Qiao Mengyuan looked at him with anger and said, "Do you have to use such extreme actions to solve the problem?"

Zhang Yang said: "My principle of doing things is to be tooth for tooth and eye for eye!"

The bell rang, and more than 800 teachers and students all left the classroom and stood in a circle around the playground.

Ge Hesheng appeared on the teaching building, holding the railing with his left hand and playing with the iron ball with his right hand, looking coldly at Zhang Yang in the middle of the playground.

Official Zhang looked up at him: "I'm Zhang Yang, I'm here today to seek justice!" He spoke, but every teacher and student on the playground could hear it clearly.

Ge He said in a voice: "I don't know you!"

Zhang Daguanren said: "I have a friend who was injured by Guiyang's palm and hit the left rib with one palm. There will be no more than five people under Guiyang's sect. If you hand over the person, I won't make things difficult for you."

Ge He laughed loudly. He had never seen such an arrogant person before. He said calmly: "Young man, you can't say anything about the sky, or it may be a death."

Zhang Yang said: "Can I understand your words as a threat?"

Ge He said in a voice: "I have more than 800 teachers and students in Dacheng Martial Arts School, how can I threaten you? What a joke!"

Official Zhang looked around everyone around him and said disdainfully: "There are indeed many people, so scare me? Principal Ge, I am here today and don't want to hurt too many people. As the head of Guiyangmen, don't you dare to stand up and fight me?"

A voice in the crowd said, "Who do you think you are? Want to fight with my master? Let's pass this level first!"

Ge Hesheng's great disciple Yuan Xinyu stood out from the crowd.

Zhang Daren shook his head and said, "You can't."

"Will it work? I will know after trying!" Yuan Xinyu strode forward, followed the rules of the world, clasped his fists and shouted loudly: "Please!" The voice was loud, trembling, making the eardrums of people around him buzz.

Zhang Daguanren smiled and said, "You should practice lion roar, and you have a good voice talent."

Yuan Xinyu said: "No matter how good your mouth is, it is better to put in the effort!" He rubbed his body and punched Zhang Yang in the chest.

Zhang Daguanren's body did not move at all, and he was forced to take his punch. Yuan Xinyu fell down. Hearing a puff!, it was like hitting a rotten wood. Seeing Zhang Yang's expression had no change at all, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "You don't need to show mercy, try punching me with all your strength."

Yuan Xinyu roared and punched another punch. This punch hit Zhang Yang's lower abdomen, obviously he had exhausted all his strength. Zhang Daguanren still had not avoided. Yuan Xinyu's fist fell on his abdomen, and suddenly felt like he was sinking into the sea. The fist was deeply trapped in Zhang Yang's abdomen. An invisible force rotated counterclockwise, and he pushed it off. Yuan Xinyu's wrist was dislocated. He groaned and his face was pale. Zhang Daguanren gently patted his shoulder and said, "Get out, my friend is not hurt! You don't have that ability!"

Zhang Daren dislocated Yuan Xinyu's wrist without taking action. At this time, Ge Hesheng realized that the visitor was not good.

Zhang Yang looked at Ge Hesheng upstairs with his hands behind his back and shook his head slowly.

Ge Hesheng pursed his lips, his two thick eyebrows furrowed together, and he whispered: "Good Kung Fu!"

Zhang Yang thought he would take action himself, but Ge Hesheng was still standing there. Seven men rushed up at the scene. All seven men were teachers from Dacheng Martial Arts School and Ge Hesheng's disciples.

Master Zhang laughed and said, "Principal Ge, I was a little respectful to you Guiyang Sect. I didn't expect that you would actually play the trick of Yiduo's victory for me." His eyes stern: "Turning turtle, I'll pull you down now!"

Zhang Daguanren rushed towards the stairs. Two men blocked his way, Zhang Yang split his mane, opened his fists and then hit the opponent's lower abdomen with both punches without stopping.

A man from behind waved his long stick and slashed towards Zhang Yang head-on. Zhang Daguanren grabbed the stick tip. His arm trembled, and a powerful wave passed to the other party's elbow. The other party's tiger's mouth was trembling. He couldn't hold on to the long stick in his hand. The long stick fell into Zhang Yang's hand. He held the long stick and nodded. He hit the opponent's forehead with a phoenix, hitting the person head-on.

"Hi!" More than a dozen young men held long sticks in their hands and lined up to gather around Zhang Daren. Zhang Yang said in amazement: "Today I am aware of your Guiyang Sect's ability." He held up his hands and blocked more than ten long sticks from the other party. He shook them hard, shaking them away, and his body soared into the air. The long stick in his hand drew a white stick shadow in the void. The sound of ping-pong was endless. In a blink of an eye, the stick array blocking him had completely defeated.

The stick formation had just dispersed, and the spear was adjacent again. Twenty spears were like twenty silver dragons, swinging the long tassels to stab Zhang Yang. Zhang Daguanren became the source of the gathering of spear tips. He pointed the stick in his hand to the ground and flew out in the air. His toes gently pointed at the place where the spear tips gathered, and flew up again. When he fell down, his right foot stepped on the face of the person in the middle of the spear formation, and knocked the guy down to the ground with a thud. He bit his mud and his two front teeth were knocked off. The gun formation suddenly had a gap, and Zhang Daguanren walked through the gap calmly.

As the stairs were getting closer and closer, fifteen disciples holding swords formed the last line of defense in front of the stairs. Zhang Daren smiled faintly at the corner of his lips. He held the long stick with both hands, and used a little force. The long stick bent like a bow. He loosened his hands. The long stick suddenly flew out and shot towards the opponent's sword formation. The group of disciples hurriedly pushed the knife to the grid. Zhang Yang had already flew up like a big bird. Instead of rushing to the stairs, he directly grabbed the railing of the balcony on the second floor, climbing up like a spirit ape, and in a flash, he was close to Ge Hesheng.

Ge Hesheng snorted coldly, and two large iron balls in his hand flew out one after another, making a buzzing sound in the air. Although it was only thrown out through his right hand, its strength was no different from that of a strong bow and crossbow.

Zhang Yang slashed two palms in the air, and the angle he controlled was extremely accurate. When the iron ball touched his palm, it changed direction and shot towards the exterior wall of the building, deeply embedded in the wall.

Ge Hesheng jumped up to the railing, stood on the railing, and slashed at Zhang Yang with a palm. His move was condescending, and the geographical advantage was completely in his hands. The competition was first and foremost an intellectual competition. Ge Hesheng repelled his great disciple Yuan Xinyu from Zhang Yang to repel his eldest disciple Yuan Xinyu, so he did not choose to fight directly, but let his disciples use Zhang Yang's physical strength first. He has been running the Dacheng Martial Arts School for many years and is also the leading figure in the martial arts world in the capital. All of this requires him not to lose, occupy the favorable terrain, and take action from a condescending way. For a person with a reputation like Ge Hesheng, it is equivalent to putting down his airs.

Zhang Daren also hit him with a palm. The two of them met with their palms, but they did not make any sound. To outsiders, the fight between them was far from the earth-shaking they imagined, and was even a little too dull. However, Ge Hesheng felt a cold air along the other party's palm, invading his meridians. His arm was numb in an instant, and he didn't even have time to make the next move. Zhang Yang had turned over and came to the railing.

The balcony was less than half a foot wide, Ge Hesheng and Zhang Yang stood on it, confronting each other. Compared to Ge Hesheng's solemnity, Zhang Daren was considered casual in his mind. He put his hands behind him and looked straight at Ge He and said, "Your Guiyang Palm is not as good as that person. I think you should know who injured my friend."

Ge Hesheng glared at Zhang Yang and said, "Boy is arrogant! Do you think you dare to make trouble at our door if you know a little kung fu?"

Zhang Yang said: "The disciples of Guiyang Sect injured my friend. You, the head, deserve to be responsible. The world of grievances and grudges are everywhere. According to the rules, if you lose, you have to hand over the person to me." His eyes pierced Ge Hesheng's heart like a blade.

Ge He said, "What if I say no?"

Zhang Yang said: "That's the ability to say no!"

Ge He heard the crackling sound of his feet. He looked down and saw a railing made of steel and concrete cracking, and a thin crack winding to his feet.

Ge Hesheng took a breath of air, knowing that his skills were far from the other party.

Zhang Yang said to Ge He with a secret voice: "Dacheng Martial Arts School has been in operation for 20 years, and it is not easy to operate it to its current scale. In the eyes of these disciples, Principal Ge is a godlike existence. If I smash this myth, can Dacheng Martial Arts School still gain a foothold in the capital in the future?"

Ge Hesheng was sore by his words. If Zhang Yang really defeated him in front of so many teachers and students, his reputation he had accumulated through hard work would inevitably be wasted and he could not afford to lose.

It was precisely because Zhang Yang saw this that he launched a psychological offensive against him. In fact, it was very easy for him to make Ge Hesheng look ugly in person just now, but if he did that, he might not be able to tell the truth, but instead he would make enemies with Guiyangmen. Ge Hesheng and Guiyangmen did not offend him, and there was another person who injured Gu Yangyang, who was even more martial arts than Ge Hesheng.

Bang! The cement under Ge Hesheng's feet cracked like a spider web on the railing. His calmness was acceptable. Even when he was in a disadvantage, he still did not show too much panic.

"My senior brother Zhao Yanqing." Among the Guiyang Gate, there was only one person who had better martial arts than Ge Hesheng. In fact, even if Ge Hesheng didn't say it, Zhang Yang would find out.

Zhang Yang heard Zhao Yanqing's name and smiled and said, "Thank you!" He flew down into the air, and in the amazement of everyone, he fell straight down like a kite with broken strings. When he was about three meters away from the ground, he turned in an incredible turn and landed steadily on the ground.

Ge Hesheng also jumped off the railing. As soon as he left, he heard the cracking sound of the railing. Cement blocks fell one after another. Where they were standing just now, there were only a few lonely steel bars left. Ge Hesheng pressed his cold sweat. Fortunately, he did not choose to continue to attack Zhang Yang, otherwise the ugly person would have been himself.

Looking at Zhang Yang returning home in triumphantly, Qiao Mengyuan's beautiful eyes were filled with gentle affection. Facing the eight hundred strong men without changing her expression, how many people can do it in the world.
Chapter completed!