It was completely dark, with a suffocating momentum.

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 are for you, and one thousand pairs are 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 sounded loudly in the sky above 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.

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 the master of the palace."

"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!
Chapter completed!