As long as I call, hundreds of brothers will come out

Seeing these people in white practitioner clothes surrounding him, Xia Ping's eyes flickered. He didn't panic because this was the entrance of the school. In public, these people wouldn't dare do anything.

And even if they did, he was not afraid.

"Are you Xia Ping?"

The speaker was a sturdy young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. His body was muscular and his eyes were intimidating. His whole body exuded a powerful aura.

His every move seemed to be natural as if he was just walking. He integrated martial arts into ordinary movements. Xia Ping instantly discerned that the opponent was a master, stronger than Zhou Taian.

"I am. Why are you looking for me?" Xia Ping looked at the muscular man indifferently.

His eyes showed a terrifying light and he aggressively said: "My name is Yao Zhong. I am a disciple of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall. Zhou Taian is also a member of this martial arts hall. In other words, he is my junior. Do you understand now?"