Urban Madness

Han Ling Hualuo looked at the monks in the Guangming Pavilion opposite.

There are a lot of people she brought today, among them there are many masters of evil faction.

If he had won, how could a place like Guangming Pavilion where justice was similar to that would not keep his promise and let him leave.

If you lose, it is not difficult to break through with the monks standing behind you.

"Okay, then we are settled. Two wins in three games, you don't regret it!"

Han Ling Hualuo agreed to Ye Fan's request.

"No, if you let them go, wouldn't it appear that my Guangming Pavilion is not as strong as the evil faction!"

A high-level Guangming Pavilion opened his mouth and refused.

Ye Fan turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"Could it be that this lord thinks that my Guangming Pavilion is not an opponent of the evil faction?"

The high-ranking Guangming Pavilion blushed.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't mean that!"

Ye Fan stopped paying attention to the high-level officials of the Guangming Pavilion and turned to face Han Ling Hualu.

"This hall is not a place for martial arts, please follow me."

After all, he brought a group of Wuyangyang people to the competition arena of Guangming Pavilion.

"I don't know, who does Miss Han Ling want to send in the first game?"

Ye Fan looked at Hanling's flowers, with a smile on his lips.

Han Ling Hualuo beckoned.

"General Gonggong, this competition will trouble you!"

A man with blue skin walked out from behind Han Ling Hualuo and took off the hood on his head.

He threw his cloak aside, and walked to the competition stage with a fierce look.

"Since this match is played by me, I don't have to sit here and watch it. Let me take the lead in this first match!"

Ye Fanfei came to the competition stage.

Standing opposite the tall and sturdy Gonggong, he was like a child.

As soon as Gonggong stretched out his hand, a huge black axe appeared in his hand.

Ye Fan smiled, and when he raised his hand, a mysterious iron sword appeared in front of him.

This mysterious iron sword was brought by him and Dijiang. It was the same magic weapon in the treasure house of Dijiang. Although it was not as spiritual as the Fire God Sword, it was barely handy.

"Boy, you have a small body, don't even catch me!"

Gong Gong laughed, and the evil monks who watched the battle in the distance laughed.

Even though he was ridiculed in this way, Ye Fan was not annoyed, he still looked at Gonggong with a smile.

"Can I take your attack? Try it and you'll know?"

As soon as he finished saying this, Gong Gong dragged the huge black axe in his hand and rushed up.

"Since you have said so, the general is not welcome!"

The huge axe fell, causing a wave of air.

But after the giant axe came into contact with Ye Fanzhong's profound iron sword, he couldn't get closer to Ye Fan anymore.

Ye Fan looked at Gonggong with a smile.

"If your Excellency only has this strength, it's not enough for me to see."

Listening to Ye Fan's words, Gong Gong felt that his majesty had been provoked, and he roared and rushed up again.

Ye Fan didn't use the profound iron sword to block it anymore, but dodged, avoiding Gonggong's attack.

Aura revolved around him, and he flew up and stepped on Gonggong's broad back.

Gong Gong was very angry at the little flea that was running around on him.

But the place Ye Fan stepped on was exactly the place his arm couldn't reach.

"Get me down!"

The co-worker roared, trying to shake Ye Fan off his body.