Chapter 65： Sorrowful (2/2)

”Misunderstanding? Apologize and admit it?”

Jiang Chen wondered if he heard it wrong, or if the elder didn't figure out what happened to him and Ning Haotian?

”Elder, do you know what kind of misunderstanding between Ning Haotian and me?” He bit the latter two words heavily.

”Heilongcheng said your father sold your veins, because the lion's mouth opened up, causing dissatisfaction and conflict.” Xiao Haoran frowned, slightly dissatisfied with Jiang Chen's questioning.

Jiang Chen sneered and sat back on the ground, and said, ”Elder, please go back. Even if Ning Haotian kneels in front of me to apologize, I have to consider how to punish him and ask me to admit that he is wrong, hehe.”

”Don't you know the situation? What can you do if you are like this?” Xiao Haoran said.

”Horse persists in the heart, and is not afraid of demons and charms,” ​​Jiang Chen said.

”Then you don't agree?”

When Xiao Haoran came, the smile was still on his face, but he lost his goodwill, such as wearing a mask on his face.

”Yes,” Jiang Chen said.

”The rotten wood cannot be carved, it should be stupid as you are.”

Xiao Haoran cursed and left.

”Just like you, you still want to be my teacher.” Jiang Chen dismissed a smile and looked up at the mouth.

Somehow, he had a ridiculous sense of sitting in the sky and watching the sky.

Suddenly ~ ~ The wind came in from the mouth, and the sound of this wind sounded like a ghost crying.

After three days in the ghost, Jiang Chen's state of mind has not collapsed, but he is not far away. The inexplicable panic, even the practitioners, dare not worry about trouble.

But this makes time harder to pass.

”I used to think that facing the wall was the perfect opportunity for cultivation. No one bothered. With all my heart, I just found it childish and ridiculous.”

”I know why the word retreat cannot be used indiscriminately.”

Only the strong are qualified to retreat. They have great perseverance, great wisdom, and can withstand loneliness and loneliness.

On this day, Jiang Chen felt that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he would definitely collapse after one month.

He looked again at the mouth, before that, he felt something in the meditation.

The sound of the wind is because of the topography. The incoming wind passes through the backflow, like a rampage of evil dragons.

After discovering this, Jiang Chen believed that it could be incorporated into the sword technique.

To be precise, it was a blast!

So, he began to ponder carefully. Without a long knife, he made a hand knife.

It may have been too long before, and at this time, you have a goal, and your heart is fully engaged.

Another day later, Jiang Chen cut forward with his left hand.

In the absence of wind, Gui Jianchou issued that unique wind sound again, this time from Jiang Chen's right hand.

Zhenyuan's long sword was cut on the stone wall, leaving a half-meter deep knife mark.

”If there is a knife in hand, the power is even more terrifying.”

”Well, just rename this knife to ghosts!”

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the ghost, and it was very urgent, as if there was something important.

This ghost sees nothing except Jiang Chen.

Strangely, after the man came in, he didn't look at Jiang Chen, walked straight in, and passed him by.