"Lord City Lord, Woniu Martial Arts School and Huangmen Martial Arts School have been kicked out."

"when?"

"today."

Ling Wushuang looked at the painting in front of him and was silent for a long time.

"Is it the eighth-grade painter?"

"Woniu Martial Arts School is indeed run by them, but Huangmen Martial Arts School is not."

"Oh?" Ling Wushuang turned around and looked at his subordinates, "Who is that?"

"I don't know him. He is also a foreigner. He uses a sharp sword."

"Quick sword?" Ling Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, "I heard that the eighth-level painter also used a sword?"

"Yes."

Ling Wushuang said no more.

…

Huangmen Martial Arts School.

Everyone who was watching the excitement dispersed when they saw Master Huang being carried into the martial arts hall by the disciples.

"Let's go."

The young master said to the two people beside him.

"Master... Master, where are we going?"

"Follow me." As he said that, the young master walked in front and chased in the direction where the man in green shirt disappeared just now.

"Sir, why are we chasing after him?"

"help."

After dropping those two words, the young master didn't want to say more and quickened his pace.

…

Turn around the alley.

The young master came to the alley with two servants beside him.

I saw a group of assassins in civilian clothes lying in the alley at this time, and a man stood among the corpses with cold eyes.

This person is clearly the man in blue shirt who just defeated the leader of the Huangmen Martial Arts Hall with a sword.

The moment the young master appeared in the alley with two servants, the man in green shirt looked over.

"Is it you?"

The man in green shirt was slightly startled and was about to draw his sword.

"Wait a moment." The young master hurriedly stopped him.

The man in green shirt looked at him without saying a word.

"I just came to see if anything happened to you, and I came to help you."

"Help me?" A trace of suspicion flashed in the man's eyes, "Do you know I will be assassinated?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?" The man in green shirt asked, "Do you know them?"

The young master said: "Maybe he is from the Longhu Martial Arts School."

Hearing this, the man in green shirt released his hand from the hilt of the sword, presumably believing the young master's words. He seemed not surprised at all that Longhu Martial Arts School would send someone to assassinate him.

Seeing that the man in green shirt was no longer hostile, the young master hurriedly asked: "What's your name?"

"Li Changqing."

"Do you have a teacher?"

"Yes." Li Changqing nodded.

Hearing this, the young master was a little disappointed.

"My name is Zhang Chuyao," the young master said.

"oh."

After saying that, Li Changqing turned around and left.

Not long after he left, Su Hui said: "Master, he should be from Liuyun Sword Hall."

"Liuyun Sword Hall?" Zhang Chuyao was startled, "Are you sure?"

"It should be."

"Why did the people from Liuyun Sword Hall appear in Old Dragon City?" Zhang Chuyao was a little confused.

Su Hui shook her head.

…

"Did you hear that?"

"What's wrong? What happened again?"

"The guy from Huangmen Martial Arts School got kicked out!"

"Didn't you get kicked out a long time ago?"

"It's not the one before, this time it's a heroine carrying a gun."

"Heroine?"

"Yes, I heard that this man came from the capital, and he almost impaled Master Huang with one shot."

"The gun-toting heroine? She's from the capital again. She won't lose the heroine of the Qingfeng Martial Arts School, right?"

"If you think about it carefully, it's very possible..."

…

Zhang Chuyao and his two apprentices suddenly stopped after hearing everyone's discussion.

"Sir, why did you stop?"

"Let's go back."

Xu Sanpang was startled, "Where are you going back?"

"Huangmen Martial Arts School."

"Why?" Xu Sanpang was puzzled.

"Kick the gym."

…

"Someone is coming, someone is coming!"

"Someone is here to kick the gym!"

Huang Guanzhu, who had just picked up the tea cup, heard the call from outside. His hands shook and he almost lost his balance.

"Why are you still here to kick the gym after you're done with it?"

"It's just too much!"

"Who is it this time?"

The visitor said: "He is a young man with two servants, and he is also a foreigner!"

A foreigner again?

"Do you really think that my Huangmen Martial Arts School is easy to bully?"

"Master, please rest for a while. I will go and meet this person for you." Although the eldest disciple beside Guanzhu Huang said this, his body remained motionless.

Master Huang put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "Well, you can take the place of the Huangmen Martial Arts School and challenge him."

"Master, Master." The eldest disciple was startled. He was just talking casually and relying on his momentum, but he didn't know that his master really let him go.

He hurriedly said: "Master, is it against the rules for me to go?"

Guanzhu Huang waved his hands tiredly, "Rules are set by people, you can go instead of me. If you lose, it means my teacher has lost. Don't worry, even if you lose the face of my teacher, my teacher will not do anything."

I'll blame you."

Hearing this, the eldest disciple looked sad. Although his master's words were so nice, if he really lost, his master might blame him.

Besides, judging from the situation of the two people who just came to play, the people coming one after another outside to play are probably not simple. At least they are masters who are on par with the master.

How can I have a chance of winning when such a person comes to play in the gym?

The eldest disciple was thinking about the gains and losses when he was pushed away by a kind of senior brother. He said that it was the eldest brother's duty to do this, that it was natural for the eldest brother to fight on behalf of his master and so on.
To be continued...