Chapter 843: : Coercion

The gate of the Promise War Hall was opened again, and Elder Huang walked into the hall with two Deacon deacons.
Elder Huang's turbid old eyes glanced at everyone, and he was relieved to see that no one was seriously injured.
"Now the people who should be here have arrived, and you will also enter the real battle hall to improve your strength." Elder Huang said to everyone.
It is said that everyone is cheering up.
Before Elder Huang walked to the other hall door, the hall door had never been opened. It seemed that it was an important place in it, and it would not be easy for people to step in.
"After this door, it is the place you will enter next. As for what is inside, you will naturally know after you enter it. I am inconvenient to say more." Elder Huang said, even pressing a hand on the hall door Above.
I saw a light shining out of the temple gate, making a clever turning sound.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the temple was rumbling open.
The crowd immediately looked inside, but the inside was black, and they could not see anything at all. It seemed to be surrounded by a pattern, blocking everyone's sight.
"Go in, this is a discipline for you. Whether you can persevere depends on yourself." Elder Huang said.
Long Zhiming stood up first and led the Dragon family into the dark hall.
Immediately afterwards, other people stepped into it one after another.
The three of Fang Lin also went in, crossed the hall gate, and it suddenly turned on.
The empty hall, with only two rows of magnificent pillars erected, nothing else.
Everyone stood in the hall and could hear echoes when they talked, but because they didn't know where it was, all seemed very cautious and no one dared to act rashly.
With a bang, the door of the hall was closed, but Elder Huang's voice sounded abruptly: "This hall will temper the body of Er and others. If you can't hold on, you can walk to the golden pillar."
As soon as the words fell, I didn't wait for everyone to react, but there was a great coercion directly on everyone.
Some people were caught off guard, and the whole person was almost crushed to the ground.
However, there were all those who were able to break into the top 10,000 in the Tianjiao list. None of them were weak, and they were now stable.
The coercion continued to fall, like a heavy hammer with a shank, constantly striking on everyone's body.
This is the most direct tempering of the flesh and a test for everyone.
The longer it can be, the more benefits it will receive.
Fang Lin stood in the field, watching everyone's faces more or less dignified, but he was very relaxed and did not feel any pressure.
Du Gu Nian and Mo Yun are not as strong as Fang Lin's body. Both of them are frowning. Although they can still bear it temporarily, if this coercion continues to increase, they may not be able to hold on for long.
In addition to Fang Lin, there were a few other people in the field who showed a relaxed face, that the Dragon knew one, and there were two others in the Dragon family, which seemed very calm.
There are also a few others, all of whom are master figures in the field, with extraordinary strength.
Of course, the most relaxed person is Long Zhiming.
As the strongest person present, Long Zhiming stood in the center of the hall, calmly, as if he did not feel the pressure that permeated the whole hall.
The dragon family beside him is far inferior to him.
Fang Lin glanced at Long Zhiming, who seemed to feel something, but also looked at Fang Lin.
However, they just glanced at each other, and then each took their eyes away because they felt a lot of coercion.
The coercion is indeed constantly improving, and some of the weaker warriors present at the scene suddenly showed pain.
Elder Huang and several deacons of the Promise War Hall stood outside, talking casually with each other.
"With the strength of these people, it should be no problem to stick to the end." A deacon said casually.
Another deacon interface said: "That's nature. The young people of the Dragon family are extraordinary in strength, especially Long Zhiming. Naturally, they can stick to the end."
Elder Huang said lightly: "In the eyes of the old man, it is certain that Long Zhiming persists to the end. Who else do you think is optimistic about everyone other than him?"
This problem actually stumped several other deacons. After all, among these people who came to the Promise Hall of War this time, apart from Long Zhiming's excellence, the others were really not enough.
"Ling's kid, I think it's good." A deacon said, naturally speaking to Ling Zhongri.
"Zhu Tianchuan's strength is not weak, maybe he can stick to the end."
"That Mu Fanzi might be fine."
Several deacons have expressed their views one after another, but no one mentioned Fang Lin.
It seems that he deliberately did not mention this person. Elder Huang waited until everyone had finished speaking before saying: "Do you think that Fang Lin will not last?"
Several deacons looked at each other, and one of them hesitated and said, "Fang Lin's state is still too low after all."
"But his strength ~EbookFREE.me~ is better than most people in it, and he can catch the fist of Long Zhiming." Elder Huang said.
Several deacons smiled embarrassingly, but they didn't say much.
At this moment, in that hall, the coercion is getting stronger and stronger, and it is rising almost all the time.
This is suffering for everyone in the hall. After all, they are alchemists, and they are not good at the physical body. At this moment, they have encountered such hardships, and they are suffering one by one.
But no matter how hard it is, you still have to persevere. This is the tempering of the Promise Hall of War, and supporting the past is good for yourself.
"Huh?" Fang Lin suddenly noticed Du Gu Nian beside him, which seemed a little unusual.
I saw Du Gu Nian's body, radiating a soft white light, invisible for Du Gu Nian to resolve the pressure in this hall.
Du Gu Nian didn't notice his own changes, and in the field, it seemed that only Fang Lin could see the faint white light diffused from Du Gu Nian.
"This is..." Fang Lin's eyes narrowed, and from this white light, Fang Lin felt the breath of his mother Bai Qingxue.
"What are you looking at me for?" Du Gu Nian asked Fang Lin to keep staring at herself.
Fang Lin smiled: "It's nothing, you look good."
Du Gu thought it, and froze for a moment, then hummed and ignored Fang Lin.
Looking at Mo Yun again, it has been extremely difficult to persevere, his forehead is covered with cold sweat, and his limbs are shaking.
After all, Mo Yun's state is too low, and his body is very general. It has been very difficult to be able to persist until now.
When Fang Lin saw it, he knew how long Mo Yun had been unable to persist, and here he couldn't help him.
"No! I can't take it anymore!" Finally, a young man couldn't support it, and he staggered to the side of Jin Zhu. The pressure suddenly disappeared, and he took a long breath.