War God Asura

Above the vast sea of ​​clouds, in front of an open golden gate, people passed through one after another, but except for those in the sky pass, they had to come up with an invitation to enter.

"This invitation letter seems to be real."

Outside the gate of Tianguan, several disciples were carefully examining an invitation letter, which contained a special spell, to let them know that it was true.

But even if the invitation letter was genuine, looking at the holder of the invitation letter, the disciples once again murmured.

Soul Pass, this place was never invited for gatherings in previous years.

High-ranking Asura war spirits, this is an absolute bottom existence in any level.

This is supposed to be someone who couldn't get the invitation letter anyway.

But in front of him, such a person appeared here, and this person was naturally the Xing Jue who was invited..

Several Tianguan disciples kept looking at the invitation letter in their hands, and kept looking at Xing Jue, always wondering whether Xing Jue came from fishing in troubled waters.

"Why? Is the invitation letter I'm holding fake? You need to look at it like this?" Xing Jue finally showed impatience towards the skeptical attitude of Tianguan disciple.

"you...."

Xing Jue's gaze was sharp as a blade, and he could shoot directly at his soul. Facing Xing Jue's questioning, even the arrogant Tianguan disciple was shocked.

For a time, they were in a dilemma, not knowing what to do, because even they didn't know why the Asura Warrior Spirit in this small area brought them such a great oppression.

"Brother Xing Jue!"

At this moment, a silver bell rang, and Yingying's sweet voice whispered suddenly from the inside of the gate.

The sound of this sound immediately attracted the attention of countless people. Whether it was Tianguan disciples and elders, or his elite disciples, they all looked sideways.

But it doesn't matter if people see that woman, almost all the men can't help their heartbeats speed up, and a burst of unstoppable favor comes from the bottom of their hearts.

Li Xiaohan, dressed in white clothes like a fairy, has a beautiful face that is so exquisite that he is suffocating, and a smile is enough to make men in the world fascinated. He is a stunner that countless men covet.

"Brother Xing Jue."

Like a dancing butterfly, Li Xiaohan fluttered to Xing Jue's body, and even ignoring everyone's surprised sight, he carried it into Xing Jue's arms.

"Xiaohan, not seeing you in just ten days, you are beautiful again."

Embracing the beauty, Xing Jue smiled and couldn't help stroking Li Xiaohan's smooth long hair a few times.

"Cut, stop talking sweetly to me, let me come to the sky, you will come to see me, but in the past ten days you have no news."

Li Xiaohan suddenly pushed Xing Jue away, his mouth curled, his aggrieved appearance seemed even more alluring.

"Look, didn't I come here? It's just that your seniors refused to let me in." Xing Jue grinned, and actually shifted the blame to those Tianguan disciples.