Asuru God Soul

"Chu Xingyu, please!"

Even the executive officer, with respect, watched Chu Xingyu board the cultivation test-bed.

In their eyes, teenagers from the four colleges will not be weak in cultivation, at least in the martial arts realm.

The cultivation test is just a passing test.

The executor's left hand has removed the token to enter the spirit pool of Tianwang mountain from his waist.

As soon as Chu Xingyu finished the test, he would give the token to him in time with both hands.

"How many accomplishments did you say he achieved?"

Under the high platform, in the crowd of onlookers, one person's voice sounded quietly.

"It's also worth asking. The strong from the four colleges must be in the warfighting realm."

One looks at the other with an idiot's eye.

"Of course I know it's Zhanwu territory. What I want to know is how heavy is Zhanwu territory?"

The man asked again.

"It's not clear. It's said that once you go to the martial arts realm, it's hard to improve and rebuild."

In the eyes of people's worship, Chu Xingyu's palm was gently placed on the Yuan Stone for testing cultivation.

"Strong man, I will enter the spirit pool with you as your escort."

Gu Qianqian's heart suddenly appeared a touch of excitement.

The strong are coming.

The opportunity to accelerate the improvement of self cultivation is also coming.

WOW!

After a burst of light.

Gu Qianqian, whose excited color had not yet appeared on his face, was suddenly stunned.

The executor's hands, which wanted to hand out the token of lingchi in Tianwang mountain, suddenly stiffened.

At this time, not only the executives on the high platform were stunned, but also Li Jie, Song Yu and students from other colleges.

Everyone was stunned.

The whole audience was like being held by a talisman, completely stationary.

Only the eight apertures on the test bench are still shining.

Are they dazzled or wrong!

How is this possible???

Chu Xingyu, from one of the four colleges, achieved the eight levels of respect for martial arts.

"Are these students from the four colleges? Aren't they fake?"

"Respect the eight aspects of martial arts, not even the students of ordinary colleges. How can he be a student from magic night college!"

You know, even the cultivation of ordinary college students can achieve the nine aspects of respecting the martial arts.

Even the students from other families, their general strength is also in the eight fold realm of respecting martial arts.

The young men in white on the high platform, from the students of the four colleges with incomparably abundant resources, only respect the eight aspects of martial arts.

This is so ironic!

"Damn it!"

Song Yu's face suddenly changed.

When he was scolded by the waste last night, he didn't dare to breathe. He pretended to be like his grandson. He was rushed to the other side of the lake to sleep. On his legs and arms, the big bag bitten by mosquitoes itched unbearably.

But for the sake of being the strong man of magic night college, he endured it.

This morning, I kept flattering the waste along the way and used my hot face to stick his cold ass, just for the strong of the four colleges to take care of themselves.

However, the dazzling aperture on the cultivation test-bed told Song Yu that the cultivation of "experts" who had tried their best to win over had reached the eight levels of respect for martial arts.

After a hard work, the cultivation of this waste is similar to that of yourself.

The object who flatters himself is a complete waste.

It was a disgrace to him.

Song Yu clenched her hands, and her face flushed with anger.

If I knew at the beginning that this waste man's cultivation was only respecting the eight aspects of martial arts, I would not give him good fruit to eat.

"You...!"

Gu Qianqian, who had returned to his mind, was covered with dark clouds and his face was gloomy and ugly.

Just now, I took the boy as the bright moon in the sky and held it in the palm of my hand.

The purpose is to flatter the young man, so that when he chooses Lingquan to accompany him, he can consider himself, and then enter the legendary Tianwang mountain Lingquan with abundant cultivation resources to improve his cultivation.

But now, the cultivation of teenagers only respects the eight aspects of martial arts, which is much worse than ordinary martial artists.

Not to mention entering the Lingquan of Tianwang mountain, I'm afraid I don't even have the qualification to enter the third level competition circle.

Remembering what he had done, Gu Qianqian spit out a few words: "waste!"

However, Gu Qianqian's experience is more than that.

Just now she relied on her ability to directly enter Lingquan as a chaperone, supported by students from four colleges. She was too high-profile, as if she were an immortal in heaven and despised everyone present.

At this time, the opportunity to enter the Lingquan was dashed, and she fell into the mortal world, just like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouted.

"Miss Gu, are these the four college students in your mouth?"

"If I say that even such people can become students of the four colleges, I can become inner students of the four colleges."

"Why don't I suffer some losses and let you be a waiter!"

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The taunt came into Gu Qianqian's ears one after another.

Gu Qianqian's face changed indefinitely, but her resentment against Chu Xingyu was a little more.

In her opinion, all this is because of Chu Xing rain.

She never thought that Chu Xingyu had never said that his cultivation had reached the martial arts realm. It was his ignorance and high profile that hurt her.

"Magic night college ranks at the end of the four colleges all year round. It's not surprising that it respects the eight aspects of martial arts!"

Just then, behind the team, came the voice of a teenager.

The young man was tall, with his green robe inlaid with Phnom Penh. He looked like a jade tree facing the wind.

Obviously, the people who saw the clothes immediately recognized that the boy was from Baishan, Weiyang college, one of the four colleges.

The four colleges are in a competitive relationship, so they often attack each other.

Baishan saw his old opponent. Magic night college sent such a weak opponent to compete. He won't miss the opportunity to ridicule magic night college.

"You are so confident that when you wait for the final, I don't think you dare say that."

Chu Xingyu's face was cold. In the face of the ridicule of other students in the square, he could ignore it.

After all, the real strength of Chu Xingyu has long exceeded that of Zhanwu territory.

These students in the square were like tiny ants in front of Chu Xingyu. They didn't add up enough for him to see.

A powerful warrior will not deliberately step on the ants under his feet.

Their ridicule, just like mosquitoes flying around their ears, did no real harm except noise.

However, he cannot ignore the ridicule from Weiyang college.

After all, the two colleges are of equal strength. If he ignores it, it is not to ignore it, but to show weakness to each other.

Chu Xingyu, a strong character, would never be such a person.

When he went out, he vowed to safeguard the dignity of the college.

"Final? Do you have the strength to reach the final?"

Baishan sneered, glanced at Chu Xingyu with contempt, attached his hands, raised his head, and walked towards the high platform for testing cultivation.

"Now, let me tell you the great difference between me from Weiyang college and you from garbage fantasy night college."

A moment later, the arrogant hundred mountains had come to the high platform, and his palm was put.

Boom!

In the cool voice of the crowd.

Ten dazzling apertures shine in the square mountain.

At this time, compared with the eight dark apertures of the Chu star rain, he stood tall.