Thinking back to how Chen Zhengyang had directly brought him back to the Martial Arts School yesterday, he could not help but pause in slight surprise.
If that were true, then I really struck it rich!
Zhao Tie had clearly heard the discussions as well. He laughed aloud.
"Brother Fang, don't mind them. Master has rarely brought anyone back himself these past few years, so everyone is bound to be curious."
He deliberately raised his voice. "If you ask me, anyone Master personally takes a fancy to and brings back to the Martial Arts School is far better than those who paid silver to get in!"
Those words immediately darkened several disciples' faces, and the looks they gave Fang Yuan turned hostile.
Seeing this, Zhao Tie smiled.
He had done it on purpose. Men who practiced martial arts needed to be provoked—otherwise, they would never amount to much in a lifetime!
As for whether Fang Yuan could withstand it, if he did, it proved he was the disciple Master had been seeking. If he could not, then everything was over.
Sure enough, the very next moment, as they were speaking, a furious roar suddenly rang out from the northwest corner.
A bare-chested man wielded a simple saber until it whistled through the air. With a flash of blade light, a wooden training post as thick as a bowl shattered cleanly in two.
Amid the flying splinters, the man shot a smug glance toward Fang Yuan.
Zhao Tie murmured by Fang Yuan's ear, "That's Zhang Meng. He's an old hand here and has always wanted to become a true disciple."
Fang Yuan nodded without giving anything away. Clearly, his arrival had already set quite a few nerves on edge!
But he was not afraid. This Martial Arts School obviously spoke through