Chapter 4210: adapt

Ye Fan looked at the deadly corpses in front of him, and a ball of flame condensed in his hands, burning all the corpses to ashes.

"Your mission is complete, go back, take a good rest today and don't have to train with them anymore."

Ye Fan turned around and left after speaking, and the few team members also vomited for a while, and helped each other back to the barracks.

In the barracks, there are always people coming and going during the day.

They saw that after Wei Jun's team had followed Ye Fan out, it took so long to come back, and their faces were so pale, they couldn't help being very puzzled.

What exactly did Ye Fan do to make these people like this?

And the culprit who caused their doubts, Ye Fan, had already set off with the second team at this time.

Not long after, the second team was the same as the first team, and returned with a pale face.

In just one day, Ye Fan had already carried hundreds of people out.

The title of Demon Ye Da also quietly spread in the barracks.

"Brother Ye, although you can really make those little guys get used to killing, but will there really be no problems?"

After nightfall, Qinglong was in the camp, frowned and looked at Ye Fan.

In just one day, his name for Ye Fan has changed.

At this moment, when Ye Fan faced Qinglong, there was no such indifference on his face, so he smiled bitterly.

"Brother Qinglong, this is the fastest way I can think of now. Even though I took so many people out today, how much can I put in the barracks? I want everyone to take care of this. It’s impossible to go through it again."

Ye Fan sighed.

"If they don't learn to kill now, then they will only become the one killed when they go to the battlefield in the future."

He has done everything he can do today. As for whether he can adapt, it depends on the mental state of the monks.

To Ye Fan's surprise, the monks who had been taken out by him the day before were all standing in the morning training team.

Seeing Ye Fan coming, they greeted Ye Fan one after another.

The paleness that had just been killed the day before was completely gone on his face.

Qinglong looked at these people, he naturally knew who had been taken out by Ye Fan yesterday.

Looking at these little boys who seemed to have nothing happened, Qinglong felt deeply that his worries seemed to be unnecessary.

"Master Ye Fan, you are here."

Wei Jun ran over.

He ran to Ye Fan and scratched his head honestly.

"Master Ye Fan, yesterday, a few of our teams got together to discuss it, and we all think what you said makes sense."

Ye Fan used to have a straight face, but after hearing Wei Jun's words, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"It's good to understand, don't waste my pains."

Wei Jun looked at the man in front of him who wanted to laugh, but he just stubbornly felt that Ye Fan was a little cute.

"But Master Ye Fan, I still have one thing I want to know."

Wei Jun scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing where to put both hands.

"Don't be nervous, you say."

Ye Fan couldn't pretend to look so cold, he simply let go of himself and returned to his nature.

I saw Wei Jun looking at him expectantly.

"Yesterday, you slapped my black iron sword with a palm. I am very curious about your level of strength and whether you can show it to us."