Han Ling Hua Luo looked at the monks in Guangming Pavilion opposite.
She brought a lot of people today, including many masters from the evil faction.
If he had won, how could a place like Guangming Pavilion, which was based on justice, not keep its promise and let him leave?
If he loses, it won't be difficult to break through with the monks standing behind him.
"Okay, then we have made an agreement, win two out of three games, don't go back on your word!"
Han Ling Hua Luo agreed to Ye Fan's request.
"No, if we let them leave, wouldn't it look like our Guangming Pavilion is not as powerful as the Evil Faction!"
A senior member of Guangming Pavilion refused.
Ye Fan turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Is it possible that this gentleman thinks that Guangming Pavilion is no match for the evil faction?"
The high-ranking member of Guangming Pavilion suddenly blushed.
"Don't talk nonsense, that's not what I meant!"
Ye Fan ignored these senior officials of Guangming Pavilion and turned to face Han Ling Hua Luo.
"This hall is not a place for martial arts competitions. Please come with me."
After that, he led a group of Wuyangyang people to the competition ground of Guangming Pavilion.
"I don't know, who does Miss Han Ling want to send out in the first game?"
Ye Fan looked at Han Ling's flowers falling, with a smile on his face.
Han Ling Hua Luo waved.
"General Gonggong, I'm sorry to trouble you about this competition!"
A man with blue skin walked out from behind Han Ling Hua Luo and took off the hood on his head.
He threw aside his cloak and walked to the competition stage with a fierce look on his face.
"Since I initiated this contest, I can't just sit here and watch. Let me take the lead in this first contest!"
Ye Fan flew to the competition stage.
Standing opposite Gonggong, who was tall and strong, he looked like a child.
Gonggong stretched out his hand, and a black giant ax appeared in his hand.
Ye Fan smiled, raised his hand, and a black iron sword appeared in front of him.
This black iron sword was what he and Di Jiang wanted. It was a magical weapon in Di Jiang's treasure house. Although it was not as spiritual as the Fire God Sword, it was still manageable to use.
"Boy, with your small body, you can't even take my axe!"
Gonggong laughed and said, and the evil monks watching the battle from a distance burst into laughter.
Even though he was laughed at in this way, Ye Fan was not annoyed, he still looked at Gonggong with a smile.
"Would you like to know if I can take your attack?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gonggong rushed up with the huge black ax in his hand.
"Since you said so, I, the general, won't be polite!"
The huge ax fell, causing a wave of air.
But after the giant ax came into contact with the black iron sword in Ye Fan's body, he could no longer get even half closer to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked at Gonggong with a smile.
"If your Excellency only has this little strength, it's not enough for me."
Listening to Ye Fan's words, Gonggong felt that his majesty had been challenged. He roared and rushed forward again.
Ye Fan did not use the Black Iron Sword to block him anymore, but instead dodged and avoided Gonggong's attack.
Spiritual energy circulated around him, and he flew forward and stepped on Gonggong's broad back.
Gonggong was very angry at this little flea scurrying around on his body.
But the place that Ye Fan stepped on was exactly the place that his arms could not reach.
"Get out of here!"
Gonggong roared angrily and wanted to shake Ye Fan off.