It was covered in darkness, with a suffocating momentum.

Yang Xiyue's breathing became rapid and she felt an indescribable danger.

Ye Fan's voice swept across the audience, stimulating everyone's ears:

"I have prepared three thousand coffins!"

"One thousand pairs are used to pretend to you, and one thousand pairs are left for your parents!"

"There are still a thousand pairs left to the people behind you..."

"If you are not afraid of death, you can stand up for me!"

At this moment, it was the moment when the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Ye Fan's cold shouts were flying over the huge training ground.

The soldiers of the Third Battalion standing under the stage were immediately furious when they heard this.

Damn, this guy is clearly scolding us.

They all glared at Ye Fan.

If his eyes could kill people, Ye Fan must have been cut into pieces now.

For them now, Xia Kunlun, who has been missing for three years, is nothing.

The Dragon Slaying Hall has been penetrated by Zhan Jingfeng.

The entire organization is either an elite backbone of the Zhan Jingfeng lineage, or a veteran who is waiting to die.

And these gilded young men.

It is rumored that Jin Huang had been conquered by Zhan Jingfeng on the bed, and Qing Cang was soon to be sent to guard the cold land.

Xia Kunlun is a toothless tiger.

So in the eyes of the soldiers of the Fourth Camp, Xia Kunlun scolded them as ignorant and fearless.

"Threat? Threat us? This old antique threatens us?"

"Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am behind me?"

"There are three thousand coffins left, so keep them for yourself to sleep."

"That's right, today is different from the past. I thought I was the head coach and the god of war?"

"I have been missing for three years and I don't even have any foundation in the Battle of the Palace Master."

"Who the fuck gives you the courage to threaten us in public like this and even chop off our parents' heads?"

Thousands of people were in a state of great emotion, and they all extended their arms and shouted loudly, responding loudly.

The momentum was extremely huge for a moment, and occasionally amid the calls, looking at him was powerful and proud.

"We strike, we exit, we strike, we exit!"

"The Dragon Slaying Hall, Xia Kunlun is not us!"

Thousands of people shouted at Ye Fan and attacked him: "Yes, if there is him or not, if there is me or not."

"quit?"

When Yang Xiyue's face changed, Ye Fan laughed loudly, his voice as if a sharp sword came out of his head.

It just didn't have the slightest joy, but it was extremely harsh.

But the laughter suppressed the thunderous shouts on the entire training ground:

"What are you doing as a Dragon Slaying Hall?"

"What do you think I, Xia Kunlun?"

"If you want to play, just play, if you want to play, just don't play?"

"It's too late to go on strike and quit!"

With Ye Fan's disdainful laughter, the wind blowing through the training ground instantly stagnated!

Then he waved his finger!
Chapter completed!