Chapter 845： gladiatorial arena

Eight hundred and fortieth chapters gladiatorial arena

Hearing the deafening roars of the monsters, the outer sect, inner sect, and immortal sect disciples turned pale with fright, and their bodies trembled involuntarily!

Even the disciples of the Holy Sect and the core disciples of the Sacred Sect are panicked, and even their breathing is not smooth!

Because more than seven million disciples know that if these imprisoned monsters are released, they will be able to kill them in just an hour!

The weak fear the strong. This is the iron law of the strong eating the weak. It is the same whether the strong side is human or beast.

Tan Yun's hair was flying, and he released his spiritual consciousness to cover the gladiatorial arena. He found that there were countless dark and huge caves excavated on the ring-shaped walls of the gladiatorial arena.

The entrance to the deep cave was shrouded in a purple forbidden light curtain to prevent monsters from rushing out of the cave.

And that endless roar came from tens of thousands of dark caves!

"Young Sect Master, if you are ready, your subordinates will put you into the gladiatorial arena now." Situ Wuhen's turbid eyes flashed a sullen look.

"Don't worry, it won't be too late for this young sect master to change his clothes and go down. After Tan Yun responded coldly, he looked back at the more than seven million people on the spirit boat and said, "Who has a spiritual weapon or above? robe? "

"The grade doesn't need to be high, as long as it can be big and small."

When everyone heard the words, they naturally thought of how Tan Yun's body had soared to the size of ten feet when the core disciples of the ten meridians of the Holy Sect had a great competition nine years ago.

Everyone immediately understood that when Tan Yun fought with the monster next time, he was worried that his body would become ten feet huge, and his clothes would be shattered, causing them to disappear.

"Young Sect Master, I have it here!"

"Young Sect Master, I also have a robe, but it's a low-grade spiritual tool..."

"Young Sect Master, what I have here is a top-quality treasure..."

"..."

Suddenly, the voices of hundreds of disciples came from the spirit boats.

"Young Sect Master, this subordinate has a robe here!" At this time, the second ancestor of law enforcement, Guan Xuankong, flashed the Qiankun ring, and immediately a robe embroidered with the word "law enforcement" appeared in his hand.

"Wait!" Zhong Libo, the ancestor of the artifact, said without a doubt: "Guan Xuankong, your clothes are of the highest quality, and even if it is a monster of the fifth-order tribulation period, it cannot leave any scars on it. Therefore, you can't give it to the Young Sect Master!"

"If you want to give it, it's at most top-quality treasure clothes. In this way, the monsters of the fifth-order infancy can be easily torn apart, so it's fair!"

When Guan Xuankong was about to attack, Tan Yun said, "Old Guan, just do what he does."

Suddenly, a pleasant voice came into Tan Yun's ears, "Young Sect Master, this disciple happens to have one here, the robe that the disciples wore when they were dressed as men in the past."

In the next instant, under the unhappy eyes of a few disciples, Zhong Li Yuxin's skirt flew up and landed in front of Tan Yun, holding a golden robe in both hands and handing it to Tan Yun.

Tan Yun didn't accept it, but hurriedly said, "Yuxin, are you crazy? If you do this, that old man Zhong Libo will never let you go!"

Without waiting for Zhong Li Yuxin to speak, Tan Yun's face turned cold, and suddenly he grabbed Zhong Li Yuxin's wrist with his right hand and scolded: "Bold! Did this young sect master let you over? Go back to your spirit boat for this young sect master!"

With that said, Tan Yun waved his right arm, and threw Zhong Li Yuxin a hundred feet away, landing firmly on the spirit boat.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Libo said viciously: "Dare to do something to my young lady, Tan Yun, even if you don't die today, the old man will kill you in the future!"

If it were another place where no one else was, just relying on Tan Yun's actions towards Zhong Li Yuxin just now, Zhong Libo would make Tan Yun die!

On the spirit boat, Zhong Li Yuxin stared straight at Tan Yun, who was glaring at him. A different kind of emotion flowed from her heart...

She knew that just now Tan Yun was thinking of herself, so she deliberately scolded her in public.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, accompanied by a faint fragrance, Feng Qingcheng, who was wearing a black dress, flew across the void and fell in front of Tan Yun. He handed the purple robe in his hand to Tan Yun, and respectfully said: "Young Sect Master, this It is the best treasure robe that our great ancestor asked his subordinates to give you."

"Thank you." When Tan Yun took the black robe with a smile, Feng Qingcheng, the cold Xiao Sha's voice resounded in his mind, "It's better that you die in the gladiatorial arena, so that I don't make you sick!"

After that, Feng Qingcheng rose up from the spirit boat like a fairy in black, and immediately landed on the spirit boat in front of her.

Tan Yun frowned and thought to himself, "Is this woman really ruthless, or is she just giving people a ruthless look?"

Unable to figure it out, Tan Yun stopped thinking about it. He took the black robe and entered the spiritual boat training room...

"Wow... Young Sect Master is so handsome!"

"Yeah, hee hee... The male gods are so handsome in black robes..."

"..."

Before some of the female disciples finished speaking, Xue Ziyan, who had been silent for a while, looked back suddenly, pinched her waist, and said coldly, "Shut up my aunt! Let me hear you talk about my brother-in-law again, my aunt will tear you apart. Q!"

Immediately, those female disciples calmed down, daring to speak out.

At this time, Tan Yun, who was wearing a black robe and had an extraordinary bearing, stepped out of the training room with a cold expression.

"Whoosh!"

Tan Yun disappeared in a flash, and appeared in front of Mu Mengji and Zhong Wu Shiyao on another spirit boat, and said softly: "No matter what happens in the next day, I will promise you, and I will survive. "

"But you also have to promise me that no matter how cruel the battle is, you won't cry, okay?"

Mu Mengji nodded his head heavily, took a step forward, and helped Tan Yun slightly straighten his robe.

Tan Yun smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the edge of the spirit boat step by step, looked at Situ Wuhen, and said, "Now at three o'clock in Hai's hour, as long as this Young Sect Master can live to three o'clock in Hai's hour tomorrow, it means passing the assessment, right?"

"That's right." Situ Wuhen smiled, but he didn't smile. He tilted his head and looked at Tan Yun, "Young Sect Master, you must not use any magic weapon when you are fighting against monsters during this period, otherwise, it will be regarded as a failure of the assessment!"

"can we start?"

"Okay!" Tan Yun replied, "Open the curtain."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Situ Wuhen flicked his fingers, and eight dazzling spiritual powers flickered out of his fingers. After being replaced by a complex prohibition pattern in the sky, they were printed on the formation screen that shrouded the gladiatorial arena.

"Om-"

When the formation screen rippled slightly, a huge gap of 30 feet was formed, allowing Tan Yun to enter.

At this time, Shen Subing looked anxious and shouted, "Tan Yun..."

As soon as she said her name, she hurriedly changed her words, looking at Tan Yun with a pair of beautiful eyes full of worry, "Young Sect Master, I wish you a safe return!"

Tan Yun smiled slightly, and said without expression: "Su Bing, you don't have to worry about me, wait for me to come back."

As soon as the words fell, Tan Yun jumped off the spirit boat, like a meteor falling vertically from the gap in the formation...