War God Asura

This is a man with a handsome face and a bit of evil between his eyebrows. His appearance has successfully caused the female disciples present to boil, but he is not even different, and he began to interact with the pretty female disciples present. It's so ambiguous.

"Who is he?"

Xing Jue asked Li Long beside him. He was not curious because of the man's suaveness, but because of his strength.

Because that man was actually a high-ranking Shura Wuzong, and his aura could be said to be the strongest among the people present, and his age was almost the same as Xing Jue.

Chapter 638: Fairy Sister

"Who is he?"

Xing Jue asked Li Long next to him, Xing Jue was not curious because of the man's suave and intrigue, but because of his strength.

Because that man was actually a high-level Shura Wuzong, and his aura could be said to be the strongest among the people present, and the most important thing was his age, which was almost the same as Xing Jue.

You know, it is extremely difficult to break through one level at the level of Shura Wuzong, and every other level is even more different from the world. The age of the man in front of him, who can reach the level of high-level Shura Wuzong, is definitely called. A rare genius in a century.

Of course, an alternative such as Little Demon Girl Bo'er is definitely an exception, because those who can open a space tunnel obviously have reached the point of Shura Wuzun.

With the age of the little demon girl and her strength, Xing Jue had always suspected that she was an old monster, mixed into a little girl and came out to pretend to be tender and confounded the world.

"Xing Jue, you don't even know him, it seems that you are really the master who doesn't hear things outside the window."

"He is one of the most famous geniuses recently, and he is known as one of the geniuses who have the most chance this year to become a true disciple."

"My name is Han Feng, a female disciple of Gui Yinfeng, a big carrot with a heart, and she is not uncommonly inflamed by him" Li Long said to Xing Jue, and the last sentence was whispered in Xing Jue's ear. But there is a bit of sourness in it.

However, it is normal to think about it carefully. It is reasonable to be jealous of a handsome young man like Han Feng who is hard to get favored by women like Li Long.

"Which junior can tell me, what are these three things?"

Although Li Long had spoken quietly, he seemed to be heard by that Han Feng. He wrinkled his eyebrows slightly and swept his gaze towards the Xing Jue three, and his gaze was full of endless contempt.

"Eh, Brother Han, who would know disciples like them, how do we know what they are here for?"

The female disciples held by Han Feng in his arms replied shyly, and in the eyes of those female disciples, the contempt for the three Xing Jue was more intense, as if the rich children despised the street beggar.