War God Asura

You must know that combat skills are extremely demanding on a person's body, not to mention intermediate combat skills, but elementary combat skills, even if they are learned, can not be used by beginner Shura warriors. Only intermediate Shura warriors can exert the power of combat skills.

With the body of a high-level Asura warrior in front of him, Gao Lin actually displayed intermediate combat skills, which was enough to show his extraordinary strength, and it was not in vain to become a person valued by the elder's house.

"Intermediate combat skills, Shura warriors are indeed unavailable, but for me who immediately entered the martial arts, it is not a problem to display half of the combat skills."

"You tell me, if it weren't for my elder brother's accident this time, I would practice in the Promise Chamber for a few days, and then I would be able to break through to the level of a junior Asura martial artist. Even in the middle courtyard, I would be a tyrannical existence.

"But it doesn't matter. With my talent, even if I leave the Promise Chamber, wanting to break through is only a matter of one month." Gao Lin was proud of his face, as if he was very proud of his talent.

"Actually, I was able to leave the customs ahead of schedule. It was all thanks to you. Today, you have to make good compensation to me!" While speaking, Gao Lin had already come to Xing Jue's side, and he couldn't help rubbing himself while speaking. His palms looked like he was going to show off against Xing Jue.

Xing Jue, who was hit by a frontal intermediate combat technique with his forehead rubbing his back, felt that his internal organs would be shattered and he couldn't move half a step at all. He could only watch Gao Lin standing in front of him, watching with that proud gaze. He, but at the corner of Xing Jue's mouth, a sneer suddenly appeared.

"Pooh!"

Suddenly, Xing Jue opened his mouth, and accompanied by a clear voice, a mouthful of sticky sputum burst out at Gao Lin, at a speed comparable to lightning.

"Snapped"

At this speed, Gao Lin couldn't dodge, and was firmly stuck to his cheek by the sticky phlegm.

"The Promise Chamber was closed for three years. I couldn't even hide a mouthful of phlegm, and I claimed to be awe-inspiring talent. It's ridiculous!"

When a sneak attack was successful, Xing Jue burst into laughter, and his face was full of joy. He was hit by Gao Lin's combat skill, but Gao Lin was hit with a sticky phlegm. The physical damage was even worse for Xing Jue, but The injury to the soul is obviously worse for Gao Lin.

"You...you...you fucking want to die!"

Wiping the sticky phlegm on his face with his hand, looking at the viscous liquid, Gao Lin, who had attached great importance to his appearance, was immediately furious. He was so angry that his two eyeballs almost popped out, without saying a word. He lifted his palm and slammed down Xing Jue's cheek.

"Wow"

But just as Gao Lin’s palm was about to hit Xing Jue, a white gust of wind came at the top of Gao Lin’s body, and Gao Lin was blown away dozens of meters away by that gust of wind before he fell embarrassedly. To the ground.

"Gao Lin, trespassing into the eastern courtyard and attacking fellow disciples, your courage is really getting bigger!"

And at this moment, an old man’s voice came suddenly. He looked at him, and there was an old man standing beside Xing Jue. This man was not another person, but was the elder Ouyang among the four elders of the Promise Academy. .