"You're right, but...but isn't this a training ground, there's no need..." Wu Yang was still talking.

But Ye Fan interrupted him directly and sharply.

"The training ground is also the battlefield."

"This..." Ye Fan's words made Wu Yang speechless, his old face was flushed, but he couldn't say a word.

"Also, Commander Wuyang, I remember I told you that when I train soldiers, I don't like outsiders pointing fingers at me!"

"Since the Qinglong team is handed over to me, no one has the right to interfere."

"including you."

Ye Fan's words were low and cold, and his tone was full of unquestionable majesty.

In this case, Wu Yang shut his mouth tactfully.

Not long after, he went back.

Ye Fan was right, since he agreed to let him take full control of the Qinglong team's affairs, there was really no need for him to intervene.

Before, Wu Yang was worried about whether Ye Fan could tame these vigorous young people at such a young age.

But now it seems that he was overthinking.

As far as Ye Fan's method just now, let alone training a dozen strong soldiers, even a dozen generals, I am afraid that Ye Fanzhi will have to be subdued.

After all, this guy is too ruthless!

Dissatisfied?

Beat you.

There is nothing that can be more recognized and recognized than fists and strength.

And Ye Fan, undoubtedly relied on his strength, to overwhelm everyone here.

After Wu Yang and others left, Ye Fan continued to stand here.

Qinglong team needs five people.

In other words, Ye Fan needs to choose five of the eleven people in front of him.

But Li Ziyang and Ma Mingbo were undoubtedly desperate.

They knew that they had already been eliminated from the game since they stepped up to attack Ye Fan.

Whether public or private, Ye Fan will not pay attention to them anymore.

After struggling for so long, the dream they were pursuing was crushed by Ye Fan.

However, just when Li Ziyang and Ma Mingbo were ashamed, Ye Fan looked over.

It was that kind of condescending gaze again, as if in his eyes, Li Ziyang was just an ant.

Li Ziyang hates this feeling, hates the feeling of being trampled underfoot!

He clenched his palms tightly, and a unwilling light burst out in his brows and eyes. JrNovels.com