The Great Continent of the Gods Chapter 120: Lingyun Disciple (Part 2)

  Mighty Tiger Inn.

  Xuantian and four others were eating and drinking when suddenly a loud explosion was heard from the large hall downstairs, accompanied by some angry shouts.

  "Faintly heard: 'What a big nerve... Lingyun Sect... Smash this broken shop...' and other angry shouts."

  Upon hearing the three words "Lingyun Sect", Xuantian and Feng Buzhi exchanged a glance, stood up, walked out of the room, and stood on the corridor of the second floor, looking down at the grand hall below.

  Many residents from upstairs have come out to watch at this moment.

  Only in the great hall, the warriors who had been eating and drinking in the great hall earlier had already retreated to the edge of the great hall. In the center of the great hall, four people were standing, next to them was a smashed table.

  That loud noise just now was obviously the sound of that table being smashed.

  Those four were all young warriors, with the oldest being only twenty-three years old and the youngest around eighteen or nineteen years old. Their cultivation was all at the third level of the Innate Realm.

  The oldest warrior was scolding the shopkeeper at the counter.

  Xuántiān's gaze swept over Feng Buzhi and the other three, who exchanged a glance. On the chest of these four people was embroidered a cloud pattern, indeed they were disciples of the Lingyun Sect.

  Feng Buzhi said in a low voice, "Among these four people, two of them have impressive backgrounds. The one who spoke is called Yan Guanxi, and he's at the third peak of the Pre-Heavenly Boundary. He's one of the top ten disciples of the Lingyun Sect, ranked fourth. The young man beside him, who looks like he's not even nineteen years old, is named Ling Luofeng. He's the number one inner disciple of the Lingyun Sect and has had some sort of extraordinary encounter that allows him to control some demonic beasts. Even Pre-Heavenly Boundary cultivators at the fourth peak don't dare provoke him. As for the other two, they should be disciples ranked outside the top ten. You might have heard their names before, but you wouldn't recognize them."

  Xuān Tiān slightly nodded his head. It turned out that among the four people, two of them were among the top ten inner disciples of Lingyun Sect, ranking first and fourth respectively. No wonder they were so arrogant.

  That Yan Guanxi pointed at the shopkeeper of 'Mighty Tiger Inn' and scolded: "You old thing, you don't respect wine but drink penalty wine. People from Lingyun Sect want to stay in your inn, how dare you say there's no room? No room? I'll smash these tables and chairs, tear down this broken shop."

  That shopkeeper was a martial artist of about fifty years old, with only the cultivation base of the tenth rank of the Martial Path. In front of Yan Guanxi, who was at the peak of the third rank of the Pre-Heavenly Realm, his body was trembling with fear.

  But the shopkeeper, who had been doing business for over a decade and had his own way of doing things, said: "Gentlemen, everything has its order, the guests who are already staying here have paid their bills, and now it's getting late, how can I ask them to leave? So, I'll pay for your rooms tonight, and take you to another inn to see if they have any vacancies. Ah!"

  Yan Guanxi's body suddenly sprang forward, and with one kick, he sent the shopkeeper tumbling to the ground. "You old thing," he bellowed, "how dare you address me as 'old' in front of my face? What are you worth, huh? I'll have you know that tonight, my four sworn brothers and I will be staying here. Give us four empty rooms at once! If you keep stalling, I'll break your old legs!"

  The shopkeeper let out a loud "Aiyo" as Yan Guanxi finished speaking, and with one swift kick, he stomped the shopkeeper's head onto the floor.

  Having traversed the mysterious heavens for two lifetimes, seeing Yan Guanxi's actions at this moment also couldn't help but ignite anger. Just as he was about to speak out and stop him, someone shouted loudly: "You disciples of Lingyun Sect, aren't you being too arrogant? You're supposed to be a prestigious sect, what's the difference between you and those bandits?"

  One person jumped down from the second floor, a warrior of Innate Realm Third Order, who was living next to the stairs on the second floor.

  This martial artist is about twenty-five or six years old, but there is no sign of the four major sects on his chest. Listening to him, it's clear that he's not some kind of rogue from the jianghu, and may be a disciple of some minor power.

  For the four major sects, at the age of 25 or 26, having a cultivation base of three layers in the Innate Realm is nothing to brag about, but for a seventh-grade force, it's a genius-level figure.

  As soon as he spoke, Yan Guanxi withdrew his foot from the shopkeeper's head and turned to walk towards him, saying: "Ah, I'm so arrogant, what's wrong with that? You're just a worthless thing, how dare you jump out and interfere in other people's business. Tonight, get out of the inn, your room is mine."

  "What kind of decent and respectable disciple are you? You're simply a bandit."

  "That man angrily said: 'I am indeed the eldest disciple of Qingyuan Gate.'"

  Qingyuan Gate is actually a seventh-grade sect of the Divine Blade Dynasty.

  Unfortunately, the Qingyuan Gate was within the jurisdiction of the Tianshen Sect's three cities and had to pay 40% of its annual tribute to the Tianshen Sect after collecting tributes from the six lower-ranking forces.

  "A great disciple of a rubbish sect, what are you worth? At the age of 25 or 26, you're only at the third level of Xiantian cultivation, and still a great disciple. Haha, you're simply a pile of crap. A pile of crap can even be used as fertilizer, it's stronger than you. And you, you're just wasting food."

  Yan Guanxi suddenly scolded the eldest disciple of Qingyuan Gate, his eyes scanning the crowd on the second floor and falling on Feng Buqi and the other two. Seeing the "Tianjian Sect" emblem on their bodies, Yan Guanxi sneered, saying: "Just three rooms short, it's you three. Tonight, get out, your rooms will belong to my four senior brothers and me."

  Feng Buji, Sun Yiqiu, and Gu Qianrou stood together, while Xuan Tian stood slightly apart from them. The spot where he was standing happened to be in the shadow of the lamplight, making it look even darker. Yan Guanxi's gaze directly passed over Xuan Tian.

  Feng Bu Zhi and three others, one of whom was a Three-Stage Heaven's Chosen with triple cultivation, while the other two were Two-Stage Heaven's Chosen with double cultivation. Feng Bu Zhi, who had reached the third stage of Heaven's Chosen, was not recognized by Yan Guan Xī, clearly not one of the top ten inner disciples of Tianjian Sect.

  So Yan Guanxi didn't take Fang Zhishi and the other two seriously at all.

  The second floor of the 'Mighty Tiger Inn' has more than twenty rooms, all occupied by warriors. Yan Guanxi's eyes scanned them briefly before calling out to Feng Buji and his two companions to leave, as Lingyun Sect and Tianjian Sect were like fire and water, and it was clear at a glance.

  Haven't even gone to provoke others, yet others have come to provoke me first.

  Xuántiān had long wanted to take action, and suddenly jumped down from the building, followed by Fēng Bùzhì and three others.

  Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the dark side and stood in front of Feng Bu Zhi and his three companions. The four disciples of Lingyun Sect immediately looked at Xuan Tian with a gaze, thinking that he was an even more formidable disciple than Feng Bu Zhi.

  As a result, the four were greatly disappointed and unexpectedly had only reached the first level of innate realm cultivation.

  Feng Buzhi and three others knew that Xuantian would handle everything, so they jumped to the middle of the hall, not speaking or moving forward, standing one meter behind Xuantian.

  Xuantian's gaze fell on Yan Guanxi, saying: "The room is indeed ours, but I'm afraid you're a waste of space and won't be able to take it!"

  The four disciples of the Tianjian Sect, and the one who stood out was only a first heaven realm disciple. However, as soon as Xuantian spoke, the eyes of the many warriors in the inn widened in shock.

  Yan Guanxi was just very arrogant, and everyone had a clear impression of him. Many people had heard of Yan Guanxi's great name and knew that he was the fourth of the top ten disciples in Lingyun Sect's inner door. They knew that Yan Guanxi's arrogance came from his actual strength.

  And Tianjian Sect's first-grade pre-heavenly disciple actually called Yan Guanxi a waste with just one sentence, how could this not make the crowd of martial artists' eyes widen in shock?

  Even the four disciples of Lingyun Sect were stunned by Xuan Tian's words, clearly not expecting that in his mouth, Yan Guanxi had become a useless person.

  Yan Guanxi's anger flared up in an instant, and he strode forward, taking a step towards Xuan Tian, shouting: "You dog, try saying that again!"

  Xuān Tiān coldly smiled and said: "Calling you trash is still giving you face, you are just a piece of human waste, you are the maggot in the toilet, the filthy water is your home, every day eating filth, that's how you cultivated this human waste, no, you are simply the dregs of human waste!"

  Everyone in the inn gasped, Yan Guanxi was already arrogant enough and had a poisonous tongue, but this new person was even more arrogant and had an even more venomous tongue.

  After hearing Xuan Tian's words, all the warriors felt relieved in their hearts. Dealing with Yan Guanxi, talking to him about reason is nonsense. The only way is to fight poison with poison, use an even more arrogant attitude, despise him, and use even more vicious language to crush him.

  However, all the warriors secretly wiped a cold sweat for Xuan Tian. Yan Guanxi was not someone to be trifled with, and being scolded like that could only lead to dire consequences.

  Xuan Tian's cultivation was only at the first level of Xiantian, and although there were three more Tiangong Sect disciples behind him, none of them were among the top ten inner sect disciples. On the other hand, Lingyun Sect still had Ling Luo Feng, who was ranked number one among the top ten inner sect disciples.

  "You little rascal, you're asking for trouble!"

  As expected, Yan Guanxi suddenly flew into a rage. His footsteps quickened and he was like the wind, instantly drifting to the front of Xuan Tian. Just like earlier when he had kicked the shopkeeper, he raised one foot and kicked it towards Xuan Tian.

  This kick is completely unorthodox, full of openings, if it were used against a martial artist of the same level, this kind of kick would be like stretching out one's leg to be used as a living target for others to hit.

  However, this kick was incredibly fast and more than enough to deal with a warrior at the First Heaven Realm. Because before the warrior could even react, Yan Guanxi's kick had already sent him tumbling to the ground.

  Xuantian's current cultivation is indeed at the First Heaven Realm.

  But in terms of strength...

  Just as Yan Guan was about to kick with his left foot, Xuan Tian stretched out his left arm.

  That scene seemed like Yan Guanxi intentionally stretched one foot into Xuantian Palm.

  Xuantian's five fingers grasped in an instant, grabbing the back of Yan Guanxi's ankle as he stepped forward, unleashing a massive force of ten thousand kilograms, like an iron pincer clamping down.

  Xuantian's body shifted to one side, his arm following the momentum of Yan Guanxi's kick, pulling him backwards. In an instant, Yan Guanxi's entire body was in front of Xuantian, moving with a speed as swift as lightning. The speed was so fast that even Yan Guanxi, a warrior at the third peak of the Pre-Heavenly realm, couldn't react in time.

  At this time, Xuantian's right palm with five fingers together, slapped over with a loud slap.

  Bang!

  A loud cracking sound, Yan Guanxi's body suddenly exploded more than ten meters away and crashed into the wall beside the main hall.

  Still in mid-air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, bringing with it several broken teeth. On the left side of his face, a bright red palm print appeared.