Xiaogui and Xiaobai were regulating their breathing on one side of the ring to heal their injuries. Lin Yi carried his hands on his back and faced more than 30 saints. At this time, three stars above his head increased again, from the original fifty-six to fifty-nine.

Lin Yi didn't care about this at all. He looked at the more than 30 saints opposite him and asked expressionlessly: "I have fought in the first battle of the eighth arena. Who else is there? Want to fight with me?"

The audience was silent.

"My God! Lin Yi is going to challenge more than 30 saints alone? Is he crazy?" someone muttered in a low voice.

"Hehe, it's probably because of the victory of the battles and causing Lin Yi to get angry. He thought that all saints were cabbages? One person had to pick a basket?" Someone said sarcastically.

"Hmph! I don't like Lin Yi's arrogant appearance the most? Who do he think he is? He just made it to the Tianlang Battle List, just a saint in the fourth level of the holy realm, not even a holy king. What qualifications does he have to be so arrogant and domineering?" Someone said angrily.

"No, Lin Yi's current cultivation level is the fifth level of the holy realm! After defeating the Blood Bird Saint, he actually broke through the first level of the sky quietly!" someone exclaimed.

It was not until this time that everyone was shocked to discover that Lin Yishen had broken through a level of holy realm without knowing it.

The vulgar dragon laughed wildly and said, "What's this? As long as my elder brother is willing to break through the Holy King, the Holy Emperor, and even the Quasi-Emperor, it's not a matter of every minute to prove the Emperor?"

Xiao Fang nodded cutely from the side: "No, it's good, a child can teach you."

As a result, the two guys rolled their eyes again.

On the ring.

The situation of more than thirty saints is very embarrassing.

They either fight or retreat on the opposite side of Lin Yi.

But even though he knew he would be defeated, he would be ruined once he went to fight, the Blood Bird Saint, the Demon Saint Xiao Kuang, and the Bada Shanren were the best examples.

Since Lin Yi stepped onto the arena, the only saint who escaped was the demon saint Tiege.

But after Tiege was defeated by Lin Yi, he heard Lin Yi's voice of the great way and felt it. He was considered half of Lin Yi's disciple, so Lin Yi did not kill him.

There were more than 30 saints present, but no one wanted to be a disciple of Lin Yi.

"Lin Yi! Don't bully people too much!"

An old saint with white hair and beard hid behind the crowd, blew his beard and stared at Lin Yi and shouted: "We have thirty-three saints here. So many of us join forces to kill you, and there will be no scum left!"

Lin Yi glanced at the white-haired saint with contempt, wrapped his hands around his chest, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "So what if you bully people too much? I have the will of putting a horse over and fighting with me."

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

"Unreasonable!"

"So arrogant!"

More than thirty saints were all so angry that they looked at Lin Yi, but none of them stepped forward.

Lin Yi suddenly turned around and laughed, "I will give you the last chance. I will count three times. Those who stay on the stage are all my opponents. I believe you already know my fighting style very well. Now I start counting... one..."

"Damn it! Lin Yi despises us so much, we all join forces and rush forward to kill him!"

"Yes, I was so angry that I was so angry. What did he treat us as? How could we be so scared? Joining forces together will definitely kill him."

"……two……"

"Why are you still standing there? Let's go together!"

"Yes, let's take action together and kill Lin Yi, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate my hatred."

At this time, the more than thirty saints on the ring were like ants on a hot pan, and they were so anxious that they were spinning around.

Some saints rushed up to kill Lin Yi, while others yelled that they had to make a complete plan as soon as possible. Some saints wanted to kill Lin Yi and were afraid that they would be injured...

"……three!"

Lin Yi turned around suddenly.

More than thirty saints were so scared that they all jumped out of the ring.

These saints were like ducks jumping into the water in a mess. Some saints jumped down the ring, some saints flew straight away, some saints flew in the air and cursed Lin Yi, while others were so scared that their calves were trembling, and they were hanging in the air without pulling their pants.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

All the audience was amused.

"Hahaha... I'm so laughing to death. I didn't expect that the saints were afraid of death."

"A saint is also a human being. Although he is extraordinary and saint, he is also afraid of death."

"I really didn't expect that Lin Yi called three numbers, and all the thirty-three saints fled without fighting and jumped off the ring together. Such a grand occasion is really a feast for the eyes. It is rare in ancient and modern times, and rare in ancient and modern times!"

"This scene will surely be recorded in history and will be left to future generations to admire. Hehe, as long as Lin Yi does not die in this battle of the Tianlang battle, his reputation will be at its peak, and those saints who escape from the arena are afraid that their descendants will be shamed by them."

The audience was very happy.

On the ninth arena, more than a dozen veteran saints are so angry that they beat their chests and stamp their feet.

"A bunch of shameless things! The faces of our saints in Sirius Realm were all lost by them." The saints of the Tianguang tribe looked down at the audience, looked at the saints who were running away, and shouted angrily.

"Hmph! More than thirty saints were actually frightened by a little boy who had not even grown hair and fled without fighting. It was a huge joke." The saint of Lihuo clan said gritting his teeth.

"If there was a saint from our Light Clan among them, this would not have happened." A saint from the Light Clan said with great superiority.

"In the next battle, Lin Yi will face us. We must kill Lin Yi to eliminate the hatred in our hearts!" The saint of the Tianguang clan reminded you with a gloomy face.

"That's right, everyone is full of energy. If anyone wants to quit, they can leave now. We will not force others to do anything." The saint of Lihuo clan looked around and said.

None of the twelve saints from all races withdrew.

"Hahaha... Very good! Many years later, the Sirius Realm will definitely remember us, the 'Twelve Saints of the Ninth Arena', and work together to kill Lin Yi, this villain! The name of the twelve of ours will be remembered forever." The saint of the Tianguang Clan shouted loudly and excitedly.

"Okay, what a twelve sage in the ninth arena, I'm just waiting!" The saint of Lihuo clan echoed loudly.

In an instant.

The twelve saints all seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and became energetic and high-spirited, and vowed to join forces to kill Lin Yi.

On the eighth arena.

Three numbers scared away a group of saints, which was just a slight effort for Lin Yi.

If those guys really don't leave, Lin Yi will definitely kill them all one by one, just taking some time.

Now, Lin Yi is most concerned about the injuries of Xiaobai and Xiaogui.

At this time, Xiaobai and Xiaogui woke up one after another while regulating their breathing.

After swallowing the top holy pill, he meditated and adjusted his breathing for a while, and the injuries on the two little guys had recovered.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: Nine Heavens Divine Emperor:
Chapter completed!