Looking at Han Ling Hua Luo in front of him, Ye Fan couldn't help but wonder, how long had it been since he last saw her? How did she become like this?
Suddenly, Ye Fan remembered that Xing Tian once said to himself that every time he saw Han Ling Hua Luo, Han Ling Hua Luo would wrap him up tightly.
A subtle spiritual energy flew out from Ye Fan's palm, followed the ground, and came to Han Ling Hua Luo's side.
After some exploration, Ye Fan showed a smile.
As he expected, the Han Ling Hua Luo in front of him was fake. It was just a clone formed by condensing spiritual power.
The powerful spiritual power centered on Ye Fan and spread out from Zhouyi.
Among the many evil monks wearing black robes, there was a thin figure.
Exuding the familiar aura of Ye Fan.
"To be honest with you, the little girl came today just to see the strength of your pavilion."
Standing in front of the evil monk, the fake Han Ling Hua Luo said with a sweet smile.
Ye Fan took out a mask from Najie and put it on his face.
This mask he got from a world before, can also be regarded as a magic weapon.
After putting on the mask, he walked to the front of everyone in Guangming Pavilion.
"Ye Fan! What are you doing standing here? Your status is not worthy of standing here."
A senior member of the Guangming Pavilion shouted harshly.
Ye Fan curled his lips and looked at the senior executive of Guangming Pavilion.
"Lord Dijiang, leave this matter to me. Who are you? It's your turn to discipline me!"
The senior officials of Guangming Pavilion obviously did not expect that Ye Fan would not give him face like this, but he could not break his face in front of everyone, so he could only break the silver teeth and swallow them.
After teaching the senior officials of Guangming Pavilion, Ye Fan faced the group of evil monks.
"You want to see the strength of my Guangming Pavilion, but you are not qualified enough to call Han Ling Hua Luo out!"
After hearing Ye Fan's words, Fake Hanling Hualuo and all the Guangming Pavilion monks behind her all changed their expressions.
"What nonsense are you talking about, young master? If I weren't Han Ling Hua Luo, why would I be standing here?"
But the fake Han Ling Hua Luo quickly adjusted and looked at Ye Fan with narrowed eyes.
"Young Master has great eyesight!"
Among the people from the evil faction, that petite figure walked out and took off his hood.
Suddenly, two identical faces appeared in front of everyone.
Han Ling Hua Luo snapped her fingers, and the fake Han Ling Hua Luo who had been clamoring in front of the battle turned into little auras and merged into her body.
"Since the young master has seen through it, I won't hide it anymore."
Han Ling Hua Luo took off her hood and looked at Ye Fan with a smile.
"I wonder if I am qualified now to see the strength of your pavilion?"
Han Ling Hua Luo looked at Ye Fan, the monk wearing a mask, giving her a very familiar feeling.
"If you could see the strength of Guangming Pavilion if you wanted to, wouldn't I be very embarrassed?"
Han Ling Hua Luo's face suddenly darkened. She looked at Mark and said coldly.
"I don't know what you want."
Ye Fan smiled softly.
"Since you are here and have not seen the strength of our Guangming Pavilion, leaving so easily is not our way of hospitality."
Han Ling Hua Luo's face turned even more ugly.
I saw Ye Fan continue to say.
"How about this. Let's send three people each to compete in three rounds. Win two out of three rounds. If we lose, we will let you go. But if you lose, then stay in this Guangming Pavilion."
