"Hahaha..."

The eighteen old men were smiling.

Then, he sat on the stone altar and no longer blocked Ye Fan's way.

In addition to those who possess the sect master's handwriting, Chumen's Treasure Pavilion can enter, and those who can defeat the eighteen elders who protect the pavilion can also enter.

Because there is nothing that can be stopped.

"Well, definitely." Ye Fan hugged his fists at them again, and then strode into Truman's Treasure Pavilion.

"Dragon Lord, wait for us."

Gaia, Owen and others also want to follow.

However, they were stopped by those old people.

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you allowed in?" Gaia and the others glared.

"Just let this little guy enter alone. If you want to enter, you can, either get the sect master's handwriting or defeat us." The old man guarding the pavilion said solemnly.

Gaia and the others shrank back at that time.

They didn't have Ye Fan's ability. Even at their peak, they didn't have the confidence to defeat these eighteen old monsters, not to mention they were still injured.

"Just wait for me outside."

"I'll go inside, pick out some healing herbs for you, and bring them back to you."

Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Oh well."

Gaia and the others had no other choice but to sit outside and wait for Ye Fan to come back.

Just like that, under the gaze of everyone, Ye Fan walked into the thousand-year-old pavilion in front of him.

For the first time, the Treasure Pavilion contains some priceless calligraphy, paintings, antiques and other rare treasures.

It’s true that several of the big animal heads from the Old Summer Palace that were lost in the hot summer are all collected here.

Any piece taken out would be enough to shock the world’s collectors.

But Ye Fan had no interest in these, so he entered the second level.
Chapter completed!