Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Chapter 1065 Imprisoned Dragon (65)

  Cong Huai's eyes widened in aggrieved way: "Why don't you tell me how much I fought with him and how much experience he gained?"

  Song Futing said empathetically: "Master, what Cong Huai said is correct, and thanks to training with him, my ability has grown so fast."

   Turning to Song Mian again: "Dad, don't be afraid, and don't argue with him, Cong Huai is just a thousand-year-old old man with a child in his heart."

  Baitang: Puchi!

  Cong Huai: "!"

   Alright, now I’m still turning the corner and calling him childish, calling him an old man.

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

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

  Song Mian took a deep look at her: "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 his best to soften his expression: "How is this place?"

  Baitang nodded: "That's right, let's go here."

  Raising his hand, he pinched a formula to prevent outsiders from viewing it. With a wave of his hand, he threw some spirit beads and went out to set up a defensive formation, and then set up a barrier.

  Baitang took out a spirit sword casually, and said: "Futing, take the Suihan sword."

   It would be too bullying for Cang Lan to take it out.

  Song Futing was slightly startled, and immediately took out Sui Han.

  Cong Huai grabbed Baitang: "I'll go."

  Baitang smiled and refused: "No, next time."

  She made this move, one is to comprehensively test Song Futing's learning achievements in the past few months, and the other is to show her ability in front of Song Mian so that it is convenient to start the next thing.

  Cong Huai had no choice but to withdraw his hand regretfully.

   The first time Song Mian saw such a beautiful sword, 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 went straight into the ground.

  Song Mian is not someone who deals with this aspect, watching at this moment, constantly expanding his imagination.

  The little girl Bai Shengsheng opened her arms and flew down. Stand on the hilt.

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

   Without relying on external objects, his current cultivation level cannot be achieved.

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

   "The master's cultivation base is suppressed to the same level as yours, let go of the fight, just think of the teacher as your eternal enemy."

  Baitang fell lightly.

  Song Futing crossed his sword hand: "Obey."

   "My son is amazing."

   Song Mian pursed his lips.

  Cong Huai smiled coldly: "With a master as powerful as A Tang, if he doesn't stand out, he's an idiot."

  The following has been heated up. Baitang didn't use a sword at all.

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

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

   Splashing dirty water, these people are used to it.

  He escaped, and before he did anything, he was charged with a wave of crimes.

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

  Here in the cultivation world, any tragedies, unsolved cases, or unsolved cases will be placed on him.

  It seems that pressing on him can solve all problems.

   Cong Huai has been dismissive of this from the beginning when he was full of hostility.

  Just by coming out, he can make them so afraid and get such an honor.

  (end of this chapter)