Uncle Zhao is having a very comfortable time these days.

In the valley, not to mention tens of thousands of people, thousands of them are full, but there are countless repetitions of the exercises, Zhang Xiaohu only needs one copy, which involves a question of who gives it to whom first or who is close to whom, Zhang Xiaohu is too lazy to care, and throws it all to him, Uncle Zhao is excited and happy.

Ming, if you want to change the exercises, don't give benefits, don't send a word, just one sentence, this is already there, if you want to be angry, there is no place to send it, a few days of hard work, Uncle Zhao's several large warehouses are full of various resources, and he has properly become the richest man in the abandoned land.

Secretly the benefits are greater, although he occupies the position of the boss, and he is the only boss, but, it turns out that those boss's subordinates don't say it openly, but secretly make stumbling blocks from time to time, now it's okay, one by one wagging their tails and pounced up, in the blink of an eye, the valley was tightly grasped by him, and no one dared to jump out to make trouble.

Looking up at the sky outside, Uncle Zhao turned over the kung fu in front of him and frowned, "It's getting less and less, is there anyone outside?"

Someone stuck his head out and took a second look, and said loudly, "No one"

Old man Zhao sighed and said, "Forget it, call it a day"

Picking up a few thin exercises, Old Man Zhao looked out a few more times with some unwillingness, and then turned around and walked inside.

Later, he had already organized people to build a big house, and after Zhang Xiaohu threw his hand and gave him more than 100 spiritual monsters, he took the kung fu in exchange, and Xiang'er and Xiang'er closed their ears to the things outside the window, which was the follow-up collection of exercises, and he just asked Uncle Zhao to wait for him at the door to take it for himself.

Uncle Zhao walked to the door, listened attentively for a while, reached out and knocked on the door a few times, and then took out the exercises in his arms, gently rested on the ground, and took away the dinner plate.

He had also seen the exercises, flipped them over, and he really couldn't understand them.

A person, no matter how much he practices, he can't finish practicing a single exercise, so why do you want so much? Could it be that he still has the ability to practice all the exercises? Old man Zhao held back in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask at all.

Zhang Xiaohu raised his head when he heard the knock on the door, and continued to bow his head to study the exercises in his hand.

Xiang'er put down the book in her hand, glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, and jumped over to open the door.

"Hey, Xiang'er-sama"

Old man Zhao hurriedly stopped, turned around and put on a smiling face.

"That's it."

Xiang'er flipped through the thin volumes, and her little face wrinkled dissatisfiedly.

"I guess there are still some behind, those who went out, those who went into the land of death, and when they come back, they can still collect some"

Old man Zhao explained, Xiang'er grinned, took out more than a dozen spiritual objects from the storage bag and handed them over, "Uncle Zhao, hard work"

"It should be, it should be"

Old man Zhao happily took the spiritual object, and was just about to leave, when Xiang'er's eyes rolled, and suddenly remembered and said, "Uncle Zhao, look back, if there are any other strange secrets, such as refining weapons and talismans, they will all be collected."

"Okay, no problem"

Old man Zhao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly agreed, he was worried that this exercise was getting less and less, and if he collected these, it was estimated that he could replace a lot.

Xiang'er arched her hand, closed the door with a smile, and sat back beside Zhang Xiaohu.

"It seems that there will be no more copies in the future"

Zhang Xiaohu glanced at it and said lightly.

"That's right, there are still so many spirit creatures and monsters that haven't been replaced"

Xiang'er is so depressed, except for the best quality under the mountain, the rest are enough to take out thousands, who knows, it is more than a hundred, and it is gone.

"Alright, let's keep watching"

Zhang Xiaohu returned his mind to the exercises, more than 100 different kinds of exercises, enough for him to study for a while, and it didn't make much sense to have more, he didn't care too much.

The task for Xiang'er is to read, keep looking, it's best to be able to understand every exercise, as for the self-created exercises, Xiang'er is not yet that nervous step, at least, she can still have the practice of transforming the gods now, unlike him, if he doesn't create himself, he can only continue to use the exercises of the gods, not to mention improving, even the recovery of the skills is surprisingly slow.

Xiaobai was snoring next to him, with a big snot bubble hanging on his nose, and his little paws twitched a few times from time to time, which was beautiful.

For her brave behavior, Zhang Xiaohu decided to reward her with all the remaining Essence Blood Pills, anyway, she took them twice, and the Essence Blood Pill was not less than half of it, and with her current stable Demon Emperor Early Stage, she would definitely be able to eat it.

The little guy swallowed it in one bite, and directly turned over and fell asleep, seeing Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er envious, this demon beast is relaxed, sleep for a while, and if you can't get it, you will be upgraded, where is it like them, tired and tired of luck practice, but also have good exercises, and resources are also indispensable.

There were more than 100 exercises, and Zhang Xiaohu didn't look at them one by one, but first divided them into several categories.

Those who practice qi, no matter what way they do, as long as they absorb aura, all fall into this category.

After all, the qualification requirements are too high, and it is impossible to absorb the spiritual energy directly from the air, so a lot of resources are needed to fill it, what demon beast meat, what spiritual grass and spiritual fruit, counting, the consumption is much greater than that of refining qi, Zhang Xiaohu looked at it, those refining skills, looking at the new and old degree of the books, compared to the practice of qi, it seems much older.

The rest of them can be regarded as pure cultivation qi, but they are slightly different, like what is the same as the blood witch spirit witch, both to absorb the spiritual energy and the essence and blood soul, this category is more or less than the refining body.

Zhang Xiaohu was depressed, and he was doing it back and forth, but his exercises had become outdated, and he was indignant but helpless.

In the final analysis, there are still too few resources, and if the consumption is too great like refining the body, it can indeed only be eliminated, otherwise, if a great cultivator like him is produced, I am afraid that the Shuangri Continent will starve to death back then, and where is there still a place for others to cultivate.

Zhang Xiaohu just looked at the exercises and put them down, these exercises are basically a path, they are too far behind him, there is no place to learn from them, and they were directly pulled aside by him.

The rest of those strange things, what devouring essence blood to refine the soul, were all thrown aside by him, he was not a blood witch spirit witch, seeing this kind of thing, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, even if he could learn from it, he didn't want to see more.

Reiki, alas, can't be absorbed, how can this practice of Qi be used for reference?

Zhang Xiaohu looked at the practice of qigong one by one, but he was extremely depressed.

Two wild paths, one is that every improvement basically relies on refining the body to pull the qi cultivation to advance, and no one has taught it since Jin Dan, and the other is that he has always relied on a crystal space to cultivate, and he has never had a master.

This is also because both of them are extremely talented, and they don't have this ability in just over ten years, from a beginner in cultivation to a handful of great cultivators, and they have been killed by bloody rain all the way, but they are not the kind of babies in the greenhouse garden.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at it one by one, the more he looked at it, the more confused he became, the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, he glanced at Xiang'er who was dazed and wanted to doze off, shook his head, polished his eyes, and continued to look down.

His brows furrowed, he never stretched out, and when he simply looked through dozens of exercises, Zhang Xiaohu stopped, looked at the pile of exercises in front of him and was stunned.

It seems that he has caught a glimmer of light, but for a while, he can't grasp what it is.

Zhang Xiaohu's fingers lightly grasped the exercises, practicing qi, practicing qi, practicing qi.

There are different names, but the strength segments are almost the same, Zhuji, Jindan, Yuanying, there is no difference between the exercises here and Xiang'er's, they are all over at this stage, maybe only Yuanying monks have come, maybe better exercises have not been found, and Zhang Xiaohu is not clear.

What was that feeling just now?

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help it, and looked at the exercises again, and the nearly 100 exercises that were neatly placed suddenly became a pile, and he just flipped through each book a few times and picked up the next one, and saw that the fragrance next to him was all gone.

"Brother Xiaohu, what are you looking for?"

Xiang'er stretched out her hand and pressed it on Zhang Xiaohu's hand, "Brother Xiaohu, you're tired, can you take a break?"

Biting his lower lip and looking at him nervously, Zhang Xiaohu stopped, for a while, exhaled, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's just a little impatient."

Xiang'er pursed her lips, "No matter, you rest first, and watch it later"

Zhang Xiaohu helplessly raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, don't look at it"

said that he didn't look at it, but his eyes glanced at the exercise again, and Xiang'er reached out angrily and pressed it, "Don't show it"

Zhang Xiaohu was suddenly stunned, and looked at Xiang'er's hand blankly, Xiang'er slowly raised her hand and waved it lightly in front of his eyes, "Brother Little Tiger, Brother Little Tiger"

"I see"

Zhang Xiaohu jumped up, took Xiang'er in his arms and spun around a few times, and then quickly looked at the exercises, and kept sorting them.

Xiang'er was ashamed and silent, and watched with a red face.

As long as it's not a problem, it's fine, but there can be more hugs like this, and Xiang'er is sweet in her heart.

In a blink of an eye, the exercises in front of him were divided into several piles, Zhang Xiaohu pointed with a smile and said, "Xiang'er, look at why you want to divide it like this"

Xiang'er picked up a copy and looked at it a few times, then picked it up and looked at it a few times, and finally shook her head and looked at him with big eyes and puzzled, they are all practicing qigong, there is no difference.

"These are the ones who cultivate the lower dantian"

Zhang Xiaohu pointed to the largest pile and said, "These are the middle dantian, these are the upper dantian, and these..."

Picking up the two or three copies with the least number on the ground, Zhang Xiaohu slapped them on his hands, "These are built in the acupoints on the body to store power space."

Xiang'er looked at him blankly and shook her head stupidly, "And then?"

Zhang Xiaohu said with a smile, "Our exercises have no place to store strength, in other words, every cell of ours can store it, but if we build such a space in our body, or if there is such a space in every cell, do you think our strength will increase greatly?"