Four elders in green robes suddenly frowned, and spoke out once more with a hint of sternness, "Do not be distracted."
For the martial fighters of the Jiuzhou Dynasty, a refinement session in the Martial Temple was an opportunity that was hard to come by.
If, due to a restless heart and mind, one missed this great opportunity and only retained one or two-tenths of the energy that passed through the body, the remorse could last for who knows how long.
As their words ended, the several people began to manipulate their spells simultaneously.
The Arhat's angry eyes took on an extra glimmer of spiritual light as if it was awakening from a deep slumber, and yet seemed to be a bit muddled in thoughts, with consciousness gradually concentrating.
