Chapter 1113: Quiet things!

The door leader walked to the two injured disciples and checked the injuries. Fortunately, it only temporarily blocked the movement of their vitality and blood, making them unable to move.
After a little guidance, to promote the circulation of blood, and let the two of them adjust their breath, they are basically no problem.
"It seems that this Kunpeng is showing mercy to you, otherwise, he can completely destroy your physical bodies. If you encounter him in the arena in the future, you really have to deal with it carefully. People are not something you can deal with, and I now doubt that his strength may be able to compete with God-rank players."
After experiencing the blow just now, they also believed the leader's words.
The Kunlun Gate had no hatred with the Raksha Gate. It was nothing more than seeing that they were afraid to train, but came to visit them. They were not reconciled to see their trump cards and strength, and deliberately looked for them.
And this kind of thing is actually staged almost every day in the arena, but the provoked party basically escaped without saying a word.
So they only wanted to humiliate each other today, but they didn't expect that the whole team of the other party was there, and they wanted to really fight with them. As a last resort, they had no choice but to be hard-hearted. They never thought that the two of them would make the final shot and hit the iron plate.
The team leader was really not good at blaming them, so he comforted a few words, and then everyone continued to train.
In fact, this is the case in any situation, as long as you have enough strength, the world's road is to go where you want to go. It's like these training sects on the field. They train here, and the surroundings will not allow other sects to exist.
Although Wu Hua took the disciples of Luoshamen away from the Kunlunmen training place, they did not leave the arena. They went to other places to wander around.
In the entire arena, there are probably dozens of schools that are training.
And because they weren't weak just now, especially Kun Peng's beautiful counterattack, which has spread quickly on the court, and now that Rakshasa Gate walks at will, no one dares to hinder it at will.
"Strength depends on fighting." Wu Hua couldn't help sighing, "Before, I always wanted to get to know more people and get closer, maybe I can get along with them, and I won't be tense when I meet. But it's useless. Only after the strength that has been played can be truly respected after being recognized by others."
Huang Rong and others nodded, and the other Rakshasa disciples also agreed.
"Well, let's find a place and train. Anyway, there are still three or four days before the official start of the race. Let's find the feeling and familiarize yourself with the terrain. When training, catch each other's right and use them as much as you want, but don't hurt yourself and other side."
The large area in the center has long been occupied by various martial arts, so they can only go to the edge.
Many of the places near the cliff are trained by small sects. Seeing a huge team of more than 30 people coming from the Rakshasa Gate, of course, knowing that they can’t afford it, they all automatically withdrew to other places to make room for them local.
"This is strength." Huang Rong also smiled, "There are so many of us that scared everyone away."
However, Kunpeng inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the towering cliffs. The mountains that he thought were not high, instantly became a lot stalwart. He was observing the existence of Erlang God.
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