Urban Madness

"Don't worry about that, I just made some small tricks on the evil monks who ran away."

Ye Fan said with a smile.

Qinglong was shocked at the time.

When did this guy move his hands and feet, he didn't even notice it.

"You just have to know it in your heart. If you get to Chi You, please contact me as soon as possible."

Di Jiang's voice was quite worried.

Ye Fan can be said to be the most satisfying friend he has made over the years. He didn't want Ye Fan to die on the battlefield like this.

"I know you are strong and have a black turret, but don't be aggressive."

Dijiang couldn't help but tell Ye Fandao

"Okay! Lord Dijiang, I'm not that kind of impulsive person, don't worry, if I really can't beat them, I won't shake people?"

Ye Fan said in a joking tone.

After a while, there was a chuckle from the sound transmission stone, and then it lost its light.

It seems that Dijiang took the initiative to cut off the spiritual power.

After Dijiang's rumors were cut off, Ye Fan frowned instead, and he looked at Qinglongdao.

"Brother Qinglong, if things are as Dijiang said, then we are probably very dangerous here."

He was just deliberately making Di Jiang happy. Di Jiang was always frowning about the war during this period. Ye Fan could see it from those video conferences.

As the saying goes, caring will lead to chaos. If this continues, Dijiang is likely to be in chaos before Chi You.

That's why Ye Fan spoke to Di Jiang in the plain tone just now.

"No matter how dangerous it is, if we give up here, it will be the thousands of people living in the Illuminati territory behind us who are suffering."

There was a little decisive color in Qinglong's eyes.

"If it is a last resort, even if it is dead, I have to stay here."

Looking at Qinglong's decisive look, Ye Fan sighed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, instead he changed the subject.

"Brother Qinglong, in our barracks, are there any monks who can make artillery?"

Facing Ye Fan's sudden change of subject, Qinglong was taken aback for a moment, and he thought for a moment.

"There are many monks who make guns, swords, and knives. Is this one who makes guns? You let me think about it."

After thinking for a moment, Qinglong slapped his head.

"There really is such a one, and yeah, you still recognize it!"

Ye Fan was taken aback for a while.

These days he has met a lot of young monks in the barracks, Qinglong said that, he really couldn't guess who it was.

"Wei Jun, can't you think of it?"

Wei Jun's big and thick face appeared in Ye Fan's mind, and he said with a little laughter.

"Then I really didn't expect it."

Suddenly Ye Fan frowned again.

"If I remember correctly, Wei Jun should be a swordsman. When did he use the cannon again?"

Qinglong waved his hand.

"There is an elder in his family. He used to be a gunner in the barracks. He taught him how to use cannon since he was a child. It was only in peacetime that guns were not very useful in the barracks, so he switched to knives."

Ye Fan nodded.

"Okay, Brother Qinglong, then I'll go to Wei Jun first!"

Come on, Ye Fan ran out quickly without waiting for Qinglong to react.

When Wei Jun was found by Ye Fan, the whole person was dumbfounded.

He was slightly injured in the fight with the evil cultivator at night. At this time, seeing Ye Fan standing in front of him, he almost thought he was here to give himself warmth again.

"Wei Jun, do you want to be my gunner?"

Ye Fan smiled and looked at Wei Jun with a bewildered look.