Chapter 73

Huang Shuai, on the side, went deathly pale, shook his head and muttered: "No way! It is not true. It cant be true."

He pulled the sleeves of the Elder Tattoo, looked crazy and asked: "Grandpa, you just made a mistake, didnt you? How can his spiritual magic figure be true?"

The Elder Tattoo only cared if Zhang Yan still kept the same power figure now and being disturbed by Huang Shuai, he ignored their relationship and blamed: "Bastard, are you questioning me?! Ive asked you to study and practice the spirit tattoo skills carefully but you didnt and only enjoyed playing. Ive just ruined a master's figure due to you! If Zhang Yan has no extra figures, your happy days will be in the end."

Zhang Yan said with a smile: "Dont be angry, Elder. I have extra, but I am using them to exchange spiritual stones, after all, the

resources for cultivation are needed."

The elder became excited: "Great! Don't you want to sell the figures? I will give you a hundred upper spiritual stones for a power figure. How many do you have and Ill buy them all!"

Zhang Yan were completely shocked. He thought a thousand lower spiritual stones for one figure was enough but did not expect that the elder would give him so many. It was the first time for him to hear a hundred spiritual stones. He would become rich soon and he never thought he could earn so much money.

He was too happy to respond and the elder thought Zhang Yan was not satisfied with the price, so he clenched his teeth and added: If you feel insufficient, you can say a price. As long as you are satisfied."

Zhang Yan tried to suppress his ecstasy and excitement, coughed and pretended to be calm, "Thanks

"Thanks for your appreciation, elder! A hundred is enough, but I only have five more and there are so many disciples. It is not reasonable to sell them all to you, right? I have to leave at least two figures for them, right?"

The elder responded and laughed: "You are right, I am inconsiderate. Here are two hundred upper spiritual stones and you just give me two. "He handed the spiritual stones to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan took the stones, took out and passed two figures to the elder. The elder carefully handed over, put them in hand like holding rare treasures, for fear of breaking them, and continued: "I don't know where you got the figures. You know a spirit tattoo master, right? Can you recommend him for me? And I will give you what you want."

Zhang Yan shook his head, "Sorry, the master doesn't want to be known and bothered.

and bothered. He only gave me those figures as gifts when we encountered and left. I dont know where to find him."

The elder got upset, "What a pity for no opportunity to visit such a master."

"If you get the master's figures some time, you must sell them to me and I will give you everything you want!" added the elder. "Well, I don't know your name yet?"

"My name is Zhang Yan, a disciple who just entered the inner court."

All of a sudden, the crowd turned poil and everyone was talking about him.

"What? He is Zhang Yan? The one who passed the eighth floor in the examination and defeated the big elders grandson Long Yu?"

"Yeah, it is him. No wonder I feel him so familiar. I watched the battle between them two that day."

The Elder Tattoo was also surprised, "I didn't expect you to be Zhang Yan. I have heard of your heard of your name. Really a genius. Good!"

Thank you for your praise, elder! Zhang Yan replied modestly.

The elder laughed, returned to his room, urgent to study the power figure bought from Zhang Yan and became more and more amazed and admiring, "Its indeed the masters work and really perfect.

After the elder left, Zhang Yan looked back, found Huang Shuai was going to slip away and asked loudly: "How? Are you going to slip away? Forgot the what you said and the gambling between us?"

Huang Shuais face got dark. He had been ugly and now was even more scary. Barely squeezing out a smile, he begged: Brother Zhang Yan, I just made a joke with you. Dont be serious!"

"Joke?" Zhang Yan snorted: "It was you who have been insisting on the betting. Why a joke now? Arent you afraid it to be spread out and to be laughed by the whole school?"