The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader

Chapter 25:

Chapter 25

The predecessors of Haoran League told him that if they met the demon lord who couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, they should talk to him from the poetry and songs, and further grasp the fragile heart of the other side, let him open his heart to you, and know each other. After the weakness, it is not far from success.

Zhao Jiangui is not a gentleman. He doesn't understand poetry and songs, and he can't talk about the wind and snow. He is only familiar with the three-footed Qingfeng in his hand. He can only talk about a few feet of Qingfeng.

It’s always good to talk, and the saying goes well, the same way, and finally it will go that step.

Zhao Jiangui thought of it.

He approached a little, and said to the cold and said: "How old are you?"

The season looked cold and cold, and did not answer.

Zhao Jiangui had to go down and say: "I started to take the sword when I walked, and now there are 26 years and seven years."

The season is cold.

Zhao Jian returned: "You are younger than me. The achievements in swordsmanship are not less than me. Your swordsmanship is quick and fierce, and the main attack is abandoned. It is already one of the best in the rivers and lakes."

The cold finally opened his mouth coldly: "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Jian returned: "Talk about your weaknesses."

Ji Han: "My weakness?"

Zhao Jian nodded.

In fact, he did not understand the words of his predecessors.

If he knows that the weakness can be successful, he first saw his weakness when he saw the sword in the cold season, but now the season is still a pair of love for him.

Ji Han was obviously provoked interest. He sat up straight and gestured to Zhao Jian to continue.

Zhao Jian returned: "Your sword is like a gamble. If you don't have a sword, you will have no retreat."

Ji Handao: "I have never lost my hand."

Zhao Jiangui said: "I can at least get 80% confident to avoid your first sword."

Ji Han wrinkled his eyebrows and thought about the words of Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian returned again: "If you can leave a path for yourself, let the road be safer, the world is not difficult."

Ji Han hesitated: "You mean I can win you?"

Zhao Jiangui: "In time, your swordsmanship will be above me."

He said it was very earnest.

At the age of the cold, he did not have such a good sword, not to mention that he could bear hardships in the cold season, and he has always been a self-effacing person. He also felt very promising when he saw such a promising young man. happy.

Looking at him in the cold, his eyes seemed to ignite a bright light.

Found the weakness of the quarter cold, Zhao Jian has no idea what else to say.

He had to close his mouth and stand by.

Ji Han suddenly asked him: "You can't sleep?"

His look has been restored, and even the tone has cooled down.

Zhao Jian’s guilty conscience is not useful at all, and he replied faintly: “Yes.”

Ji Handao: "Do you want to chat with me?"

Zhao Jian returned: "Yes."

Ji Han: "You sit down."

Zhao Jian has a hint of sorrow: "What?"

The season was cold and cold, and said: "I don't like talking to people who are standing."

Zhao Jiangui: "..."