Chapter 32

The Colosseum, for the purpose of fighting and animal fighting entertainment, coupled with the gambling industry, doesn't know how much money has been circled in Hancheng!

Almost all fighters in Hancheng will come to the Colosseum to spend!

The Colosseum is a treasury.

Such a Treasury is impossible without dark scenes, but these dark scenes must not spread to the ears of these audiences.

Once these people hear it, I'm afraid the first one will disagree.

On the audience stage, there was instant confusion.

Han Yun looked at Zijin and sneered. It would be so easy to calculate him!

"It's him!"

"Click!"

The exquisite jade cup in Han Feng's hand was directly crushed by Han Feng, and the fragrant tea in the cup spilled all over the ground.

"Brother Han Feng, are you..."

Xuan Chi had a little doubt in his eyes.

Han Yun opened his cloak, and the childish appearance surprised xuanchi slightly.

He is no more than seventeen!

I have such a talent at the age of 17. I will never be worse than the disciples on the list of the son of heaven in the future!

But even so, Han Feng should not have such a big reaction!

What about the disciples on the list of the son of heaven?

He ranks third in the list of the sons of heaven in the north. If it weren't for the pressure of two perverts in front, Han Feng would be the first genius in the North!

"What my father said is true!"

Han Feng took a deep breath, and the words of the Korean War sounded in Han Feng's ears.

Han Feng didn't believe it at first, but seeing the familiar face in the arena, Han Feng couldn't help twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Seven times in a row in the arena. Is this really the waste he knows?

Not only Han Feng, but also Xuanmu behind xuanchi, his body trembled. The person he dreamed of killing appeared in front of him.

And just now he

He's going to recruit him!

"If you kill him, you must kill him. Last time he was only a level 2 division. How long has it been since he was a level 4 division!"

The killing intention soared in Xuanmu's eyes.

The terrible killing intention immediately startled xuanchi nearby. Looking at the abnormal Han Feng and Xuanmu, xuanchi frowned slightly.

"Mu'er, who is he?"

Looking at Han Yun, Xuan Chi asked in a deep voice.

"He is Han Yun!"

Xuanmu's cold voice was hard to spit out from his mouth.

"What? He is Han Yun!"

Xuan Chi was slightly stunned, and then his face was gloomy.

He just wanted to recruit this person, but he was Han Yun!

"Brother Han Feng, don't tell me he's still a waste!"

Xuan Chi looked at Han Feng and said sarcastically.

Han Feng frowned when he heard this, and then stood up directly. A cold voice came out: "brother Xuan, to tell you the truth, I don't know he is Han Yun and the third prince. Excuse me today!"

Then Han Feng disappeared.

"Click!"

"Han Feng!"

Watching Han Feng leave, xuanchi's eyes are full of cold.

A disciple of the Han family, who created seven consecutive killings at the age of 17, wouldn't he not know!

"Brother, I don't think Han Feng sees my royal family at all. It's better to act on his own than looking for him!"

"Enough!"

Xuanchi looked at Han Yun and his eyes were getting colder and colder.

"Han Feng can not look at my royal family, but this person must die!"

The cold voice came out of xuanchi's mouth.

I'm afraid Han Yun doesn't even know, because Han Feng makes xuanchi kill himself.

In each compartment of the arena, the eyes began to change.

At the age of 17, he created seven consecutive killings. What a talent!

"Everybody, please take it easy!"

Just when the audience was in great confusion, Zijin suddenly stood up with a smile, agitated the war spirit, and the voice reached everyone's ears.

"Little field Master..."

The old man looked at Zijin and his face changed slightly.

"You go down and I'll deal with it here!"

Zijin looked at the old man indifferently, and then her eyes suddenly fell on Han Yun. A cold air passed through Zijin's eyes.

Han Yun, you are so unkind!

"Little field Master is coming!"

"Little host, please give us an explanation. What's going on!"

"Yes, please give us an explanation!"

……

All eyes fell on Zijin.

Looking at the crowd, Zijin smiled, then stepped forward and looked at the crowd: "it's my fault today. Today's admission fee is free. There are people who bet. No matter who wins, they can get a return of ten times the bet. I don't know how to deal with it like this. What do you think?"

Looking at the crowd, Zijin's eyes were full of a kind smile.

"This..."

Everyone was silent for a moment. The original crazy shouting suddenly became silent.

"Unexpectedly, less field leader spoke. We are willing to believe the Colosseum!"

"I believe it too!"

……

Situation, instant counter attack.

"Sure enough, it's a good means, rich and powerful, but it's different!"

Han Yun looked a little chilly. Zijin's was difficult to deal with, much more difficult than he thought.

"As for you!"

The terrible eyes, with a touch of cold, suddenly fell on Han Yun.

Han Yun's momentum was mentioned in an instant.

"Unexpectedly, you are not satisfied with the battle arranged by my Colosseum, so I'll arrange another one for you!"

Zijin looked at Han Yun, and the cold feeling in the corners of her mouth became stronger and stronger.

"Old man, go and bring number seven!"

"Number seven..."

The old man's face changed slightly, and then he looked at Han Yun with a little sympathy.

Number seven, that's the baby of the arena.

He was another strong man who got seven kills in a row in the arena. Originally, Zijin wanted to arrange an ordinary fight for No. 7 to complete his eight kills in a row, and then recruit him into the arena.

Unexpectedly, I met Han Yun.

Seven, we have to go ahead!

"Number seven!"

Han Yun said to himself. Looking at Zijin with a cold look, Han Yun's mind slowly raised it.

I'm afraid the next war will not be easy!

"Little field leader, wait a minute. According to the rules of the Colosseum, this little brother's opponent should be under!"

The middle-aged man opposite Han Yun suddenly stood up.

Han Yun gave a slight meal.

Zijin also hesitated slightly.

How charming he is to make this man willing to die for him!

"Uncle, why do you bother?"

Han Yun looked at the middle-aged man and smiled bitterly.

"Little brother, to tell you the truth, my son is almost as old as you. If my son can have one percent of your talent, I will be satisfied even if I die!"

"It's my fault this time. If it weren't for me, I wouldn't have put my little brother in such a situation. I've heard of it on the 7th. It's said that this man has been killed for seven times and is a level seven war division!"

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

"Thank you, uncle!"

Han Yun respectfully bowed his hand and saluted the middle-aged man.

Just and upright, this person is the real warrior!

"Little brother, I should have died this time. After my death, no matter whether my son can enter xuantianzong or not, please tell my son when I go out, so that he can stay away from the hustle and bustle of martial arts and find a place to live a good life!"

"Uncle!"

Han Yun was slightly surprised. When the middle-aged man spoke, he directly broke his pulse and committed suicide.

"Thank you, little brother!"

With a smile, the middle-aged man fell down slowly. His eyes seemed to see through something!