Rebirth in the Urban World: I Am the Immortal King

As the saying goes, Yu Miaoyi was complimented by others, and even the young supremes such as Xuan Ming and Zhan Wuji gave her some face, which made her servants feel superior.

He was just a janitor, and he dared to scold Ji Wufeng. Of course he wouldn't be polite to him.

boom!

The waiter was thrown away by Ji Wufeng. After landing, his neck tilted and he fainted.

Everyone present was stunned. Although this waiter was insignificant, he still represented Yu Miaoyi. Ji Wufeng whipped him away. This was a clear sign that he would not give Yu Miaoyi face.

Immediately, someone shouted harshly: "Humph, where did the madman come from, how dare he act so arrogantly here!"

Ji Wufeng squinted his eyes and said, "Where are you from?"

The young man looked arrogant and said: "I am Wu Tianhai from the Wu family, a family of cultivators, and I am ranked 87th on the young master list."

Ji Wufeng sneered disdainfully: "You're only seventy-eight. You're not even qualified to carry my shoes. Get out of here!"

Wu Tianhai suddenly became furious and said: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Dare to despise him so much. As a proud man, how can he bear this tone? He was about to start a fight with Ji Wufeng.

Someone immediately stopped him and whispered: "He is Long Aotian. Qi Wenjie was defeated by him with one move. You are no match for him."

When Wu Tianhai heard this, he immediately stopped. Qi Wenjie was ranked higher than him and was stronger than him. Naturally, he was not Ji Wufeng's opponent, but he still said arrogantly: "Huh, this is Hongluan Pavilion, I will give it to Fairy Miaoyi." Face, when you get out of here, I will make sure you look good!"

Ji Wufeng curled his lips and said: "Are you giving Yu Miaoyi face? Are they using you to give face? It's such a good horse but you don't know how to have a good face. If you are scared, just say it. Don't make excuses here, it's embarrassing and conspicuous!"

"you……"

Wu Tianhai was furious, but he had no choice. The geniuses gathered together today, and if he was defeated by Long Aotian, he would lose all face.

Ji Wufeng glanced at everyone with squinting eyes again, and said arrogantly: "And you, if anyone is not convinced, just come over and see how Master Long beats you..."

Everyone's face was full of anger, but no one said a word.

Because those who arrived here early were not actually ranked very high. They were basically outside the 70th place or on the waiting list.

Those who really rank high are all showy. Wouldn't it be disrespectful to arrive early?

This led to the fact that none of these people thought they were Long Aotian's opponents. Even if they were not angry, they dared not speak out.

"Hmph, don't get involved with such a madman." Wu Tianhai snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Ji Wufeng yelled: "Who are you calling a madman? If you have the ability, don't leave. Let's see if Mr. Long will beat your ass to pieces. And you, what are you looking at? Do you dare to make a life-and-death decision with me... …”

It was supposed to be a famous scene for the geniuses to gather together, but in the end, everyone was silent and silent. Only Ji Wufeng was jumping up and down like a shrew, spitting stars and flying around with his teeth and claws!

Not far away, Yu Miaoyi sat opposite an equally stunning young woman, taking in a panoramic view of the scene.

"What does Junior Sister Qingwu think of this person?" Yu Miaoyi asked.

The woman stared hard, smiled slightly and said, "I can't see through it."

Being able to defeat Qi Wenjie shows that Ji Wufeng definitely belongs to the ranks of geniuses. No matter how arrogant and domineering he is, he should not be as out of tune as a local ruffian.

Is this true? return

Is it disguise?

However, Yu Miaoyi's eyes narrowed and she said, "But I feel that Junior Sister has a hint of appreciation for this person."

The young woman was surprised and said: "How can you see it?"

Yu Miaoyi said: "Although Junior Sister Qingwu has always been easygoing, this was the first time I saw you smile so knowingly."

"Yeah?"

The young woman was a little distracted and smiled knowingly. She had never done it since the arrival of the world of cultivation, but she smiled unconsciously just now.

However, it was not because she admired Long Aotian, but because she felt that this person had the shadow of that person.

Yu Miaoyi suddenly looked solemn and said: "Junior Sister Qingwu, although it is difficult to leave your homeland, now that you have entered Master's sect, you should give up the past and devote yourself to the Tao. Don't let down Master's expectations for you. .”

The young woman's eyes were focused, and she bowed and said, "Qingwu should remember senior sister's teachings."

At the party, all the geniuses gathered together and talked, but Ji Wufeng was alone, looking particularly out of place.

Ji Wufeng got upset, slammed the table, and shouted: "Come here!"

A waiter came forward and asked, "What are your orders, sir?"

Ji Wufeng squinted his eyes and said, "I've been here for a long time and you haven't even given me a cup of tea. Is this how you treat guests?"

The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched and said: "Sir, please wait a moment, I will make arrangements immediately."

"Wait a minute."

Ji Wufeng stopped him and said: "I was scolded just now. I'm hungry. Get me some food. Bring me a roasted goat. I want a pure wild goat, not a raised one. Roast it until it's golden brown and sizzling with oil. Give it to me." Come up here and bring me another jar of fine wine. I want it to be a hundred years old, not less than a hundred years old. I can’t afford to lose that person..."

Everyone was stunned. This is a gathering of cultivators. Do you think it is a wedding banquet for mortals?

At a cultivator's banquet, the food eaten is either spiritual fruits or the meat of high-level beasts. This guy actually wants such low-level food as roasted sheep. It's really cheap, for a country bumpkin.

The waiter was stunned. This was the first time he encountered such a request.

Ji Wufeng glared and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go and get ready. You really don't have any eyesight. If you were my servant, I would have fired you long ago!"

The waiter's face turned green, but he dared not speak out in anger, so he had to run to prepare.

The time for the party is getting closer and closer, and the talents who have arrived are getting stronger and stronger, and the highest ranking has reached around sixty.

The roasted lamb arrived, golden brown and sizzling with oil.

Even if it is nourished, nourished by the aura of the world of cultivation, it is much higher than what is on earth. The aroma wafts from it, and Ji Wufeng almost sheds his tears.

A voice full of ridicule said: "I am afraid that only lowly people can enjoy such low-grade and difficult-to-eat food."

The speaker was a prodigy who had just arrived, a master ranked fifty-third on the young master list. He meant to deliberately belittle Ji Wufeng.

Ji Wufeng was about to get angry when suddenly a very familiar voice sounded: "Hahaha...his grandma's actually has roasted lamb. Amitabha, hurry, hurry, bring wine to Buddha!"

Ji Wufeng shuddered and turned his head to look.

I saw a young monk with bright features, his eyes shining, rushing over with his mouth full of laughter, holding the roasted lamb in his arms and gnawing furiously.

He looked like a lustful ghost who had not seen a woman for hundreds of years. As the saying goes, Yu Miaoyi was complimented by others, and even the young supremes such as Xuan Ming and Zhan Wuji gave her some face, which made her servants feel superior.

He was just a janitor, and he dared to scold Ji Wufeng. Of course he wouldn't be polite to him.

boom!

The waiter was thrown away by Ji Wufeng. After landing, his neck tilted and he fainted.

Everyone present was stunned. Although this waiter was insignificant, he still represented Yu Miaoyi. Ji Wufeng whipped him away. This was a clear sign that he would not give Yu Miaoyi face.

Immediately, someone shouted harshly: "Humph, where did the madman come from, how dare he act so arrogantly here!"

Ji Wufeng squinted his eyes and said, "Where are you from?"

The young man looked arrogant and said: "I am Wu Tianhai from the Wu family, a family of cultivators, and I am ranked 87th on the young master list."

Ji Wufeng sneered disdainfully: "You're only seventy-eight. You're not even qualified to carry my shoes. Get out of here!"

Wu Tianhai suddenly became furious and said: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Dare to despise him so much. As a proud man, how can he bear this tone? He was about to start a fight with Ji Wufeng.

Someone immediately stopped him and whispered: "He is Long Aotian. Qi Wenjie was defeated by him with one move. You are no match for him."

When Wu Tianhai heard this, he immediately stopped. Qi Wenjie was ranked higher than him and was stronger than him. Naturally, he was not Ji Wufeng's opponent, but he still said arrogantly: "Huh, this is Hongluan Pavilion, I will give it to Fairy Miaoyi." Face, when you get out of here, I will make sure you look good!"

Ji Wufeng curled his lips and said: "Are you giving Yu Miaoyi face? Are they using you to give face? It's such a good horse but you don't know how to have a good face. If you are scared, just say it. Don't make excuses here, it's embarrassing and conspicuous!"

"you……"

Wu Tianhai was furious, but he had no choice. The geniuses gathered together today, and if he was defeated by Long Aotian, he would lose all face.

Ji Wufeng glanced at everyone with squinting eyes again, and said arrogantly: "And you, if anyone is not convinced, just come over and see how Master Long beats you..."

Everyone's face was full of anger, but no one said a word.

Because those who arrived here early were not actually ranked very high. They were basically outside the 70th place or on the waiting list.

Those who really rank high are all showy. Wouldn't it be disrespectful to arrive early?

This led to the fact that none of these people thought they were Long Aotian's opponents. Even if they were not angry, they dared not speak out.

"Hmph, don't get involved with such a madman." Wu Tianhai snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Ji Wufeng yelled: "Who are you calling a madman? If you have the ability, don't leave. Let's see if Mr. Long will beat your ass to pieces. And you, what are you looking at? Do you dare to make a life-and-death decision with me... …”

It was supposed to be a famous scene for the geniuses to gather together, but in the end, everyone was silent and silent. Only Ji Wufeng was jumping up and down like a shrew, spitting stars and flying around with his teeth and claws!

Not far away, Yu Miaoyi sat opposite an equally stunning young woman, taking in a panoramic view of the scene.

"What does Junior Sister Qingwu think of this person?" Yu Miaoyi asked.

The woman stared hard, smiled slightly and said, "I can't see through it."

Being able to defeat Qi Wenjie shows that Ji Wufeng definitely belongs to the ranks of geniuses. No matter how arrogant and domineering he is, he should not be as out of tune as a local ruffian.

Is this true? return

Is it disguise?

However, Yu Miaoyi's eyes narrowed and she said, "But I feel that Junior Sister has a hint of appreciation for this person."

The young woman was surprised and said: "How can you see it?"

Yu Miaoyi said: "Although Junior Sister Qingwu has always been easygoing, this was the first time I saw you smile so knowingly."

"Yeah?"

The young woman was a little distracted and smiled knowingly. She had never done it since the arrival of the world of cultivation, but she smiled unconsciously just now.

However, it was not because she admired Long Aotian, but because she felt that this person had the shadow of that person.

Yu Miaoyi suddenly looked solemn and said: "Junior Sister Qingwu, although it is difficult to leave your homeland, now that you have entered Master's sect, you should give up the past and devote yourself to the Tao. Don't let down Master's expectations for you. .”

The young woman's eyes were focused, and she bowed and said, "Qingwu should remember senior sister's teachings."

At the party, all the geniuses gathered together and talked, but Ji Wufeng was alone, looking particularly out of place.

Ji Wufeng got upset, slammed the table, and shouted: "Come here!"

A waiter came forward and asked, "What are your orders, sir?"

Ji Wufeng squinted his eyes and said, "I've been here for a long time and you haven't even given me a cup of tea. Is this how you treat guests?"

The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched and said: "Sir, please wait a moment, I will make arrangements immediately."

"Wait a minute."

Ji Wufeng stopped him and said: "I was scolded just now. I'm hungry. Get me some food. Bring me a roasted goat. I want a pure wild goat, not a raised one. Roast it until it's golden brown and sizzling with oil. Give it to me." Come up here and bring me another jar of fine wine. I want it to be a hundred years old, not less than a hundred years old. I can’t afford to lose that person..."

Everyone was stunned. This is a gathering of cultivators. Do you think it is a wedding banquet for mortals?

At a cultivator's banquet, the food eaten is either spiritual fruits or the meat of high-level beasts. This guy actually wants such low-level food as roasted sheep. It's really cheap, for a country bumpkin.

The waiter was stunned. This was the first time he encountered such a request.

Ji Wufeng glared and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go and get ready. You really don't have any eyesight. If you were my servant, I would have fired you long ago!"

The waiter's face turned green, but he dared not speak out in anger, so he had to run to prepare.

The time for the party is getting closer and closer, and the talents who have arrived are getting stronger and stronger, and the highest ranking has reached around sixty.

The roasted lamb arrived, golden brown and sizzling with oil.

Even if it is nourished, nourished by the aura of the world of cultivation, it is much higher than what is on earth. The aroma wafts from it, and Ji Wufeng almost sheds his tears.

A voice full of ridicule said: "I am afraid that only lowly people can enjoy such low-grade and difficult-to-eat food."

The speaker was a prodigy who had just arrived, a master ranked fifty-third on the young master list. He meant to deliberately belittle Ji Wufeng.

Ji Wufeng was about to get angry when suddenly a very familiar voice sounded: "Hahaha...his grandma's actually has roasted lamb. Amitabha, hurry, hurry, bring wine to Buddha!"

Ji Wufeng shuddered and turned his head to look.

I saw a young monk with bright features, his eyes shining, rushing over with his mouth full of laughter, holding the roasted lamb in his arms and gnawing furiously.

He looked like a lustful ghost who had not seen a woman for hundreds of years.