Ye Fan looked at the tragically dead corpses in front of him, condensed a ball of flame in his hand, and burned all the corpses to ashes.
"Your mission is completed. Go back and have a good rest today. You don't have to train with them anymore."
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left, and the team members also helped each other back to the military camp after vomiting for a while.
In the military camp, there are always people coming and going during the day.
They couldn't help but feel very confused when they saw that Wei Jun's team took so long to come back after following Ye Fan, and their faces were so pale.
What did Ye Fan do to turn these people into this state?
The culprit who aroused their doubts, Ye Fan, had already set off with the second team at this time.
Not long after, the second team came back with pale faces just like the first team.
In just one day, Ye Fan had already carried out hundreds of people.
And the title of Big Devil Ye also quietly spread in the military camp.
"Brother Ye, although you can indeed make those little guys adapt to killing by doing this, will there really be no problems?"
After nightfall, Qinglong frowned and looked at Ye Fan in the camp.
In just one day, his name for Ye Fan had changed.
When Ye Fan faced Qinglong at this moment, his face completely lost the indifference it had during the day, and he gave two wry smiles.
"Brother Qinglong, this is the fastest way I can think of now. Although I brought so many people out today, how many can they occupy in the military camp? I want everyone to take this matter
Go through it again, it's impossible."
Ye Fan sighed.
"If they don't learn to kill now, they will only be the ones who get killed when they go to the battlefield in the future."
He has done everything he can do today. Whether he can adapt or not depends on the mental state of the monks.
To Ye Fan's surprise, early the next morning, the monks he had taken out the day before were all standing in the morning training team in full formation.
Seeing Ye Fan coming, they all said hello to Ye Fan.
The pale look on his face that he had just killed someone the day before was completely gone.
Qinglong looked at these people, and he naturally knew who Ye Fan had taken out yesterday.
Looking at these little boys who seemed like nothing had happened, Qinglong felt deeply that his worries seemed unnecessary.
"Master Ye Fan, you are here."
Wei Jun jumped over and ran over.
He ran to Ye Fan and scratched his head honestly.
"Master Ye Fan, yesterday, several of our teams got together to discuss it, and we all think what you said makes sense."
Ye Fan originally had a straight face, but after hearing Wei Jun's words, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
"It's good if you understand. Don't waste all my hard work."
Wei Jun looked at the man in front of him who wanted to laugh but kept a straight face, and actually felt that Mark was a bit cute.
"But Mr. Ye Fan, there is still one thing I want to know."
Wei Jun scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing where to place his hands.
"Don't be nervous, just say it."
Ye Fan couldn't pretend to be so aloof anymore, so he just let himself go and returned to his true nature.
Wei Jun was seen looking at him expectantly.
"Yesterday you broke my black iron sword with one palm. I am very curious as to what your strength is and if you can show it to us."