My Husband is Royalty

Chapter 72 immortals cannot look straight at

The host on the stage had long known that Zheng Bufan was going to be in person for the final auction. He stood by the curtain with a smile on his face and said to tens of thousands of people on the stage with a microphone, "The tense bidding process is over. I know that everyone is here to participate in the auction, not only to get the right to sell, but also to meet the person who has developed the world-shaking stay-face water maker! Of course we won't let you down!"

Upon hearing the host's words, the audience immediately became excited. Whether it was the oligarchic monopoly, the bosses who regretted not getting the right to sell, or the media staff, they all looked sideways.

Just like the host said, they came all the way here just to see Zheng Bufan's real face. Before, because of Xu Qingjing's strict defense, no matter how hard they looked for Zheng Bufan, they could not find the real news. Now they finally have the opportunity to see, where would they miss it?

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached its peak, the host became excited and said loudly, "And this last auction is naturally Mr. Zheng's wish. He hopes to make more contributions to his hometown. Hehe, I want to make a thorough understanding for all the entrepreneurs present. This auction has a lot of benefits!"

Most of the people present were foreigners, and no one was excited. The host shrugged and continued, "Next, let's welcome them with applause! Mr. Zheng Bufan, the maker of the water, is on stage!"

"Clap, clap, clap!" The applause was thunderous, and many people even took out the latest model of the camera phone for the b30 to shoot in front of them, wanting to see more clearly that Zheng Bufan who became a billionaire in a day.

Dong Huizhen and the others, who were frantically raising money, put down their phones and looked over curiously.

As the curtain opened, Zheng Yun, who was dressed in a blue suit and had three or seven hair on his head, stepped up forcefully. At the moment of his appearance, his momentum immediately reached its maximum, and an indescribable sense of authority erupted in an instant.

The host in front of Zheng Yun was the first to take the brunt. His smiling face changed slightly, then he stepped back uncontrollably with an incredulous look in his eyes. Who was this guy?

At the same time, many of the prominent figures under the booth changed slightly, especially those old men who had been carefully observed by Zheng Yun earlier. They all sat up straight and looked at Zheng Yun in disbelief.

"This is!" The woman next to Hong Xiaoquan called out subconsciously. Her originally leisurely demeanor completely disappeared, leaving only shock.

"Master!" The word sounded in the hearts of many people on the field almost at the same time.

"That's right! Only a strong master can have such a terrible aura!" Even hundreds of meters away, the woman was still trembling uncontrollably.

Under the shock of Zheng Yun's full power, a person of her strength could not resist the fear in her heart. In her imagination, although that person was so far away, he could come to her in an instant and take off his head easily!

The woman was so frightened that Hong Xiaoquan, who was beside her, showed a complicated expression. He had not seen this scene before in Baoji hall. Was his butler fan too weak? Yes, that must be the case. Zheng Bufan didn't even have the desire to do his best. Naturally, there was no need to show his full strength.

"No wonder you dare to say such arrogant words, so you have such confidence..." Hong Xiaoquan's face was extremely bitter.

Guru, this is a broad term that refers not to the cultivation of martial arts, nor is it a one-sided power, but the momentum emanating from the inside out, which is unparalleled momentum, which is the deterrence of a real strong person.

Faced with the existence of a guru, even a single glance could make the enemy unable to bear to vomit blood and die!

There won't be many of these people on earth, at least according to Hong Xiaoquan's own knowledge, he hasn't seen many gurus!

"Sizzle!"

"Kacha!"

"Bang!"

At the same time, the crackling of electronic equipment on the field caused numerous people to exclaim, which was not intentional by Zheng Yun.

As Master Immortal, Zheng Yun was already extraordinary, with an open aura, even if the cultivation was not as good as before, but the most basic deterrence was inevitable.

Immortal could not look straight at him. This was a popular saying in The cultivation world. It was not just a term used to describe a person who had emerged to become an immortal, but a passive ability that any cultivator with enough cultivation would have.

Simply put, as long as the realm of difference reaches a certain level, you will no longer be able to look directly at the former, or even the photos, as long as you look at them, your eyes will inevitably fester, your eyes will become pus, and your whole body will burst to death.

Fortunately, zheng yunkong had the momentum, but he did not have the ability to cultivate. Otherwise, so many people would have seen his true face, Master Immortal, or the full momentum of the real face, the entire provincial stadium had long been a river of blood.

"Why is my phone broken?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Damn it! My slr! It took me 36 months to get the loan!"

The stadium was filled with wails, and countless people looked at the equipment in their hands with heartbreak, puzzled.

Hearing the screams of the ordinary people, the old men on the field all showed disdain. The guru could not look straight at them. These idiots clearly felt the guru's horror, but still took pictures without knowing what to do. Didn't they deserve it?

"Did he use a whole new technology? Don't want to be photographed by us?" A man with a drawing board on his back reluctantly put the camera in his hand to one side, took out the drawing board directly, and began to draw at Zheng Yun on the spot.

However, something strange happened. No matter how this person started writing, he could not hold his pen tightly, and his hand, which was originally written like a god, shook even more violently. What was more unbelievable was that no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not remember what that Zheng Bufan looked like.

Even though he looked up at Zheng Yun, he still couldn't draw it. He looked down and saw that there was only a piece of graffiti on the drawing board, not Zheng Yun at all!

"Here! This is not a person!" The man finally broke down and tore up the paper on the drawing board, hugging his head and crying bitterly. It was the first time he had seen such a horrible thing after drawing for so long!

Everyone in the room was shocked by Zheng Yun's terrifying momentum, and only one person looked at the figure with dull eyes.

"Is this him? Clearly not like him, but why would I think it was him?" Liu Jiayi mumbled with trembling hands.