Night had gradually deepened, and as the first lights came on, countless homes were already illuminated.
On top of a dilapidated, abandoned multi-story residential building, the youth holding a long spear tapped his earpiece and said, "Received!"
This youth was none other than Ye Fan.
In the morning, Ye Fan returned to Jiangning City First High School to review cultural subjects.
In the afternoon, he went to the Jiangning City Star Martial Hall office to spar and temper his Martial Dao Skill.
Now, even Leng Feng, the squad captain who had been able to calmly deal with Ye Fan a month ago with several times his Vitality Value, was no longer a match for him.
And the one serving as Ye Fan's sparring partner was none other than the chief captain, Uncle Wu.
Every day was full and busy.
But Ye Fan liked this feeling of constantly growing stronger.
Moreover, whenever the squad carried out missions, Ye Fan also joined in actual combat.
It turned out that before the lights of ten thousand homes in Jiangning City stood such heroes of the Human Race, bearing heavy burdens as they marched forward.
Guarding peace and tranquility.
With Ye Fan's current strength, he could serve as a general and sit firmly in the central camp.
Only in emergencies would Ye Fan need to make a move.
And just now, Gunpowder had sent Ye Fan a message.
Boom.
Like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, Ye Fan leaped down.
A height of twenty meters could not harm Ye Fan at all with his current physical condition.
With the lightest tap of his toes, his towering body landed like a civet cat.
A blue-green grid map immediately projected from his Martial Artist Watch.
Whoosh.
Ye Fan shot forward at once.
At his current realm, his