Chapter 39: Life and death ring, **** feast

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The spiral staircase to the bottom cabin was a bit dark and dull, and Su Fan could only hear the sound of shoes rubbing against the iron sheet.
Su Fan and Su Fan walked all the way down the spiral staircase for more than a minute. When they completely touched the floor of the bottom deck, their sights finally widened.
Su Fan took a look and found that the structure of the entire bilge was very peculiar. In the center of the wide bilge, a metal circular high platform with a radius of nearly 100 meters and a height of 20 to 30 meters was erected. The entire hopper was centered on the high platform. The shape of a cylinder.
Su Fan looked up subconsciously, and found that the upper part of the bottom compartment was actually blocked by a piece of transparent glass. This kind of glass is definitely not ordinary, because he saw that there are many powerful monks stepping on that piece of glass at this time. , Talking and laughing, pointing to the direction of the bottom cabin and pointing something.
"Hey, don't the two people in front of you stand in the way? Are you blocking the way and the others can't go?" Su Fan suddenly heard a thunderous voice behind him.
As soon as Su Fan turned around, he found that a group of monks had come down at the back. These people were obviously all together. The one who walked in the front and shouted at him was a big fat man with a full face.
"Dahli, I have told you hundreds of times. Speak slowly and be polite, why don't you always listen?" A lazy voice emerged from this group of people, one in a blue scholar robe , The young man with a folding fan in his hand walked up with a smile.
Seeing this young man, Su Fan couldn't help but shrink his eyes, and the small map couldn't show the young man's rank!
Su Fan quickly pulled Su You to the side with caution, staring at the young man alertly, and said in a deep voice, "You can pass."
"Thank you, Xiongtai!" The young man thanked him, his eyes flashed with an imperceptible light.
Then the young man took a folding fan in his hand and patted Dali’s head: "Seeing that there is no Dali, treat others with politeness like me. People will sell us face. Don’t think about solving problems with savage methods all day long. Is it?"
"Yes, boss!" Shrinking his neck vigorously, said with some fear.
"Shut up! What do you call the boss? How come I can't learn it after teaching it for a long time?" The young man said angrily, and slapped the folding fan in his hand.
"Yes, yes, son, son!" He nodded vigorously, for fear of being beaten again.
"That's right, just let me go!" The young man nodded and smiled satisfied.
"Yes! Young Master!" All the monks who followed him answered.
"Xiongtai, I think you and I may be destined, you can come and chat with me when you have time." As he passed by Su Fan, the young man smiled politely at Su Fan and said in a kind tone.
But when the words were finished, the young man realized that Su Fan was not answering him, and he was still staring at himself with alert eyes, making him speechless.
"Boy! I'm old...My son admires you, why don't you give face so much!" The fat man named Dali suddenly angered when Su Fan was silent.
"Strongly, shut up!" The young man rebuked, "Maybe it's just that this Xiongtai is a bit withdrawn and uncomfortable. If you are so rude, don't blame me for asking for a monk!"
"It's the son... Dali knows his mistake... Please forgive me." Dali heard the words "Please be a monk", and was scared into a cold sweat, and quickly bowed his head begging for mercy.
"Brother Tai, made you laugh, goodbye!" The young man showed an apologetic smile to Su Fan and left.
Seeing these cultivators leave, Su Fan sighed and relaxed.
"Fan'er, the person just now is not easy!" Su Youling, who had rarely spoken at this time, said abruptly.
"Oh? Father, when did you have such a vision?"
Su Fan was startled slightly, Su You always felt that he had no abilities, a very ordinary and good old man.
"Fan'er, although I can't see through the strength of that person, I can tell from the words and deeds of him and his subordinates that his appearance is absolutely disguised. Be careful, Fan'er, this person is not a good person!" Su You Shaking his head, he said earnestly.
Just as the two people were talking, Su Fan felt a slight vibration in the bottom chamber, and his whole body seemed to lose balance for a moment.
At this moment, the huge piece of glass above suddenly burst into light, and a figure slowly descended from the light.
When the man stood on the round high platform, the huge glass returned to its former appearance.
"Haha! Welcome all the guests to take this Shenbao Pavilion's No. 6 Celestial Soul Boat. I am the person in charge of the Shenbao Pavilion hosting the arena battle. My name is Shen. You can call me Deacon Shen!" The man looked around. Said loudly with a smile.
"Roar!"
Hundreds of bronze medal status monks around the round table all shouted, and countless terrifying murderous auras spread throughout the space.
Feeling the killing intent emanating from the surrounding monks, Su Fan and Su You looked at each other at the same time, and they felt that something was wrong.
"Father, the guard at the gate of the camp, there must be something deliberately missed and didn't tell us!" Su Fan said with a staring glance.
"Fan'er, how about we return to the camp!" Su You said worriedly.
"It seems it's too late. There was a brief tremor in the bottom deck just now, and the soul boat may have taken off! We can only watch it change now." Su Fan said calmly.
Observing the frenzied postures of the surrounding monks, Su Fan suddenly discovered that most of the people present seemed to have one thing in common, that is, the whole body was filled with terrible blood.
These people are actually cruel and murderous murderers!
At this moment, the Deacon Shen on the high platform laughed: "Well, everyone is very motivated! Then I won't talk any more nonsense. There are just four hundred bronze monks who participated in the blood fight this time! Everyone! Give me all your ID cards, and I will draw lots to select your opponents."
"There are only two rules. First, all four hundred people are divided into one hundred teams, and every four people fight in groups of two, until the last one surviving gets a one-way bedroom! Second, the sect disciple can choose by himself Own opponent!"
After talking about the rules, Deacon Shen smiled, and shouted with a sullen face: "Let us start this feast!"
"Roar!"
In an instant, countless ferocious monks roared with excitement, and the turbulent murderous aura was detonated to the limit at this moment!
"Now! Please give me your ID cards!" Deacon Shen said.
As soon as the voice fell, dozens of cultivators who could not bear it quickly climbed onto the high platform and took out the identity card in their hands, for fear that the queen mother would be delayed in playing time.
"Fan'er, I'm sorry, I hurt you for my father!"
Su You's eyes flashed with fear and regret.
He thought that he would be able to sit back and relax on board the soul boat, but he didn't expect to be so burdened that his son would face such a terrifying test of life and death with him. He had known it would be so, so he would rather walk with Su Fan in the Rainbow Mountains for a few more months.
"Father don't have to blame himself, I believe that the gods will protect his most faithful servants, and we will be fine!"
Su Fan comforted Su You, since things could no longer be reversed, he could only pin his hopes on the he believed in.