In the stands near the gladiatorial arena, many pairs of eyes suddenly spotted Ye Fan and the others, and they all stared at them closely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These two people who appeared out of nowhere made the audience look extremely surprised. Who are they, and why are they dressed so strangely?

At this moment, more and more spectators noticed the strangeness in the venue, the fanatical shouts quickly fell silent, a pair of eyes were in disbelief, many noble ladies covered their small mouths with fans, and the generals stood up, their eyes showing strong vigilance and hostility.

This is not an illusion, such a scene immediately reminded Ye Fan of Jurassic Island, that prehistoric world, far more shocking and desperate than here.

What brought him to the Colosseum of ancient Rome more than a thousand years ago?

The right hand of the head of the Jewish Assassination Corps! That's a fragment! Fragment of space!

In just a few seconds, Ye Fan, who was thoughtful and unfazed, had already run through all this and captured the key points, which was almost impossible for ordinary people to do!

If he hadn't personally experienced the Jurassic world hundreds of millions of years ago, he would have been frightened by the scene in front of him, thinking that he was in a fantasy.

"Huh-" The roar of the earth-shattering lion behind him drew his gaze to the gladiatorial arena.

Qin Qiaoqing, Lu Qingyu, Luo Xiaogang, and Joan of Arc were also transformed by time and space, and moved to this era, this space!

Yes, the scope of influence of the space-time fragment is by no means limited to the palm-sized place, and the entire gladiatorial arena is probably shrouded in it.

But at the moment, their situation is very bad, and before they can tell whether the surroundings are dreams or hallucinations, a golden male lion has been released from the cage!

Originally, the lion's opponents were two bare-handed gladiators, but now in front of the gladiators, there were four more substitutes who appeared inexplicably.

When the lion came out of the cage, tens of thousands of spectators on the stage clenched their fists, waved their arms and roared, and fell into a frenzy again!

No matter how those people came out, as long as you can see the scenes of bloody battles and human-beast battles, for the savage ancient Romans, it was enough!

This is the 10th century AD, an era of ignorance and primitiveness, bloodshed and conquest, and the Colosseum of ancient Rome was born for the promotion of brutal force.

Ye Fan looked back, grabbed the head of the assassination group, and teleported to the center of the field.

There was an exclamation from the stands!

Is this still human?

The male lion seemed to have a premonition of the existence of a crisis, hesitated, lowered his head and roared, even if Ye Fan did not deliberately release the coercion, the powerful aura also made the lion aware of the extreme danger.

"Teacher Ye, what's going on? Is this an illusion?" Looking around at the crowd of spectators and shouts around him, Qin Qiaoqing panicked, if this is not an illusion, this is the gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome!

This immersive feeling is incomparably shocking and incomparably real for her, and she can't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

Luo Xiaogang let go of his hands holding his head, just now he was still afraid of the bows and crossbows that were shot, but when he saw this scene at this moment, his eyes rolled and he lay directly on the ground.

"God, we're back in ancient Rome!" Joan of Arc folded her hands in front of her chest, muttering prayers in disbelief.

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