At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua knew that pork belly was not the best food in the world, and being able to eat pork belly was no longer his ideal. Instead, martial arts had become his new pork belly.
But how to taste this "pork belly" still required some thought. Looking at the four people's backs, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but mutter to himself.
The courtyard was still quiet, with those lazy green-clothed and small-hatted men probably still in their dreams. Did they really think they could compete with the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect like this? Did they have the strength? Although Zhang Xiaohua had just arrived yesterday, he felt that they had no chance. Maybe they knew they were not strong enough, so they tried to satisfy themselves with their words.
However, looking at the small house where they slept last night, Zhang Xiaohua had a headache. How could Liu Er have such a roommate? Couldn't he find one with slightly higher standards?
