Chapter 1065 Prisoner of the Dragon (65)

Cong Huai's eyes widened in grievance: "Why didn't you tell me how many fights I had with him and how much experience he gained?"

Song Futing said understandingly: "Master, Cong Huai is right. Thanks to training with him, my abilities have grown so fast."

Then he turned to Song Mian: "Dad, don't be afraid, and don't argue with him. Cong Huai just has a childish thousand-year-old man living in his heart."

Bai Tang: Pfft!

Cong Huai: "!"

Okay, now I'm still going around the corner and calling him childish and old man.

Cong Huai immediately showed his dragon claws: "Song Futing, I think your skin is itchy."

At this time, Bai Tang said very calmly: "Mr. Song, this place is not big enough. Is there a room that is more spacious? It must be wider."

Song Mian looked at her deeply: "Please follow me."

The place Song Mian took them to was his training place, which was very spacious.

Song Mian always had a straight face. At this moment, he tried to make his expression softer: "How is this place?"

Bai Tang nodded: "Yes, this is it."

When he raised his hand, he pinched a magic formula to prevent outsiders from looking at it. He raised his hand, threw some spirit beads, and went out to set up a defensive formation and another barrier.

Bai Tang casually took out a spiritual sword and said, "Futing, take the Suihan Sword."

Canglan would be too bullying if he took it out.

Song Futing was slightly startled and immediately took out Suihan.

Cong Huai grabbed Bai Tang and said, "I'm coming."

Bai Tang smiled and refused: "No, next time."

She did this, firstly, to comprehensively test Song Futing's learning achievements in the past few months, and secondly, to show her abilities in front of Song Mian, so that she could start the next thing more easily.

Cong Huai had no choice but to take back his hand regretfully.

The first time Song Mian saw such a beautiful sword was when it was taken out of his son's body.

The little girl also had a beautiful sword in her hand, but she threw it down casually, and the sword plunged straight into the ground.

Song Mian was not someone who dealt with this aspect. As he looked at it, he was constantly expanding his imagination.

The white-haired little girl opened her hands and flew down. Standing on the hilt of the sword.

Song Mian looked at Song Futing expectantly. Song Futing dispelled Song Mian's expectations: "Don't look at it, I can't do it."

Without the help of external objects, his current cultivation level cannot be achieved.

Song Mian looked disappointed, but Song Futing walked on calmly.

"My master's cultivation has been suppressed to the same level as yours. Let me fight with my hands. Just treat my master as your unyielding enemy."

Bai Tang fell lightly.

Song Futing raised his sword hand and said, "I obey."

"My son is so awesome."

Song Mian twitched his lips.

Cong Huai laughed coldly: "With a master as powerful as Ah Tang, he would be a fool if he didn't stand out."

It's already hot down there. Bai Tang didn't use the sword at all.

Song Mian: "What did Mr. Cong Huai do to make people from both sides arrest you like this?"

Cong Huai said coldly: "Mr. Song, why don't you think about what they did to fear my revenge?"

These people are good at throwing dirty water.

He escaped, but before he did anything, he was charged with a series of charges.

Inexplicably, he became a serial murderer. The reason is that killing people makes him happy, so he keeps killing people.

In the cultivation world, any tragedy, unsolved case, or unsolvable case will be fixed on him.

As if pressing on him can solve all problems.

Cong Huai was very angry at this at the beginning, but now he is dismissive of it.

Just by coming out, he could make them so scared and get such an honor.