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4966--Andrew

As the saying goes, a powerful enemy is not the most terrifying thing, but a fearful heart is the most terrifying thing.

If on the eve of the war, the bosses like them lose the belief that they will win, how can the disciples below be able to fight the enemy with all their strength?

I must sound a wake-up call to these big guys and pour a basin of cold water on these big guys to wake them up.

"Everyone, now we have no way out. Both you and the headmaster are like grasshoppers on a rope."

"When you chose to side with the Southern Faction, you already had an undying hatred between the Northern Faction and the Tiansheng Sect. Do you think that if you choose the Northern Faction now, you will be able to gain the trust and support of the Northern Faction?"

"At most, they will treat you as cannon fodder. I don't need to say what will happen to you after your usefulness is over."

Ye Fan expounded his point of view impassionedly, with his decisive posture and unyielding eyes, which made all the big bosses slightly stunned.

"You're such a arrogant kid! Do you know where this place is? Do you know who we are? When will it be your turn to teach me a lesson here?"

"If I hadn't seen you as a disciple of the Southern Sect, I would have made your blood splatter on the spot today!"

"Come here, are we all dead? Get this guy out quickly. If he dares to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude to him."

Most of the big guys present stared at Ye Fan angrily, their bodies trembling with anger.

As for why they are so angry, it may be because Ye Fan has touched their hearts.

After a while, two Southern disciples rushed in from outside the hall, pulled out the weapons from their waists, pointed at Ye Fan, and prepared to take him down.

But after seeing Ye Fan's face clearly, he unconsciously took a step back.

Although Ye Fan is just a new disciple of the Southern Sect and his status is as low as dust, the strength he displayed in the disciple competition is imprinted on the heart of every cultivator, and they already have a sense of respect for him in their hearts.

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"Leave quickly. This is really not the place you should stay. Don't make me wait."

"If you really have any other opinions, you'd better wait until the meeting is over before reporting it, and don't make the matter any bigger."

The two disciples approached Ye Fan, their tone was very tangled.

Fatty Wang on the side was about to say something when Ye Fan walked out straight away.

Before leaving, he turned around and took a serious look at Nan Tian.

This Ergouzi was considered a loyal follower of him before, but he could give him a few words of advice at critical moments.

"Headmaster, what I have said so far may be a little outrageous, but whether it makes sense or not, the psychology of you and the other bosses is as clear as a mirror."

"As for what you will choose later, I don't have the qualifications to interfere too much. I'll take my leave first. This interruption will offend me."

Ye Fan bowed slightly and turned around to leave without any pause.

That's all they can do. Whether they can hear clearly depends on their nature.

As soon as Ye Fan left the hall, Tianhua rushed out behind him.

"Oh, why did you come out? I was forced out by others, but they didn't blast you!"

"Such a meeting is an excellent learning opportunity. Are you willing to let it go?"

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