Xia qingchen stopped in his tracks and calmly looked at Yuan chaohui. "What does it have to do with you when we newbies are sparring?"
This person was secretly hostile to him. Why did Xia qingchen need to be polite?
He is just an intermediate disciple, nothing special.
Moreover, it was common for them to get injured when they were sparring. What qualifications did Yuan chaohui have to give pointers?
Yuan chaohui laughed in anger.
As the saying goes, newborn calves are not afraid of Tigers. Xia qingchen was one of them!
A newbie dared to challenge an intermediate disciple.
Truly ignorant and fearless!
"It's none of my business, but I ..." Yuan chaohui brought out his identity as an intermediate disciple in an attempt to suppress the arrogant Xia qingchen.
Who would have thought that Xia qingchen would mercilessly interrupt him?
"Since it's none of your business, then shut up!" Xia qingchen spoke coldly.
Yuan chaohui's face was filled with anger.
