Blessings and misfortunes have always been interdependent.

There is a high probability that helping people will not return, but Zhang Chong and Yourong have to take this risk.

They really need a higher level of strength.

can make many people in Zhangjiazhuang disappear quietly, and they will inevitably face immigrants, even those who have been practicing for a long time.

If they hadn't even entered the threshold of cultivation, it would have been extremely difficult to track down and rescue them in this matter, and there would be a high probability of losing their lives.

But it's something that needs to be done.

Those are all people of the same clan and clan, and it is difficult for Zhang Chong to be so cold-blooded that he ignores them.

His heart can be hard, but he will never be cold to himself.

In the rugged mountain road, there was an extra person on Zhang Chong's back.

The whereabouts of the group of four people were in a hurry, but the Rong family did not forget to cover up a little in the rear, trying to lose the direction that the Golden Toad King was tracking.

Some small means may not be of much use, but they are cumulative, which can most likely prolong the time for the opponent to chase and kill.

"Only by continuous accumulation can many things fall into place!"

Yourong also tried his best to teach his son, who had become a member of the entrants.

"Our strength is not strong, if we don't do things that accumulate over time, not to mention that the water will come naturally, and it may be extravagant to see a trace of water irrigation canals" Zhang Zhong said in a sullen voice: "Step by step may not be able to ascend, but it is better than not accumulating." ”

The husband and wife may have felt something, and tried their best to teach Zhang Xuezhou.

"That's right, learning is a process that accumulates day by day, and there is no shortcut at all!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, very much agreeing with the words and deeds of the parents.

Many words and deeds are a reflection of his reality.

His recent cumulative results are very good, and after challenging the monthly ranking again, Zhang Xuezhou has stepped into the 153rd place of Yucai Middle School.

This is related to his continuous extension of study time, but the longer he studies seriously, the deeper his accumulation will be, and he will usher in a rapid rise in the ranking.

This rate of increase is likely to advance dozens of places in more than ten days, and will not slow down until we step into a real watershed of honor students.

If it weren't for the symptoms of schizophrenia, Zhang Xuezhou was very sure that he would definitely be one of the top students.

In addition to his daily studies over the years, he has not stopped during the winter and summer vacations.

Knowing your weaknesses, if you don't make good use of the time to make up for it, you will definitely not even have the slightest possibility of catching up.

Zhang Chonghe Yourong taught on the one hand, but Zhang Xuezhou thought about the other aspect, feeling that he was a person who was constantly accumulating.

When the day comes, he will be able to get a scholarship to see a doctor.

The conditioning tips provided by Ren Anran sounded like a big road, but Zhang Xuezhou somehow had a sense of mysteriousness in practice.

He didn't know if it was because he was sick and caused a misunderstanding in his thinking, or if the conditioning tips that Ren Anran gave him really worked wonders.

This issue requires further communication between him and Ren Anran.

"Who?"

When Zhang Xuezhou's mind was a little fluttering, he only heard the wind-breaking knife that Zhang was carrying out of the sheath, and he shouted violently, and there was suddenly a trace of coldness in the rugged mountain and forest paths.

"As soon as the calculation sounds, the gold ten thousand taels, the gold ten thousand taels have seen all the Taoist friends!"

When Zhang Chong's eyes swept behind him, he saw a golden-robed Taoist figure walking out from behind a big tree.

The other party held a golden calculation chip, bowed and saluted, looking extremely gentle.

But the appearance of the golden-robed Taoist made everyone's hearts tighten.

There is no other reason for this, although the golden-robed Daoist has human behavior, the other party's face is not completely human.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at it, and saw that the gold-robed Taoist's cheeks were bulging, like a piece of film, constantly rising and falling.

The speckled golden patterns appeared on the other party's face, as if they were wearing some kind of mask, and there was a bit of weirdness in the hideousness.

When the Taoist spoke, a scarlet slender tongue of twenty centimeters unconsciously swept over the edge of his lips.

Zhang Xuezhou inexplicably remembered that the second elder Zhang Houtu mentioned that there was a kind of hanged ghost with a long tongue in the world in order to intimidate them into obedience.

"There are hanged ghosts in this world!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered slightly, he took a step back and hid behind the non-return.

"He's not a hangman......"

"Why do you insult people's innocence, Lao Tzu is a demon, not a ghost, a thing with no eyes, what Jin Ye hates most in his life is that he has no eyes......"

He barely opened his eyes and glanced at it, then whispered.

But he didn't finish explaining in a low voice, Jin Wan's expressions seemed to be greatly insulted, his sharp eyes swept over Zhang Xuezhou, and he scolded Zhang Xuezhou.

This kind of demon is completely different from the demon in Zhang Xuezhou's impression of the demon who has killed countless people, and Zhang Xuezhou can't help but feel relieved.

But then he heard the sound of Zhang Chong's extremely rapid knife.

'Ding'

An extremely crisp touch sounded, and Zhang Zhong's right hand holding the knife shook slightly, and he took an unnatural step back.

"There is no difference between the force of his tongue and the blow of his bow and arrow, keep your distance, don't let him get close!"

Zhang Zhong carried the wind-breaking knife, and his heart was tense for a while.

If it weren't for Jin Wanliang being dozens of meters away from them, his eyes wouldn't have been able to catch the other party's blow at all.

Only by keeping enough distance to defend can he barely stop the big demon.

When Zhang Zhong spoke, Rong raised his hand to pull the bow, and a feather arrow had already left the string.

"Wow!"

In the middle of the mountain road, the golden-robed Taoist jumped at the feather arrow that was approaching him in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared.

"Don't look for him, let's go, he shrank when he dodged the bow and arrows, we have to hurry back to the Taoist Temple while he transforms into a demon body!"

When Zhang Zhong and the others had not yet studied and understood, they had already had a quick explanation and voice urging.

"Demons are also afraid of bows and arrows?"

When Zhang Xuezhou ran away, he couldn't help but ask some questions related to whether he wanted to return.

"I'm still afraid that you will cut my neck with a knife, do you think that the great cultivator is not afraid of anything, but the Lord Chao of my realm was beheaded by assassins in the downtown in previous years, and it is not uncommon for a five-grade demon to be afraid of bows and arrows!"

His gaze swept over Zhang Xuezhou.

Perhaps it was the entrants who showed extraordinary skills that made Zhang Xuezhou have some kind of illusion, thinking that the entrants were extraordinary, and they completely crushed ordinary people.

But immigrants also distinguish between cultural and martial arts.

Cultivators are good at mystical arts, possessing all kinds of weird and magical abilities, the higher the realm, the more transcendent abilities there are, while martial cultivators are strong and have great power to burst out at short distances.

There is a specialization in arts, the great cultivators of cultural cultivation are not afraid of the invasion of small techniques, and the great cultivators of martial arts are not afraid of low-level sword techniques, but the intersection of the two has produced completely different effects.

The great cultivators of Wen Xiu are afraid of the sudden attack of the sword, and the great cultivators of Wu Xiu may also be pulled out of the balance of battle by some small techniques.

Each of them has its own way, and each has its own corresponding shortcomings, and no one can achieve absolute invincibility.

How to play to your strengths and avoid weaknesses, how to maintain your own advantages, how to avoid falling into disadvantages, how to tap your opponent's weaknesses, how to break through the opponent, how to sit on one side's power match......

Cultivation is not about constantly hitting the realm upwards, but also about perfecting oneself and a pair of wise eyes in order to win in the battle.

Each level of realm is different, but the outcome of the battle is not determined by the realm of cultivation alone.

This is also the main reason why Su Bugui is willing to bet on Zhang Zhong and others and let the other party assist him.

And right now, it was not the crazy Jin Toad Dharma King who came to chase him, but the other party's apprentice Sun Jin Wanliang, who was sure in his heart, and felt that his life was probably picked up.