There was tremendous chaos on all sides of the Golden Pagoda.
Everyone was fighting on the spot like crazy, and the sound of explosions kept ringing out.
Eight people selling tickets suddenly appeared at the eight small doorways, and everyone gathered in eight directions.
Qiao Xiaoman stood in front of the eight ticket gates that were most northward.
She opened her slightly green lips and eyes, staring blankly at what Xu Lingqing said.
Hmm?
Xu Lingqing squeezed through the crowd. Looking from the north of the Golden Pagoda, it was the farthest place from the gate, but it was also the place with the fiercest competition.
In just a moment, the tickets in the hands of many ticket sellers for other people have already been purchased, and only there are a large number of tickets in the north.
Jin Yongning frowned and shouted, "You can fight, but don't hurt our people!"
The people present were not fools. They came here just to buy a ticket to enter the Golden Pagoda.
No one wants to offend the most mysterious organization in the Changjin world.
Suddenly, the small door on the north side crooked, and everyone consciously backed out of a semicircle, using their own strength to compete for the last one hundred or so tickets.
"Gan Deyu! Even a waste like you wants to enter the Golden Pagoda. If you are not sleepy, don't blame me for kicking you to death!"
A deafening roar came from the mouth of a masked old man, and instantly enveloped the sky in all directions.
Xu Lingqing couldn't help but frown. The man who was called a waste by the yelling man was quite strong.
Looking to be in his early twenties, there are two thousand shining auras vaguely swirling in his body.
Two levels of Soul Condensation Realm!
So young and so powerful, are you called a waste by others?
When she was in Philo Continent, the old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years were not even half as good as Gan Deyu.
"Old monster Muben, you are only fifty years older than me. If you give me another ten years, I will abuse you as easily as I abuse a dog!"
Mu Ben pulled away the veil that covered his face, revealing a withered white cheek full of bloodstains, especially those eyes as fierce as an eagle.
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Mu Ben's face changed slightly, he held his chin with his hand and said righteously, "If you join the Inverted Hexagram, you will betray the Changjin Realm, and your ancestors will be spurned for generations."
Gan Deyu spread his hands, showing a fearless look.
"So what, if the Gan family is gone, I will definitely make your Mu family lose a piece of their skin too!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing golden brocade clothes walked out of the chaotic crowd.
His forehead was dotted with a golden mark, which was like a miniature golden tower branded between his eyebrows.
·Every time the mark flashes, there is an ethereal aura surrounding the golden tower that blends into his body.
It's just that the fluctuations are very elusive, and you can't even detect them if you don't pay close attention.
"I said you two clowns, can you get out of my way, Master!"
Mu Ben saw the arrogance on this man's face, and immediately disappeared, he cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Master Gao Lang, what kind of wind blew you here!"
This man's name is Jin Gaolang, and he is a collateral descendant among Jin Yongning's many descendants. Because he was born with the golden pagoda mark, he is much nobler than other collateral descendants.
But also because his strength is not too strong, even if he awakens the golden tower mark, he still does not gain the favor of his grandfather.
Later, when he was ostracized by other descendants in the clan, he replaced his so-called golden mark with the excuse of impersonation. Gradually, Jin Gaolang's status in the Jin family became more and more underground.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Jin Gaolang's strength and status are humble, he cannot afford to offend the large and small families present.
Suddenly, a woman wearing a sexy dress ran into Jin Gaolang's arms. The woman's small cherry lips were slightly red, her messy hair and the sweat on her forehead indicated that she must have experienced a battle recently.
Jin Gaolang laughed ferociously, pinched the woman's arm with one hand, and pointed at everyone present with the other hand and shouted.
"I will buy two less tickets for the remaining tickets. If you have any opinions, please raise them now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes widened, and they all looked at Jin Gaolang walking to the door with anger and fear of speaking.
He took out two tickets from Qiao Xiaoman's hand and showed them off to everyone proudly.
As he spoke, Jin Gaolang's grin couldn't help but spread.
Qiao Xiaoman broke his fantasy, "Jin Gaolang, you took the Golden Tower ticket but you haven't paid yet!"
"What? Do I still have to pay for my family's things?"
The next second, Jin Gaolang seemed to be surrounded by invisible arrays of formations.
Dust is everywhere, earth and rocks are flying, and a buzzing sound is slowly rising.
Qiao Xiaoman's voice became colder and colder, with a strong warning, "Even if the young master comes, you must give money, or you will die!"
Jin Gaolang was stunned for a moment. He wanted to show off in front of his woman, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually come.
He hurriedly blurted out nervously, "Wait a minute! Isn't it just a spiritual stone? I have more of it!" Jin Gaolang gritted his teeth and pieced together a lot of strange things from the pocket.
"Can the elixir be used as a deduction for middle-grade spiritual stones?"
As a collateral descendant, he didn't have that many useful spiritual stones and materials. After piecing together, he finally managed to get enough materials worth two thousand medium-grade spiritual stones.
When he walked out of the crowd, Jin Gaolang's entire face was so livid that he looked very ugly.
The ticket office on the north side.
The original dispute was gradually coming to an end, and dozens of bloody corpses were lying on the ground.
All the ascetics above the Soul Condensing Realm purchased a ticket each based on their own strength.
And those cultivators below the soul-condensing realm can only return dejectedly without success.
Before leaving, Mu Ben glanced at Gan Deyu coldly, "It feels good to have a broken arm, right?"
Pfft... just wait! Every golden pagoda trial will have its own birth. Give birth to countless strong men, you'd better hope that I can come out alive!" Gan Deyu spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at Mu Ben with hateful eyes. If eyes could eat people, the latter would have died countless times.
Mu Ben held his head high, and drops of blood belonging to the former dripped from the sword in his hand, which was the gesture of declaring the winner.
“I hope you can live until the day when the Golden Tower is opened!”