War God Asura

However, Xing Jue at this moment was thinking deeply about this huge Eastern courtyard, with only one middle-level Asura warrior.

Among the two thousand disciples, there is only one middle-level Asura martial artist. This proportion is really exaggerated, but the exaggerated fact before Xing Jue's eyes makes him even believe it.

"The disciples with good talents have entered the middle courtyard, and the rest are disciples with poor talents. In recent years, the disciples in the east courtyard have been worse than a year. Hey~" Seeing Xing Jue asked, the older man The disciple sighed helplessly.

Looking at the look of helplessness on the face of the older disciple, Xing Jue could feel that helplessness must have other meanings, but because he didn't seem to want to say it, the three of Xing Jue didn't ask much.

Later, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Xing Jue also lined up with Zhang Xing brothers and sisters.

In order to practice faster, the three Xing Jue chose different training rooms to line up.

Because of the special structure of the cultivation room, each disciple cannot spend more than an hour in the cultivation room, otherwise the body will not be able to bear it.

In fact, many people can't bear it within half an hour and must leave the practice room.

So even though there were a lot of people in the line, after a full four hours of queuing, Xing Jue finally came to the top.

But just when Xing Jue was happy to be able to enter this training room and experience the doubled training effect, there was a sudden commotion in the main hall of the training room.

Looking sideways, I saw sixteen disciples walking into the Promise Court in the main hall of the training room. These sixteen were male and female, old and young, but they were all hanging on their chests. A name badge with the word martial arts.

And looking at the fearful gazes of the surrounding disciples, it was obvious that they should be members of the martial arts gang, occupying the fifteen cultivation rooms.

This group of guys were walking arrogantly one by one, obviously only the strength of a beginner Shura warrior, but the eyes of everyone around them were full of contempt.

Then, fifteen of the sixteen people walked into the training room they occupied.

But what Ling Xingjue could not expect was that the remaining one of the martial arts gang walked to the entrance of the training room next to Xing Jue and stood in front of the disciples of Xing Jue who had lined up for nearly four hours.

Faced with the arrogant attitude of members of the martial arts gang openly jumping in the line, no one dared to say anything. They all chose to silently bow their heads.

"Huh, a bunch of trash!"

And the member of the martial arts gang saw everyone behind him bowing their heads silently, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Boom~"

But at this moment, the door to the cultivation room in front of Xing Jue finally opened. At the same time, a pale figure walked by Xing Jue quickly, and this person was the one who had entered the cultivation room before.

"The system is weak enough!"