Urban Madness

Seeing the Han Ling flowers falling in front of him, Ye Fan couldn't help but wonder, how long hadn't seen her, and how did she become like this?

Suddenly, Ye Fan remembered that Xing Tian had said to himself that every time he saw Hanling's flowers, Hanling's flowers wrapped himself tightly.

A subtle aura flew out of Ye Fan's palm, followed the ground, and reached Han Ling Hualuo's side.

After some probing, Ye Fan showed a smile.

As expected, the Han Ling flower in front of him was fake, it was just a clone formed with spiritual power.

The powerful mental power centered on Ye Fan and spread out to Zi Zhouyi.

Among the many evil monks wearing black robes, there was a thin figure.

Exuding the familiar breath of Ye Fan.

"You are not to be concealed, the little girl came today just to see the strength of your pavilion."

Standing in front of the evil cultivator, the fake Han Ling said with a smile.

Ye Fan took out a mask from Najie and buttoned it on his face.

This mask was obtained from a world before, and it can also be regarded as a magic weapon.

After putting on the mask, he walked to the forefront of the Guangming Pavilion.

"Ye Fan! What are you doing here? As you are, you don't deserve to stand here."

A senior Guangming Pavilion sternly scolded.

Ye Fan curled his lips and looked at the high-level Guangming Pavilion.

"Master Dijiang, give me the full power of this matter, what kind of green onion are you: it's your turn to discipline me!"

The Guangming Pavilion high-level obviously did not expect that Ye Fan would not give him face like this, but it was not easy to tear his face in front of everyone, so he could only smash the silver teeth and swallow in his belly.

After teaching the senior officials of Guangming Pavilion, Ye Fan faced the evil cultivators.

"If you want to see the strength of my Guangming Pavilion, you are not enough for that qualification, call out Han Ling Hualuo!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Fake Hanling Hualuo and the cultivators of Guangming Pavilion all changed their faces.

"This son, what nonsense are you talking about? If I'm not Hanling Hualuo, why would I stand here?"

But the fake Hanling Hualuo quickly adjusted it, squinting at Ye Fan.

"My son has good eyesight!"

Among the evil faction, the petite figure walked out and took off his hood.

For a while, two identical faces appeared in front of everyone.

Han Ling Hualuo snapped his fingers, and the fake Hanling Hualuo that had been clamoring in front of the formation before turned into a little bit of aura and merged into her body.

"Since the son has seen it through, then I will not hide it."

Han Ling Hualuo took off his hood and looked at Ye Fan with a smile.

"I don't know if I am qualified now to see the strength of your pavilion?"

Han Ling Hualuo looked at Ye Fan, this masked monk, giving her a very familiar feeling.

"The strength of the Guangming Pavilion, if you want to see it, you can see it. Am I very shameless?"

Han Ling Hualuo's face turned black at once, she looked at Ye Fan and said coldly.

"I don't know, what do you want."

Ye Fan smiled softly.

"Since you are here, without seeing the strength of our Guangming Pavilion, leaving so easily is not our way of hospitality."

Han Ling Hualuo's face was even more ugly.

I saw Ye Fan continue to say.

"Why don't we send three people each to compete in three rounds and win three rounds. If we lose, we will let you go, but if you lose, then stay in the Guangming Pavilion."