Mingwu never thought that with his current level, he would be turned away?
The expression on his face suddenly turned cold: "What do you mean?"
There was no emotion on the face of the ghost waiter who was guarding the door. He was just a tool controlled by the person behind the scenes: "The master said that you can't come in, so please come back."
What?
The expression on Mingwu's face immediately turned ugly: "Why can't I enter? Although I am a dignified Golden Elixir Perfection, although I am not very powerful, I will not be humiliated by you like this! If you can't give me an explanation today
, just don’t even think about stopping me!”
The ghost waiter's outstretched hand was still as firm as ever, and he only repeated one sentence: "The master said you can't come in."
Ming Wu was so angry that he almost wanted to take action.
But after thinking about it, I didn't even understand the reason for being rejected, so I suppressed my temper for the time being, and said with a good-natured smile: "Did I offend you sir?"
The ghost waiter's mouth was like a closed clam shell, and he didn't say a word.
Ming Xiao looked excited and couldn't help but laugh.
It wasn't just Mingxiao who laughed alone, even the people around him couldn't help but laugh together.
Cultivators generally have a good temper and have a high self-esteem. Mingwu always felt that even if he could not win the first prize, he would still be the best in today's conference. But now he has become a laughing stock and is still being treated lower than himself by a group of people.
A kid from several realms laughing?
He has suffered enough setbacks these days. Mingwu's head got hot and he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore. He immediately grabbed the ghost waiter's neck and squeezed him into a withered shape with a strong hand.
human skin, and the ghostly energy floated out from under the human skin, and soon went upstairs.
The other ghost attendants quickly gathered around Ming Wu.
Ming Wu had already started to kill one, and he didn't care at all how many he wanted to kill. With a movement of his hand, he released a stream of ghostly aura, knocking away all the ghost attendants surrounding him.
"I want to see your master! This is not fair." Mingwu waved his sleeves and snorted coldly, thinking he was very cool.
"Hey, who is this big shot with such a big temper and running wild on my territory?" A chuckle suddenly came from the top of the nine-story tower, and then a person fell directly from the sky from the top of the nine-story tower and landed lightly behind Ming Wu.
He held a folding fan in his hand and tapped Mingwu's shoulder gently.
Everyone turned around to see who was speaking.
I saw that this man was tall and slender, wearing a black robe with exquisite and complicated patterns. His dark hair was casually held up with a hosta, and he wore an extremely exaggerated mask on his face, which completely covered his entire face.
, only a pair of beautiful dark pupils can be seen under his mask.
This person sounded like a young man. Shi Yingxue could not see his face because of the angle. Just hearing this voice made her freeze up.
This person was no one else, and the frivolity and sinister tone in his tone were all things I had heard in that person's words before.
It was the young ghost cultivator who had a fight with the soldiers that day when Yingxue was sending escorts to each other. His voice was exactly the same.
When he turned around slightly, Shi Yingxue saw the eyes under the mask and could 100% conclude that this person was the ghost cultivator who had fought with him before.
If he were to recognize him, he and Ming Xiao would be like two fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and they would definitely die.
Mingxiao felt Shi Yingxue tense up next to her, and turned her head to ask her what was wrong.
Shi Yingxue squeezed her hand to signal her not to ask any more questions, and quietly pulled her to stand a little further away, watching what would happen between this man and Ming Wu.
Mingwu's face was full of anger at first, but when he turned his head and saw the man, his expression suddenly turned into defeat: "Why is it you!!"
It's you......?
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people around him changed.
Could it be that Mingwu and this man are old acquaintances?
Everyone has already vaguely guessed who this person could be if he could jump from the top of the nine-story pagoda.
Shi Yingxue was even more astonished. She had maliciously guessed that the person Ming Xiao was talking about was the young man in front of her, and she even hoped that Ming Wu would have a fight with him, but she didn't expect that this would actually be the case.
What's even more frightening is that in the battle half a year ago, the realm of this ghost cultivator was still at the same level as his own. In terms of strength, the two of them were actually on the same level. His realm was already between the third and fifth levels of consecration;
But now his realm has soared directly to the ninth level of enlightenment, and this speed is simply terrifying.
What the hell does this happen?
Shi Yingxue had already vaguely felt that there was a conspiracy behind all this. What was the purpose of the long-planned ghost cultivator conference and the coveted generous rewards?
She was still thinking wildly in her mind, but Mingxiao was much simpler than she thought. Her simplest happiness now was to watch Mingwu suffer.
The layers of ghost attendants surrounding Ming Wu turned their heads, stiffly and respectfully clasped their fists in salute, and called "Tower Master", everyone instantly understood the identity of this person. This person was actually the person behind this ghost cultivator conference.
By!
He looks young and his realm is only at the ninth level of consecration. How come he has so many good things in his hands?
Some people are already starting to get excited.
For some people who don't care much about the reputation of heaven when doing things, a junior who is not very high and has so many good things in his hands is simply a mobile treasure.
The ghost cultivator's gaze just wandered around the crowd with a half-smile, as if he had taken in all the various expressions on everyone's faces. He didn't say anything, but looked back at Ming Wu.
"What? Are you surprised to see me now?" The tower master's words were all joking.
Mingwu's face turned white and red in turns. After hesitating for a long time, he could only say one sentence that he felt he had no confidence in: "You...I recognized the wrong person!"
"Really?" There was a playful smile in the tower master's eyes. He kept looking up and down Ming Wu's body, not knowing what he was looking at.
When he finally saw that Ming Wu was covered in cold sweat, he finally suppressed the smile in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a strong murderous intention: "It's a pity that my eyes can't remember the wrong person."
He instantly stretched out his hand, just like Ming Wu pinched the ghost attendant, and immediately lifted Ming Wu up: "Tell me, is it me?"
Maybe this action was an unforgettable thing for both Mingwu and the tower master. Mingwu's face turned red from suppressing it, but his mouth was closed tightly, and he refused to say anything.