"Fellow Daoist Jing Shi Fang, why don't we have a friendly match as well?"
Gong Sun Sheng said with excitement, eager to have a go.
Seeing Gong Sun Sheng's gaze, Ye Rong knew that he couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly nodded.
At the same time, he secretly warned himself to be careful and even more careful when making a move, so as not to accidentally defeat his opponent with one blow again.
If something like that happened, there would be no chance to convince Gong Sun Long to come out.
With the lesson learned, Gong Sun Sheng certainly wouldn't be careless again. Waving his hand, he sent two splendid golden lights with thunderous accompanying roars.
"Hooray! This Gong Sun Sheng is finally not a weakling, he's much stronger than that guy just now!"
After carefully taking a few moves, Ye Rong came to this conclusion - of course, this carefulness was not to control his own strength, but for other reasons.
