War God Asura

The black-clothed boy was named "Xing Jue", a 15-year-old high-ranking martial artist. He was originally the most talented person among the new blood of the Xing Family. However, Xing Jue remained the same until he was 15 Unable to condense the sea of ​​qi, no matter how superb cultivation talent, but unable to use martial qi, he is destined to be unable to become a martial artist, so even though Xing Jue’s cultivation talent is high, he cannot escape the fate of being abandoned by the Xing family, and never again. It's a new blood, but a domestic slave.

Xing Jue sat on the carriage, looking at the familiar scenes that were constantly passing away from the window, Xing Jue's heart was full of unwillingness. From a wandering young man, he was chosen as a new blood by his family. With his cultivation talent far beyond ordinary people, he became The strongest among all the new blood has tasted the proud.

However, when he reached the age of condensing Qi Hai in his body, Xing Jue did not successfully condense. He looked at the people around him who were weaker than him, because he condensed into Qi Hai and surpassed him one by one, Xing Jue was extremely anxious. But despite his desperate cultivation, his body still couldn't condense into a sea of ​​qi. Until today, his once genius has unexpectedly become a "waste blood."

"Xing Jue, in fact, the instructor is still good to you. You got a supervisor's errand on that side." Seeing Xing Jue's long silent and melancholy face, the old servant said comfortingly.

This old man is Xing Jue’s personal servant. Everyone calls him Zhang Lao. He is also a junior warrior himself. Since Xing Jue was selected to be a new blood in the Xing family, he has been served by Zhang Lao. Speaking of which, Zhang Lao could be regarded as watching Xing Jue grow up. Now that he sees Xing Jue like this, he is naturally very distressed.

"Don't worry, Zhang Lao, I'm fine." After hearing what Zhang said, Xing Jue also felt Zhang Lao's worry about him. He was taken care of by Zhang Lao since he was a child, and he has the same affection for Zhang Lao, so Naturally, he didn't want him to worry about himself. Although he was extremely sad, Xing Jue forced a smile and said to Zhang Lao.

"Hey" However, Zhang Lao couldn't see that Xing Jue was a forced smile, so he sighed, his heart full of unspeakable sorrow.

The carriage that Xing Jue was riding in was very fast, half an hour after he walked out of the Xing Family's new blood training base, walked out of the gate of Yunzong City, and ran straight to the west.

And just where the carriage passed by, the space suddenly squirmed, and then two old figures appeared on the avenue like a ghost.

"This Xing Jue is very talented, but it is indeed a weird thing that it has been unable to condense the anger for a long time," one of the old men in a gray robe said in a low voice, looking at Xing Jue's fading carriage.

"If he can condense a sea of ​​anger, coupled with excellent training, he will not be inferior to your little Han." After hearing the words of the gray-robed old man, the white-robed old man stroked his snow-white beard and said with a smile .

"Unfortunately, he can't" and the gray-robed old man shook his head and said, but when the white-robed old man mentioned Xiao Han, there was a confident smile on his face.