Chapter 31

"Please kill me!"

Han Yun just turned around and a figure suddenly stood in front of Han Yun.

It's a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at Han Yun with a touch of death in his eyes, as if Han Yun had hurt him instead of killing him.

"You go away!"

Han Yun frowned slightly.

"Please kill me. Only if you kill me can my son enter xuantianzong. If you let me go today, with my son's talent, it is impossible to pass the test of xuantianzong!"

There was a touch of bitterness in the man's eyes.

"Do you really think that when you die, your son can enter xuantianzong?"

Han Yun looked at the man and drank coldly.

"What do you mean?"

The man looked a little.

"Alas..."

Han Yun sighed slightly, pitying the hearts of parents all over the world. He really thought that if he entered xuantianzong, he could become a strong man!

When was the road of the strong arranged by others!

If you want to be strong, you can only rely on yourself.

How about entering xuantianzong? Xuantianzong is just a platform to become a strong man. If you really don't have that perseverance and talent, why enter xuantianzong.

"Zijin asked you to come here and make it clear that he told you to die. Once I killed you, I could get the title of eight killing in a row in the Colosseum. Think about it. If your son knew you died in my hands, would he come to me for revenge?"

"This..."

The man's face darkened slightly.

Take revenge on Han Yun.

If his son had a good talent, would he have to think so extreme to enter Xuantian sect.

"Let's go. I'll take care of the things over Zijin!"

Han Yun nodded slightly to the man and then walked directly to the iron door.

However, before Han Yun reached the iron gate, the iron gate suddenly closed with a "touch". Only Han Yun and the man were left in the arena.

"Zijin!"

Han Yun was furious in his eyes.

Zijin, this is forcing him to kill someone.

"It's reasonable to say that it's not good for him if I get the title of eight consecutive killings. Why does he still find someone to kill me!"

Han Yun's eyes twinkle and his mind runs quickly.

"Is his purpose..."

As soon as Han Yun's pupil shrinks, he immediately understands.

Zijin doesn't want to stop him from becoming a serial killer at all, but wants to help him.

"The higher you stand, the harder you fall. Few owners of the Colosseum are really good at calculation!"

Han Yun said to himself, a touch of terrible killing intention passed through Han Yun's eyes.

Zijin wants him to stand on the top.

And then throw him down.

Han Yun guessed Zijin's idea in an instant.

But unfortunately, Han Yun did not fully understand Zijin's calculations.

Zijin really wants to hold Han Yun higher and fall harder.

But Zijin's real purpose is not Han Yun.

The Colosseum, in an elegant Pavilion.

The elegant Pavilion is very exquisite, and the interior is resplendent. Two girls are respectfully standing next to serve.

In the middle of the pavilion, two men sat.

Behind the two men was a young man, who was well dressed and had a lofty pride in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that there are such disciples in Hancheng. Brother Hanfeng, do you know who this person is?"

The man on the left is noble in royal clothes. When he speaks, he has a sense of imperial authority.

This person is Xuan Chi of the Royal Xuan family.

The man next to xuanchi is Han Feng, the first gifted disciple of the Han family.

"This man's breath is restrained. Although he exudes the cultivation accomplishments of level 4 War Masters, his real cultivation accomplishments are uncertain. He hasn't returned to Hancheng for several years. Who has a gifted disciple?"

Han Feng looked at Han Yun with a little doubt in his eyes.

"Even you don't know?"

The interest on Xuan Chi's face was stronger.

"The fourth level war division is located in Jinglin country. Of course, it should be used by my royal family. Mu'er, you will meet him later and bring him into my royal family!"

"Yes!"

Xuanmu quickly promised.

"Mu'er, I heard that you were hurt by a disciple of the Han family. Tell me, what's going on?"

Xuanchi looked at Han Yun and seemed to think of something. Suddenly his eyes twinkled and asked.

"Eldest brother, you must kill this man. This man not only humiliated me, but also humiliated my royal Xuan family. He said that my royal Xuan family was empty and they were all rubbish!"

Xuanmu looked at xuanchi and said fiercely.

"Who is this person?"

Xuan Chi frowned slightly.

"It's Han Yun, a disciple of the Han family!"

Xuan Mu said gnashing his teeth.

"Han Yun!"

Han Feng frowned slightly.

"Brother Han Feng, do you know this man?"

Xuan Chi looked at Han Feng and asked in a deep voice.

"This man is a waste of my Han family. He hasn't reached the level of Lian zhantu for more than ten years. It can't be him!"

Han Feng shook his head slightly and said.

"Not even Lien Chan?"

A little anger rose in xuanchi's eyes.

Han Feng's words say that his royal family can't even beat a waste!

"Xuanmu, find this man for me. If you dare to humiliate my royal family, I will make him pay the price!"

Xuan Chi looked at Han Feng and drank coldly.

"Yes, brother!"

Xuan Mu was overjoyed.

Seeing Xuanmu leave, Han Feng frowned slightly, and then his eyes fell on the figure in the arena. Han Feng's eyes fluctuated slightly.

This figure seems familiar!

Same.

The Colosseum is in countless elegant pavilions.

A strange young disciple appeared, and his arrogant eyes focused on Han Yun.

Zijin guessed right. These people can't stand it!

Young and vigorous, who is willing to be suppressed by others!

"Thank you for reminding me, but there are rules in the arena first. Only one of them dies and the other can get out of the arena!"

The middle-aged man looked at Han Yun and said with a wry smile.

Now, he has figured it out.

Without corresponding ability, what if you go to xuantianzong?

"The rules of the arena?"

Han Yun's eyes showed a little chill.

He had no intention of breaking his face with the Colosseum, but Zijin calculated in every way. Unexpectedly, why should he care so much!

What about the rules?

He can't force anything Han Yun doesn't want to do!

"Fighting..."

"Wait..."

Before the sound fell, Han Yun suddenly agitated the war spirit and directly interrupted the sound. The power of terror echoed in the whole arena!

"What's going on?"

The faces of the people changed greatly.

"Number two, what do you mean?"

A figure appeared in the upper hand of the martial arts arena like lightning. It was the servant next to Zijin. He looked at Han Yun with cold eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Han Yun sneered and lifted his cloak.

"You have to ask, what does your master mean? Buy someone to kill me. Is that the rule of the martial arts arena?"

Han Yun looked at the old man with impressive momentum in his eyes.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The old man's face suddenly changed.

"Buy someone to kill him. What's going on? Isn't there a black curtain in the martial arts arena?"

"No wonder I lose every time. It turned out that there was a black curtain!"

"The person in charge comes out and gives me an explanation!"

……

Han Yun hasn't made a move yet. The whole audience is boiling in an instant.