bang!
The doors of the Green Mountain Martial Arts School were kicked open after a long time, and the disciples practicing martial arts inside wore stunned expressions.
They watched the Heroes of Liangzhou file in one after another, utterly at a loss for a moment.
By the look of things, they were here to challenge the school!
Ever since they had come under the Flying Cloud Martial Arts School's banner, they had rarely encountered such challenges.
"Ha ha ha! We're heroes from Liangzhou. Call out your master!"
Among the band of rough men, Fang Long stepped forward first, carrying a solid iron staff in hand, his tone bold and grand.
"Where did this worthless trash come from? Is our master someone you can see just because you want to?" one disciple said indignantly.
Fang Long smiled without a care. Grinning, he said, "Little brother, we're here to challenge the school. If we don't look for your master, who should we look for?"
"If you want to challenge our master, you'll have to get past us first!"
Several disciples in training uniforms stepped out together, staring directly at the Heroes of Liangzhou without the slightest fear on their faces.
"Ha ha ha ha! You've got guts. But blades and swords have no eyes, so you young brothers had better be careful."
"Zhang Peian, leave these few to you."
As the words fell, a burly man wielding a mountain-cleaving saber stepped out from among the crowd. Alone, he faced several martial arts school disciples, yet his momentum was not the least bit inferior.
This man called Zhang Peian had thick hair all over his body, with black whiskers covering both sides of his cheeks. Broad-shouldered and powerfully built, he looked imposing at a glance.
"My name is Zhang Peian. Are you coming