Watching Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue go about their business, Ye Fan picked up "Criminal Game" and started reading it again.
Very leisurely.
If it were the Dragon Slaying Palace in Xia Kunlun's hands, Ye Fan might still be nervous.
However, the Dragon Slaying Hall, which was infiltrated and dismantled by Zhan Jingfeng, was not in Ye Fan's eyes at all.
Ye Fan was able to deal with a group of connections who came to gild, as well as the chess pieces from all parties that had infiltrated.
After flipping through dozens of pages of the book, he sat up cross-legged and practiced the exercises.
After absorbing Bru Yuanfu last time, Ye Fan opened up the Xuan Realm in one go and headed towards the Earth Realm again.
This made Ye Fan happy but also very helpless.
He has practiced martial arts hard for a year and a half, but it is not as practical as a Bru Yuanfu.
Ye Fan also believes that if he absorbs a few more enemies like Bru Yuanfu, he will definitely be able to advance to the underground realm.
But Ye Fan also knew that a power bank like Bu Yuanfu that interested Taiyang Tears was hard to come by.
So before he found a group of similar enemies, he still needed to take time to practice more.
This will make it easier to kill someone or save your life.
So Ye Fan quickly practiced Tai Chi Sutra, Windward Willow Step and Instant Kill Sword...
At six o'clock in the evening, it was the time when the soldiers of the fourth battalion of Tulong Hall had had their fill of wine and food.
The sky was gloomy, with a cold wind blowing, and there was a strong trend of "black clouds pressing down on the city and threatening to destroy it".
When the headlights on the camp playground lit up with a bang, the long-lost horn sounded loudly and deeply:
"Du-du-du-"
Accompanied by the sound of the horns, Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue's hoarse roars were as hoarse as sand in the wind...
"Gather, gather..."
"All four battalions gather!"
The roar mixed with the horn sounded again, startling countless birds in the jungle to fly away.
Not long after, the entire Dragon Slaying Camp suddenly became lively, as if a monster had been resurrected.
Soldiers ran out from every barracks.
It's just that this kind of excitement doesn't give people the feeling of solemnity that should be expected in a war camp.
Instead, it was a kind of chaos like a wet market.
Although there was the flash of cold light from swords and guns, and the loud sound of footsteps, laughter and noises could not be heard without interruption.
More than 3,000 people from the fourth battalion, wearing different styles of clothes, casually walked out of their respective barracks.
They walked slowly towards the training ground in the center of the camp.
They kept chattering as they walked.
"What are you doing? What are you gathering for?"
"Weren't several war kings and generals killed in the explosion? We should probably be asked to go over and observe three minutes of silence."
"Why are there so many rituals? It's meaningless at all. It's best for the situation to be peaceful now."
"It's just that it's hard to stand in line. If you're not careful, you'll lose your life. It's better to wait for death."
"With so many things going on these days, is that Xia Kunlun still alive?"
"Really, he has been missing for three years and why does he show up here? He still thinks that this era belongs to him?"
"Keep your voice down, that is the God of War of the Xia Kingdom. If you disrespect him, you will be easily beheaded."
"Go, behead. Do you think it was three years ago? Do you think it was still the Dragon Slaying Hall back then? Now the fourth camp is a place of retirement."
"That's right, those veteran soldiers have basically gone away, and the rest are us gold-plated young men. Who dares to kill our heads?"
"Damn! This wind is blowing a lot. It's probably going to rain again tomorrow!"
Thousands of people were dragging their feet, and the emergency assembly took more than half an hour.
Under the illumination of thirty-two headlights, the training ground is as bright as day!
On the general platform in the center of the assembled team, many dragon-slaying soldiers stood proudly.
Ye Fan, standing in the middle, glanced coldly at the soldiers of the Dragon Slaying Hall.
The tightly held sword to protect the country shone brightly in the light, showing its incomparable majesty.
The light shining out of those slender eyes was colder and sharper than the night wind blowing from the wild.
Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue, who had upright bodies, stood under the high platform, their faces as gloomy as dark clouds in June, and their eyes scanned all directions sharply.
When the time reached thirty-eight minutes, the four battalions of soldiers from all directions gathered together.
Looking at this scene, Yang Xiyue felt her mouth go dry, and she seemed to smell the blood of Li Wuxing and others from the coach's camp.
This made her feel a little anxious, and she kept yelling at the team:
"Hurry up, hurry up, stand still, stand still for me!"
Yang Xiyue somewhat hated these soldiers.
But she also knew that Zhan Jingfeng would not be able to clean the fourth camp smoothly due to the resistance of Qing Cang and other veterans.
Even if they bribed leaders like Xia Wending, the backbone of their subordinates would still work in secret.
So under the guise of replacing the blood, he brought in the rich man to do the gold plating, and squeezed out many of the backbones of the Fourth Battalion.
After three years, the Fourth Battalion is about to become a nursing home. Not only is its combat effectiveness low, it is also very disobedient to discipline.
Zhan Jingfeng is in a situation where he will be destroyed if he can't get it.
In a series of roars, the four battalions formed two distinct formations.
On the left are eight hundred soldiers of the Qilin Battalion, lined up in a neat local formation, wearing all the black uniforms of the Dragon Slaughter Hall.
They held their spears solemnly.
Under the condensed white light, it looked like a huge unicorn, gradually taking shape there, panting, and showing its white fangs.
They also showed a desire for killing and blood in their eyes.
These eight hundred soldiers were well-dressed and stern-looking.
Everyone's eyes reveal vigor, strength and arrogance that defies all.
Of course, they have every right to be proud.
Because they are the elite warriors of the Dragon Slaughter Hall, they are the military backing of the Dragon Slaughter Hall.
Qilin Camp!
Ye Fan nodded slightly when he saw this lineup.
Although Qingcang is stubborn, he is still good at leading troops!
The number of soldiers in the other three groups was three times that of the Qilin Battalion.
But everyone's clothes were disheveled and in disarray.
Although the man was standing there, he was still chattering non-stop, and his weapon was held casually.
Compared to the chilly Qilin Camp, it was a world of difference.
A look of killing flashed across Ye Fan's face.
These people actually dared to make noises and talk while they were lining up to gather. It seemed that they really treated the Slaughter Dragon Hall as a vegetable market.
"Don't move! Don't move! Don't move! Stand still!"
Seeing such a mob in the fourth camp, Yang Xiyue couldn't help but shouted:
"Don't blame me for being ruthless if you don't obey orders again."
Under her violent threats and the reprimands of the guards, the training ground gradually became quiet.
But each of them still showed a look of disapproval.
Ye Fan stood up!
He leaned forward slightly and pointed at the people under the high platform like a sword:
"I am Xia Kunlun, I am the master of the Dragon Slaying Hall, and I am back!"
"I don't care if you still recognize me or not, and I don't care what force is behind you. I just want to tell you now."
"From this moment on, I can only have one voice in the Dragon Slaying Hall!"
"Everyone must obey orders and prohibitions and must obey them unconditionally, otherwise I will raise my knife and kill him."
"Don't think Xia Kunlun is threatening you. The people I have killed are more than the food you have eaten."
After the words fell, the gate of the camp opened, and a pair of coffins were placed up like water.
It was completely dark, with a suffocating aura.
Yang Xiyue's breathing became rapid, and she felt an unspeakable danger.
Ye Fan's voice swept the entire audience, stimulating everyone's ears:
"I have prepared three thousand coffins!"
"One thousand pairs will be used to dress you, and one thousand pairs will be left for your parents!"
"There are still a thousand pairs left for the people behind you..."
"Those who are not afraid of death can stand up for me!"
At this moment, when the wind was getting louder, Ye Fan's cold scolding was soaring over the huge training ground.
When the soldiers of the third battalion standing under the stage heard this, they immediately became furious.
Damn, this guy is clearly scolding us.
They all glared at Ye Fan angrily.
If looks could kill, Ye Fan would have been cut to pieces by a thousand cuts by now.
To them now, Xia Kunlun, who had been missing for three years, was nothing.
The Dragon Slaying Hall has been severely penetrated by Zhan Jingfeng.
The entire organization is either the elite backbone of Zhan Jingfeng's lineage, or the veteran Youzi who is just waiting to die.
And these gilded young men like them.
It is rumored that Golden Phoenix has been conquered by Zhan Jingfeng in bed, and Qing Cang will soon be assigned to guard the cold land.
Xia Kunlun is a toothless tiger.
Therefore, in the eyes of the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion, Xia Kunlun was simply ignorant and fearless when he scolded them.
"Threatening? Threaten us? This old antique threatens us?"
"Do you know who I am? Do you know who is behind me?"
"Return three thousand coffins and keep them for yourself to sleep in."
"It's just that today is different from the past. You still think you are the coach, you still think you are the God of War?"
"I have been missing for three years, and I don't even have 10% of the knowledge about Palace Master Zhan."
"You dare to threaten us in public like this and chop off our parents' heads. Who the hell gave you the courage?"
Thousands of people in the crowd were in great excitement, and everyone stretched out their arms and shouted wildly in response.
The momentum was extremely huge for a while, and occasionally they were still shouting, looking forward to the power, and they were very proud.
"We strike, we quit, we strike, we quit!"
"Dragon Slayer Hall, Xia Kunlun is there but we are not!"
Thousands of people all shouted at Ye Fan: "Yes, there is him without me, there is me without him."
"quit?"
When Yang Xiyue's expression changed, Ye Fan raised his voice and laughed loudly, his voice sounding like the tip of a sharp sword.
It's just that it doesn't have the slightest hint of joy, but is rather jarring.
But this laughter actually suppressed the thunderous shouts throughout the training ground:
"What do you think Dragon Slaughter Hall is?"
"What do you think I am, Xia Kunlun?"
“If you want to play, you can play, but if you don’t want to play, you can’t play?”
"I want to go on strike and quit, but it's too late!"
Following Ye Fan's disdainful laughter, the wind blowing through the training ground suddenly stopped!
