"Boss, why are you still sleeping? The people of Qingming school have already arrived. Hurry up!"
Fatty shouted, as he pushed the door and saw Zhang Yan lying in bed, slumbering, "Come on, boss!" He pushed Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan opened his sleepy eyes and asked dizzily, "What time is it now? How many days have I slept?"
"How can I know!" Fatty shook his hand in front of Zhang Yan’s eyes, "What’s wrong with you? Silly?"
"Enough! My spiritual energy was consumed a lot so I fell asleep. But recovered, now!" Zhang Yan sit up from the bed, "And what you just said? The Qingming people arrived?"
"Yes, and the Big Elder asked me to take you over to get acquainted with each other."
Zhang Yan patted his clothes, "Don’t wait! Let’s go!"
They came to the Guesthouse and the Big Elder was chatting with the Qingming people. The group was led by an elder along with five excellent disciples to participate in the contest. Seeing Zhang Yan, the Big Elder suddenly became dark and blamed, "Why are you so late? The Qingming people have been waited for a long time! It’s rudeness!"
Zhang Yan wanted to refute, but was stopped by Qin Shiyan and Tian Hai. Qin Shiyan pulled him aside and whispered, "You can’t be against the Big Elder now since our opponents are here. And if you let him lose face, he will not let you go!"
Her words were reasonable. It is an ill bird that fouls its own nest. So, he smiled and explained, "Excuse me please! I was busy with cultivation these days and forget the date."
The Big Elder did not blame him anymore, but a disciple of Qing Ming school replied disdainfully, "Your strength is not good but you learn airs and graces well! How dares a young not to receive us!?"
Zhang Yan retorted, "It seems that you know less courtesy than us! Since your elder have not spoken, how dare you, such an unknown disciple, open your mouth first? What's more, who are you?! Why I must receive you?!"
"You!" Stumped for a while, the disciple became angry and glared at Zhang Yan, "I have name! Remember, my name is Feng Yuan. And we can have a battle to see who is stronger!"
Zhang Yan sneered, "Wow! Are your disciples all so arrogant? If you can decide your opponent, I’m okay to have a deadly battle! Dare you?!" His last sentence was so aggressive and did not show any fear of Feng Yuan’s provocation.
Feng Yuan had been arrogant and confident, but was now scared by Zhang Yan’s words and imposing manner and hesitated. After all, he didn't know anything about Zhang Yan and might suffer a lost if he was not careful.
Since Feng Yuan didn't dare to make a deal, Zhang Yan continued to provoke, "What's wrong? It was you who came up with the battle but why you get afraid now? Your Qingming disciples all mind the lip well?"
Feng Yuan was irritated and breathed heavily. But as he was just about to accept Zhang Yan’s challenge, his elder spoke up, "It is a good thing for young people to be energetic. But there is no deep hatred between us. We are still friend. It is not good to break our relationship."
The Big Elder followed, "Don’t make trouble! How dare you, a Xiantian-level inner disciple, to have deadly battle with others?! Are you looking for death?! Just shut up and do not break our relationship!"
Feng Yuan suddenly laughed, "You turn out to be just a Xiantian-level disciple! How dare you to fight against me! Has your Qingyuan school declined to such situation of letting a Xiantian-level disciple participate in the contest?"
The other Qingming disciples also laughed at Zhang Yan. But they did not say anything rude, after all, they are in the Qingyuan school. However, they still taunted.
The only female of Qingming school, who has been sitting and did not speak, looked at Zhang Yan with a look of disgust, "You are really arrogant! How dare you, a Xiantian-level disciple, to challenge my younger brother? He is mercy, or you’ve already died!"
"Right! I am afraid that you cannot resist one attack from my younger brother." A young man sneered.
Zhang Yan retorted with a snort, "What’s wrong with the Xiantian-level cultivation? Your younger brother even dares not to accept my challenge! What a joke! Such a group of cowards!"
"Don't be too confident! What about fight against me, Peng Chengren?!" The young man responded.
"You? What is the level of your cultivation?" Zhang Yan asked.
Peng Chengren crossed his hands on his chest and answered proudly, "It’s not high, just at the third level of Martial Arts State! But it is more than enough for you. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"
“Haha…”
Zhang Yan jeered, "Is this your consistent style? Taking advantage of the age and sending a disciple at the third level of Martial Arts State to challenge me, a Xiantian-level warrior! It’s ridiculous and aren’t you afraid to be ridiculed by others?"
"Boss, why are you still sleeping? The people of Qingming school have already arrived. Hurry up!"
Fatty shouted, as he pushed the door and saw Zhang Yan lying in bed, slumbering, "Come on, boss!" He pushed Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan opened his sleepy eyes and asked dizzily, "What time is it now? How many days have I slept?"
"How can I know!" Fatty shook his hand in front of Zhang Yan’s eyes, "What’s wrong with you? Silly?"
"Enough! My spiritual energy was consumed a lot so I fell asleep. But recovered, now!" Zhang Yan sit up from the bed, "And what you just said? The Qingming people arrived?"
"Yes, and the Big Elder asked me to take you over to get acquainted with each other."
Zhang Yan patted his clothes, "Don’t wait! Let’s go!"
They came to the Guesthouse and the Big Elder was chatting with the Qingming people. The group was led by an elder along with five excellent disciples to participate in the contest. Seeing Zhang Yan, the Big Elder suddenly became dark and blamed, "Why are you so late? The Qingming people have been waited for a long time! It’s rudeness!"
Zhang Yan wanted to refute, but was stopped by Qin Shiyan and Tian Hai. Qin Shiyan pulled him aside and whispered, "You can’t be against the Big Elder now since our opponents are here. And if you let him lose face, he will not let you go!"
Her words were reasonable. It is an ill bird that fouls its own nest. So, he smiled and explained, "Excuse me please! I was busy with cultivation these days and forget the date."
The Big Elder did not blame him anymore, but a disciple of Qing Ming school replied disdainfully, "Your strength is not good but you learn airs and graces well! How dares a young not to receive us!?"
Zhang Yan retorted, "It seems that you know less courtesy than us! Since your elder have not spoken, how dare you, such an unknown disciple, open your mouth first? What's more, who are you?! Why I must receive you?!"
"You!" Stumped for a while, the disciple became angry and glared at Zhang Yan, "I have name! Remember, my name is Feng Yuan. And we can have a battle to see who is stronger!"
Zhang Yan sneered, "Wow! Are your disciples all so arrogant? If you can decide your opponent, I’m okay to have a deadly battle! Dare you?!" His last sentence was so aggressive and did not show any fear of Feng Yuan’s provocation.
Feng Yuan had been arrogant and confident, but was now scared by Zhang Yan’s words and imposing manner and hesitated. After all, he didn't know anything about Zhang Yan and might suffer a lost if he was not careful.
Since Feng Yuan didn't dare to make a deal, Zhang Yan continued to provoke, "What's wrong? It was you who came up with the battle but why you get afraid now? Your Qingming disciples all mind the lip well?"
Feng Yuan was irritated and breathed heavily. But as he was just about to accept Zhang Yan’s challenge, his elder spoke up, "It is a good thing for young people to be energetic. But there is no deep hatred between us. We are still friend. It is not good to break our relationship."
The Big Elder followed, "Don’t make trouble! How dare you, a Xiantian-level inner disciple, to have deadly battle with others?! Are you looking for death?! Just shut up and do not break our relationship!"
Feng Yuan suddenly laughed, "You turn out to be just a Xiantian-level disciple! How dare you to fight against me! Has your Qingyuan school declined to such situation of letting a Xiantian-level disciple participate in the contest?"
The other Qingming disciples also laughed at Zhang Yan. But they did not say anything rude, after all, they are in the Qingyuan school. However, they still taunted.
The only female of Qingming school, who has been sitting and did not speak, looked at Zhang Yan with a look of disgust, "You are really arrogant! How dare you, a Xiantian-level disciple, to challenge my younger brother? He is mercy, or you’ve already died!"
"Right! I am afraid that you cannot resist one attack from my younger brother." A young man sneered.
Zhang Yan retorted with a snort, "What’s wrong with the Xiantian-level cultivation? Your younger brother even dares not to accept my challenge! What a joke! Such a group of cowards!"
"Don't be too confident! What about fight against me, Peng Chengren?!" The young man responded.
"You? What is the level of your cultivation?" Zhang Yan asked.
Peng Chengren crossed his hands on his chest and answered proudly, "It’s not high, just at the third level of Martial Arts State! But it is more than enough for you. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"
“Haha…”
Zhang Yan jeered, "Is this your consistent style? Taking advantage of the age and sending a disciple at the third level of Martial Arts State to challenge me, a Xiantian-level warrior! It’s ridiculous and aren’t you afraid to be ridiculed by others?"
