War God Asura

If Xing Jue had a very small chance of winning against him, not to mention that there were so many helpers around him. Although he had known that this Wan Duan would cause trouble for himself, he would never have thought it would be so fast.

At this moment, Xing Jue silently took out the communication talisman that Elder Ouyang gave him. Xing Jue held it in his hand, but did not crush it as quickly as possible, because Xing Jue always felt that it was a shame to ask the elder for help as soon as he entered the middle court.

"What's the matter? Who is this kid? Look like this should be the disciple who just entered the middle courtyard this year."

"As soon as I entered the middle courtyard, I provoke a guy like Wan Duan, this kid is dead!"

The sudden scene also attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples. After all, Wan Duan is a figure on the strong list of the middle courtyard, and is also a famous celebrity in the middle courtyard. At this moment, he personally went out to intercept a new student who had just entered the middle courtyard. Aroused the curiosity of the disciples around.

"Xing Jue, don't say that I am bullying you by Wan Duan, you kneel in front of me and kowtow to my brothers, and I will let you go." Just when Xing Jue hesitated, Wan Duan and others had already It is close to surround Xingjue.

And when we get along so close, Xing Jue can clearly feel that the coercion exuded by those ten thousand paragraphs is so powerful, although there is only one layer apart, its strength is far above Xing Jue. .

Faced with such a powerful force, Xing Jue knew that a head-on confrontation was definitely not his opponent, and at this moment, Xing Jue had decided to crush that communication talisman.

"Big Brother Xing Jue!" But when Xing Jue was determined, a little girl's voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd.

Afterwards, I saw a little girl who was only about 10 years old wearing a robes from the Promise Academy. She hopped into the crowd and jumped into Xing Jue's arms.

"Han Xiang, why are you still in the middle court?"

Looking at the girl with a sweet smile at the moment, Xing Jue recognized at a glance that this was the little beggar he had saved, Han Xiang.

Seeing Han Xiang, Xing determined to be overjoyed, but at this moment, he was puzzled by Han Xiang's robe of the Promise Academy, especially the middle court medal on her chest.

"Hey, the long-bearded grandfather said that I have good qualifications and he wants to keep me in the Promise Academy to train me. Now I am also a disciple in the middle courtyard." Han Xiang narrowed his eyes, pouted and said with a smug face.

"Huh~"

After hearing Han Xiang's words, before Xing Jue said anything, not far away, he heard the sound of the freshman disciples sucking in cold air, and their faces were even harder to see the extreme.

Among them, with the exception of a few middle-aged people, all were elders over half a hundred years old, who had been practicing for several years before entering the middle courtyard proudly.

And Han Xiang is so big, and the strength has not yet reached the Shura martial artist, unexpectedly be accepted as the middle courtyard disciple by the Promise Academy exception, this makes them feel so embarrassed, it is almost the urge to find a piece of tofu to kill.

Although Xing Jue was also shocked that Han Xiang had become a disciple of the middle court, Xing Jue was also shocked to discover that in just over a year, this Han Xiang had actually reached the level of a high-level God of War from a war saint.