Zhang Bufan's eyes were bloodshot.
He stared at Zhang Xing like a hungry wolf.
"If it weren't for the two presidents, you would be a dead man now!"
No one dared to speak to him like that.
Zhang Xing was the first.
Old Ancestor Zhang Xuan had also said that everything had to wait until the competition was over.
He had to give face to Su Changhe and Wei Junlin.
There was no need to offend the two presidents for a nobody like Zhang Xing.
Their influence was too great.
Whether Zhang Xing could walk out of Xuandu City alive depended on his choice.
If he didn't choose the Xuantian Sect or the Imperial Family, but entered a guild.
Then he would spare his life.
But if he didn't even choose a guild, then there was nothing to say.
"Sir, the dishes you ordered are here. Marinated bones, three scallion pancakes, and a bowl of clear soup!"
At this moment, the waiter delivered the dishes.
Zhang Xing nodded, and the waiter brought the dishes down with a smile. Then, he carried the tray away like a gust of wind.
He didn't care about the arrogant Zhang Bufan.
He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat the marinated bones.
"Hmm, the taste is not bad. It's rank 3 demon wolf meat."
"The meat is smooth and fresh."
He sipped a mouthful of soup.
Phew!
He had a satisfied expression.
The more he acted like this, the angrier Zhang Bufan was.
What do you mean by you're arrogant and I'm even more arrogant?
What do you mean by you're only arrogant on the surface, but I'm arrogant from the bottom of my bones?
Zhang Xing was the latter.
"I'll let you eat!"
Zhang Bufan couldn't take it any longer.
He raised his hand and slapped the table.
He wanted to smash the table so that Zhang Xing wouldn't have anything to eat.
Just as his palm was about to hit the table, a shiny fork stopped his palm.
"Young man, why are you so angry? If you want to eat, order it yourself."
Zhang Xing said calmly.
Zhang Bufan thought that Zhang Xing would dodge and block, but he didn't expect him to be so fast.
All of this was expected. What he couldn't stand the most was Zhang Xing's words.
What do you mean by young people?
You, a 13-year-old brat, dare to call me a young man?
Are you trying to act mature in front of me?
He didn't waste any more words and continued to slap the table.
If I, Zhang Bufan, want to smash this table, no one can stop me!
He was fast, but Zhang Xing was even faster.
Just as Zhang Xing finished speaking, he suddenly sped up with a backhand.
But what awaited him was the small three-pronged fork he used to eat.
He knew that Zhang Xing was also a Five Star Venerable, so he did not take him seriously.
The two failures had ignited his competitive spirit.
Do you think I can't beat a kid like you?
I'll do it!
I'll do it!
I'll take another shot!
Three consecutive hits were easily blocked by Zhang Xing.
At this moment, he was already unwilling to admit defeat.
I'm going to smash this table today!
The commotion caused by the fight between the two alarmed the people in the restaurant.
But no one dared to interfere.
Who would dare to control the youngest young master of the Zhang family, Zhang Bufan?
The restaurant owner wouldn't dare to do that even if he had ten thousand guts.
"Who is that person?
He dares to fight with Young Master Zhang. Is he tired of living? "
"He seems to be a disciple from another sect who came to compete."
"Oh, then he's unlucky. It's not wise to offend Young Master Zhang in the Xuantian Sect."
"…"
Just as everyone was whispering, Zhang Bufan got carried away.
He thought that he could easily take down this table, but after more than ten moves, he couldn't do it no matter what method he used.
Even if he used his feet, it still wouldn't work.
You have feet, so does Zhang Xing. It's just that you can't destroy the table.
Moreover, Zhang Xing was still eating meat and drinking soup while exchanging blows.
At this moment, the plate of meat was almost finished.
Zhang Xing wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, and the fork in his hand flashed.
Zhang Bufan suddenly felt a fatal danger approaching.
He hurriedly retreated, but in the next second, his body froze.
Looking at the small fork that was just a hair's breadth away from his eyeball, he didn't dare to move.
Zhang Xing stared at him for two seconds, then put down the fork in his hand and turned to leave.
Zhang Bufan was sweating profusely …