I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

"Master~, help~~~!"

A loud roar was pushed by spiritual power, and instantly resounded throughout the Babel Tower.

In order to act as a deterrent, Yang Zhao's words contained words from another world. He was afraid that the other party would not be able to understand him if he spoke Chinese and would be a little less wary.

Following this roar, the annoying noise in the entire tower paused for a moment, as if someone pressed the pause button, and then an even louder noise surged out like a tsunami.

"Hahahahaha~~, help! Hahahaha~~"

"There's a baby here that hasn't had its breasts removed!"

"You're still called Master, why don't you call me Mom, hahahahaha~~"

"What kind of idiot scared the kid? Hurry up and coax him with some milk!"

"I said that this world of cultivation is worse than the last generation, but you still don't believe it! How about it, I'll let you gain some experience today!"

The old man opposite Yang Zhao had a very gloomy face. He stretched out his hand to catch her, which scared Yang Zhao and flew back.

"You don't need to bluff, you little girl. No monks above the Golden Core level will enter the tower today..."

Before he finished speaking, a bolt of silver lightning more than five meters wide exploded in the tower. The huge thunder made Yang Zhao's ears buzz, but it did not stop Yang Zhao from shouting again to report Shen Ruoyu's position.

"Master, Master, there is a ghost here~~" The sound was broken, and the high-pitched voice made everyone frown, and once again suppressed the noisy sound in the tower.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, you guys bully the small with the big, have you ever asked the Taoist Master what I mean!"

Shen Ruoyu stepped in front of Yang Zhao, raised his sword with two fingers, and flicked it lightly. A small electric light hit the little old man's face, forcing the old man back a few steps.

"Master, there are so many ghosts in this tower."

Seeing Shen Ruoyu's back, Yang Zhao almost burst into tears.

He stuffed the unknown piece of leather he was holding into Shen Ruoyu's hand, then fetched a small water ball, started washing his hands frantically, and started mumbling a complaint while writing.

"There should be thousands of them. It seems that they all died miserably. This old man still uses this thing to scare me, but he has no good intentions..."

Fortunately, she had a stress reaction, and what she said at this time was in Chinese, which neither the old man nor the ghosts in the tower could understand. Otherwise, the expressions of these unknown ghosts would have been even more fierce.

Shen Ruoyu weighed the things in his hands.

"It's really a shame to use something like this to charm the mind."

He raised his hand and threw the piece of skin onto the old man opposite.

"Come on, don't bully this junior. If you have anything to do, tell me."

The old man put away the unknown piece of leather with his backhand.

"No wonder I didn't notice it. It turns out you are a ghost too. I thought it was some unlucky guy who woke up, but it turned out it was from outside."

He looked Shen Ruoyu up and down and smiled.

"I am older than this little girl and have higher cultivation than this little girl. How could I bully her? I just want to make a good deal for him."

Yang Zhao stopped as soon as he heard this.

"Master, this guy is really bad. He stopped me and refused to let me go. I told you I don't want to compete in the ring, but he still insists on casting spells on me. Buying and selling by force is definitely not a good thing."

She muttered a lot, and although the old man opposite could not understand, he also knew that what she said was not good.

"Little girl, it's not too big of a deal for you to watch the fun, right? Do you have to let me and your master do something here?!"