The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 2423
Chapter two thousand four hundred and forty-eight with me without him
Seeing Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue go to work, Ye Fan picked up "Criminal Game" and started to read it.

Very laid back.

If it was the Dragon Slaying Hall in Xia Kunlun's hand, Ye Fan might still be nervous.

But the Dragon Slaying Palace, which was infiltrated and dismantled by Zhan Jingfeng, did not come into Ye Fan's eyes at all.

Ye Fan was able to deal with a group of masters who came to the gold-plated relationship, as well as the infiltrated chess pieces.

After flipping through dozens of pages of books, he sat up cross-legged to practice exercises.

After absorbing Bru Yuanfu last time, Ye Fan broke through the mysterious realm in one go, and started to advance to the realm again.

This made Ye Fan happy but also very helpless.

He has practiced martial arts for a year and a half, and he is not as realistic 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 realm.

It's just that Ye Fan also knows that such a charging treasure that makes Sunlei interested in Blu Yuanfu is hard to come by.

So before finding a nest of similar enemies, he still needs to find time to practice more.

It will be easier to kill or save your life this way.

So Ye Fan quickly practiced the Tai Chi Sutra, Windward Willow Step and Instant Killing Sword...

At six o'clock in the evening, it was the time when the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion of the Dragon Slaying Hall were full of wine and food.

The sky was gloomy, and there was still a chilly wind blowing, with the tendency of "black clouds overwhelm the city to destroy it".

When the headlights of the playground in the camp were turned on with a snap, the long-lost horn sounded thick and low:

"Doo-doo-doo-"

Accompanied by the sound of the horn, Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue roared hoarsely like sand in the wind...

"Assembly, assembly..."

"All four battalions gather!"

The roar mixed with the horn sounded again, startling countless birds in the jungle.

Not long after, the entire dragon slaying camp suddenly became lively as if a monster had been revived.

Soldiers ran out from every barracks.

It's just that this kind of liveliness gave people the feeling that it was not the chill that should be in the camp.

On the contrary, there is a kind of chaos like a vegetable market.

Although there were flickering lights of knives and guns, and loud footsteps, laughter and noise could not be heard incessantly.

More than 3000 people from the fourth battalion walked out of their barracks casually, wearing different styles of clothes.

They walked towards the training ground in the center of the camp without haste.

They chattered non-stop as they walked.

"What are you doing? What are you doing together?"

"Didn't several war kings and war generals die in the bombing? It is estimated that we should be asked to observe three minutes of silence."

"What are you doing with so many ceremonies? It's meaningless at all. It's best to lie down now."

"That's right, it's not easy to stand in the team, and if you accidentally lose your life, it's better to eat and wait to die."

"There are so many things these days, is that Xia Kunlun still alive?"

"It's true that he has been missing for three years, why did he come out and think that the current era belongs to him?"

"Keep your voice down, that's Xia Guo's God of War, if you disrespect him, you'll be easily decapitated."

"Go, beheaded, you thought it was three years ago, and you thought it was the Dragon Slaying Palace? Now the fourth battalion is the place for the elderly."

"That's right, those old soldiers are basically gone, and the rest are us gilded sons, who dares to kill our heads?"

"Damn! This wind is blowing a bit wickedly. I guess it will rain again tomorrow!"

Thousands of people procrastinated, and the emergency assembly dragged on for more than half an hour.

Under the illumination of 32 headlights, the training ground is as bright as day!
On the platform in the middle of the assembled team, many dragon slaying soldiers stood proudly.

Ye Fan, who was standing in the middle, glanced coldly at the soldiers of the Dragon Slaying Hall.

The tightly held sword of protecting the country shone brilliantly in the light, showing incomparable majesty.

Those slender eyes, the light that shot out, was colder and sharper than the night wind blowing from the wild.

Qing Cang and Yang Xiyue, who were tall and straight, stood under the high platform, their faces were as gloomy as dark clouds in June, and their sharp eyes scanned all sides.

When the time pointed to 38 minutes, the soldiers of the four battalions from all directions gathered together.

Looking at this scene, Yang Xiyue felt her mouth dry, and seemed to smell the blood of Li Wuzong and others from the coach's camp.

This made her a little anxious, and kept yelling at the team:

"Hurry up, hurry up, stand up, stand up for me!"

Yang Xiyue hated these soldiers a little.

But she also knew that Zhan Jingfeng could not cleanse the Fourth Battalion smoothly due to the resistance of Qing Cang and other veterans.

Even if the bosses like Xia Wending were bought off, the backbone of his subordinates would still be obedient and obedient.

So under the banner of changing the blood, he brought in the young master of gold for gold plating, and squeezed away many 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, but it is also very disobedient to discipline.

Zhan Jingfeng is in a situation of destroying if he can't get it.

In a series of roars, the Fourth Battalion formed two distinct queues.

On the left are [-] soldiers of the Qilin Battalion, lined up in neat formations, all dressed in black costumes from the Dragon Slaying Hall.

They held their spears solemnly.

Under the condensed white light, it looks like a huge unicorn, gradually taking shape and panting, showing its white fangs.

They also showed eyes eager to kill and blood.

These [-] soldiers with clear armor and strict demeanor.

Everyone's eyes reveal the arrogance of leanness, strength and contempt for everything.

Of course, they are fully entitled to be proud.

Because they are the elite fighters of the Dragon Slaying Palace, they are the military backing of the Dragon Slaying Palace.

Unicorn Camp!
Seeing this lineup, Ye Fan also nodded slightly.

Although Qing Cang is stubborn, he still has two skills in leading troops!

The other three teams of soldiers had three times the number of Qilin battalion.

But everyone's clothes and armor are in disorder, scattered and disorderly.

Although the person stood there, he was still chattering non-stop, and the weapon was casually carried.

Compared with the stern Qilin Battalion, there is a world of difference.

A murderous look flashed across Ye Fan's face.

These people even dared to talk loudly when they were assembled in line. It seems that they really treat the Dragon Slaying Hall as a vegetable market.

"Don't move! Don't move! Don't move! Stand up!"

Seeing such a mob in the Fourth Battalion, Yang Xiyue couldn't hold back and shouted:

"If you don't obey the order, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Under the threat of her fury and the reprimand of the guards, the training ground gradually became quiet.

It's just that each of them still showed a look of disapproval.

Ye Fan stood up!

He leaned forward slightly, and pointed like a sword, pointing at the people under the high platform:

"I'm Xia Kunlun, I'm the Lord of the Dragon Slaying Palace, I'm back!"

"I don't care if you still know me or not, and I don't care what forces are behind you, I just want to tell you now."

"From this moment on, only my voice can be heard in the Dragon Slaying Palace!"

"Everyone must be ordered and prohibited, and must obey unconditionally, otherwise I will raise my sword and kill him."

"Don't think that Xia Kunlun is threatening you. I have killed more people than you have eaten."

As the voice fell, the gate of the camp opened, and a pair of coffins were placed up like flowing water.

It was black and dense, with a suffocating aura.

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

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

"I have prepared three thousand coffins!"

"A thousand pairs are for you, and a thousand pairs are for your parents!"

"There are still a thousand copies 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 stronger, Ye Fan's cold scolding sound was stirring and flying over the huge training ground.

The soldiers of the third battalion standing under the stage immediately became furious when they heard this.

Damn, this guy is clearly scolding us.

They all glared at Ye Fan angrily.

If eyes could kill, Ye Fan would have been hacked into pieces by now.

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

The Dragon Slaying Hall has been severely infiltrated by Zhan Jingfeng.

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

And their gilded sons.

Rumor has it that the golden phoenix has been conquered by Zhan Jingfeng on the bed, and Qingcang will soon be assigned to guard the icy place.

Xia Kunlun is a toothless tiger.

So in the eyes of the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion, Xia Kunlun scolded them, it was ignorant and fearless.

"Threats? Threats to us? This old antique threatens us?"

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

"Return three thousand coffins, keep them for yourself to sleep in."

"That's right, it's different now, you still think you're the coach, you think you're the God of War?"

"I've been missing for three years, and I don't even have [-]% background information about the Master Zhan."

"You dare to threaten us in public like this, and even chop off our parents' heads, who the hell gave you the courage?"

Thousands of people were in a turbulent mood, and each of them stretched out their arms and shouted wildly, responding loudly.

The momentum was extremely huge for a while, and occasionally it was still amidst the sound of shouting, looking forward to awe-inspiring power and feeling very proud.

"We strike, we quit, we strike, we quit!"

"Dragon Slaying Hall, Xia Kunlun without us!"

Thousands of people shouted at Ye Fan together: "Yes, there is him without me, and there is me without him."

"quit?"

When Yang Xiyue's expression changed, Ye Fan raised his voice and laughed like a sharp sword.

It's just that there is no joy in the slightest, but it is extremely harsh.

But this laughter suppressed the thunderous shouts in the entire training ground:
"What do you think of the Dragon Slaying Palace?"

"What do you think I am, Xia Kunlun?"

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

"I want to strike and quit, it's too late!"

Following Ye Fan's disdainful laughter, the wind blowing across the training ground stagnated instantly!
Then he waved his finger!
(End of this chapter)