Immortal Asura Chapter 70

Zhang Yan came to the Spirit Tattoo Temple once again for a different purpose from the last time－last time he came to buy things and this time to sell things. But one can’t casually sell things as he wants here. Instead, there are clear regulations: each booth sells things of different price; the closer to the door, the higher the price, after all, it is the closest to the customer. But those regulations only refer to those booths where some special paper and spirit tattoo goods are sold.

For those booths that sell the spiritual magic figures, there are no such regulations at all and they are almost empty, because the spirit tattooists are really scarce and the figuress produced by them will soon be sold out. Some tattooists even take orders, so there are very few people at the booths for tattooists. Only a few people sold the figures now and their booths had long been surrounded of several layers by those who are fighting for the figures.

Although most of the figures were basic, they were also popular. After all, they can enhance the strength of a warrior. For those who have some background power and were rich but hold low strength, the figures not only can protect them but are

the symbols of status, which can make them appear to be particularly powerful. So, the booths of the several tattooist had long been filled.

Zhang Yan walked to a booth where no one was standing, took out a power figure that he had just completed and shouted: "The power figure. So cheap. Watch the time. Almost sold out.”

Zhang Yan’s voice was loud and could be clearly heard by everyone in the temple. All the disciples who had not bought the figures all flooded to him, “I want, I want it all. How many do you have?"

"Don't, I want it, too."

"And me, I want it all."

Plenty of people shouted as they ran to Zhang Yan.

But when they reached, they didn’t shout anymore and began to look at Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan was a little uncomfortable and asked: “Why you are looking at me like this?"

"You are not a spirit tattooist and why you sell the spiritual magic figures here? Are you here to find make fun of us?" Someone in the crowd asked.

Zhang Yan felt pretty strange and wondered: "Why whoever not a spirit tattooist can’t sell spiritual magic figures here? And why do you think that I am not a spirit tattooist? What's your reference?"

"Don’t pretend. Our Qingyuan school has only a few

few spirit tattooists and we all know those who can successfully depict the spirit patterns and come here to sell them. But we meet you for the first time and you said that you are a tattooist. Who will believe?" Someone in the crowd shouted.

The others also followed: "Right, you don't even have a level badge for the spirit tattooist.  How dare you say that you are one? It's ridiculous."

Zhang Yan couldn't explain to them, after all, they were not unreasonable. He did not participate in the examination of the spirit tattooist indeed and did not get the badge. He was too impatient and did not take the badge seriously, after all, it was just a symbol. For Zhang Yan, such a humble person, the badge was useless. He did not rely on the work to be famous and just used the figures to earn spiritual stones to exchange some elixirs and other cultivation resources to quickly improve his cultivation. He did not care about badge at all, but now he realized he’d better to take the examination, after all, it would be convenient to have a badge.

But he was still not anxious and shouted: "You don't care if I am a spirit tattooist. You just need to observe the spiritual magic figure

magic figure in my hand is good. If it is real, you just have to pay the price. As for the other things, why do you care about so much?"

The disciples all thought Zhang Yan’s words were reasonable, but they were still quite unsatisfied with his figure. After all, who would be stupid enough to sell what he managed to get? Fool? A well-dressed inner disciple who was closer to Zhang Yan stepped forward, took the figure, carefully observed it and frowned, “You are so bold and dare to make fun of and deceive us with a fake? Are you not afraid that we tell the Elder Tattoo and drive you out of the temple, forbidden to enter here for life?”

The others also shouted: "This guy looks like a treacherous villain. He really use a fake to lie to us. Do you think we are fool?"

"Yes, the guy can be told not a good person from his appearance, such a toy boy."

Zhang Yan looked at the man who said this sentence and found he was ugly. his five sense organs were not where they should be and the skin was waxy yellow, looked like a malnourished monkey. Zhang Yan rolled his eyes and retorted: "Bro, you can't be jealous of me more hansom than more hansom than you since you are ugly. Why am I look like a bad person?"

"How dare you to say that I am ugly?" The man suddenly angered and questioned Zhang Yan loudly.

The disciples around were also shocked. It was the first time they met someone who dared, face to face, to point out the ugliness of Huang Shuai, the famous Young Master Huang in the school, who is the grandson of the Elder Tattoo. He has unordinary status in the school and, at the same time, is also a three-star spirit apprentice. His position in the Spirit Tattoo Temple is so high and whoever sees him will give him a face. But now he was said ugly in front of so many people. Was this guy looking for death?

Zhang Yan became angry as well, stared and ask loudly: “Why? Only you can swear that I am a toy boy but I can’t say you? And I am telling the truth that you are really ugly."

All of a sudden, Huang Shuai’s face became gloomy and he said with a cold face: “Little guy, do you know who you are talking to? You will pay the price.”

"The price? I just said the truth and what can you do to me?" Zhang Yan was not afraid.

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