Seeing Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue go to work hard, Ye Fan picked up "The Criminal Game" and started watching it.
Very leisurely.
If it were the Dragon Slaying Hall in Xia Kunlun's hand, Ye Fan might still be nervous.
But the Dragon Slaying Hall, which was infiltrated and dismantled by Zhan Jingfeng, was not in the eyes of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was able to deal with a group of gilded relatives and the chess pieces that penetrated in.
After turning over dozens of pages of books, he sat cross-legged and practiced his skills.
After absorbing Bruyuanfu last time, Ye Fan made a concerted effort to open up the Xuan Realm and headed towards the Earth Realm again.
This made Ye Fan very happy and very helpless.
He practiced martial arts for a year or two, and it was not as practical as a Bruyuanfu.
Ye Fan also believed that if he could attract more enemies like Bruyuanfu, he would definitely be able to enter the realm.
But Ye Fan also knew that Bruyuanfu was not allowed to find a power bank that made Sun Tears interested in it.
So before he found a nest of similar enemies, he still needed to take time to practice more.
This will make it easier to kill people or save lives.
So Ye Fan quickly practiced Tai Chi Sutra, Yingfeng Liu Bu and Shishi Killing Yijian...
At six o'clock in the evening, it was the time when the soldiers of the fourth camp of the Dragon Slaying Hall were full of wine and food.
The sky was gloomy and a cool and cold wind was blowing, with a sensation of "black clouds swaying the city to destroy".
When the headlights in the camp playground lit up, the long-lost horn sounded in a deep and low voice:
"Dou-Dou-Dou-"
Accompanied by the sound of the horn, Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue's hoarse roar like sand in the wind...
"Collection, collection..."
"All the Fourth Battalion gathered!"
The mixed roars sounded again, shocking countless birds in the jungle.
Not long after, the entire Dragon Slaying Camp suddenly became lively as if a monster was resurrected.
War soldiers ran out from each barracks.
It’s just that this kind of excitement gives people the feeling that it is not the solemnity that should be found in the battle camp.
Instead, there is a kind of chaos like a vegetable market.
Although there is the flashing of swords and guns and the loud footsteps, the laughter and noise are endless.
More than 3,000 people from the Fourth Battalion wore different clothes and walked out of their respective barracks casually.
They went to the training ground at the center of the battle camp without any haste.
They kept talking while walking.
"What are you doing? What are you doing together?"
"Aren't several war kings and war generals killed? I guess we were asked to go over and watch for three minutes of silence."
"What are you doing for so many rituals? It's not meaningful at all. It's best to have a stable situation now."
"That's right, the team is not easy to stand, and you will lose your life if you are not careful. It's better to just live a life of silence."
"There are so many things happening these days. Is that Xia Kunlun still alive?"
"He is really, he has been missing for three years, why did he come out for doing? He thought the current era belongs to him?"
"Worrying, that's the God of War in Xia Kingdom. He is disrespectful to him and is easily beheaded."
"Go, behead, do you think it was three years ago, do you think it was the Dragon Slaying Hall back then? Now the Fourth Camp is the place for retirement."
"That's right, those old soldiers are basically out of here, and the rest are us gilded young men. Who dares to kill our heads?"
"Damn! This wind is a bit weird. It's probably going to rain again tomorrow!"
Thousands of people dragged on and rushed for more than half an hour.
Under the thirty-two headlights, the training ground is as bright as daytime!
On the stage of the gathering team, many dragon-slaying soldiers stood proudly.
Ye Fan, who was standing in the middle, looked at the soldiers of the Dragon Slaying Palace coldly.
The tightly-clear sword of the country protected is brilliant in the light, showing its immense majesty.
The slender eyes burst out with light was colder and more fierce than the night wind that came from the wild.
Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue, with straight bodies, stood under the platform, their faces were as gloomy as the dark clouds in June, and their eyes were sharply scanning all parties.
When the time points to thirty-eight minutes, the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion who came from all directions gathered together.
Looking at this scene, Yang Xiyue felt dry mouth and tongue, and seemed to smell the blood of Li Wuzong and others in the head coach's camp.
This made her feel a little anxious and kept shouting at the team:
"Hurry up, hurry up, stand up, stand for me!"
Yang Xiyue was a little embarrassed by these soldiers.
But she also knew that the resistance of Qing Cang and other old ministers, Zhan Jingfeng could not smoothly clean up the Fourth Battalion.
Even if he bribed Xia Junding's leaders, his backbone would still be slanderous.
So he introduced his daughter to the young master to gilt under the banner of changing his blood, and squeezed away many backbones of the fourth camp.
In three years, the Fourth Battalion is about to become a nursing home. Not only is it low in combat effectiveness, but it is also very disobedient to discipline.
Zhan Jingfeng is a situation where he can’t get it.
In a series of roars, the Fourth Battalion formed two distinct queues.
On the left are eight hundred Qilin Camp soldiers, lined up neatly local formations, dressed in black clothes of the Dragon Slaying Hall.
They held spears with a solemn expression.
Under the condensed white light, it seemed like a huge unicorn, gradually taking shape there, breathing, showing white fangs.
They also showed a longing for killing and blood.
These eight hundred soldiers with distinctive armor and strict temperament.
Everyone's eyes reveal strength, strength and arrogance of despising everything.
Of course, they are fully qualified to be proud.
Because they are elite warriors of the Dragon Slaying Hall, they are all the military backings of the Dragon Slaying Hall.
Qilin Camp!
Ye Fan nodded slightly when he saw this lineup.
Although Qing Cang was stubborn, he still had some tricks to lead the troops!
The other three teams of combat soldiers were three times that of Qilin Camp.
But everyone's clothes and armor are not neat and scattered and disorderly.
Although the person stood there, he still kept talking and his weapons were also carried casually.
Compared with the stern and stern Qilin Camp, it is a world of difference.
A killing flashed across Ye Fan's face.
These people actually dared to speak loudly when they were gathering in a row. It seemed that they really regarded the Dragon Slaying Hall as a vegetable market.