"This spiritual strengthening chapter is quoted when I met Dr. Ren Anran when I was eighteen years old......"

"Let's talk about the point, and let's talk about how to practice!"

Zhang Xuezhou was cautious about delaying time, while Song Xianzhong was very aware of Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts.

But Song Xianzhong had to let Zhang Xuezhou delay time.

He could only urge continuously, and his eyes were not good at threatening.

"Then I'll start talking about how to practice the spiritual enhancement chapter, the practice of this spiritual enhancement chapter originates from the brain domain, and it ...... the first step."

When he speaks, he is not only verbose, but also repeats nonsense.

But Zhang Xuezhou mixed some real content in his nonsense, which made Song Xianzhong repeatedly want to make trouble and had to hold back.

Zhang Manqian is more familiar with Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying think that their son is great, Wang Li follows a reliable thigh, and there is no other color when everyone looks solemn and defensive.

Only Song Sijia was surprised.

She didn't expect Zhang Xuezhou to really be able to communicate normally with this crazy grandfather.

Zhang Xuezhou is stalling for time, and everyone, including Song Xianzhong, knows that Zhang Xuezhou is stalling for time, but Zhang Xuezhou just did it.

Compared with Song Sijia's desperate fight before, Zhang Xuezhou easily solved the problem by relying on his mouth.

"We can only see if Chairman Changkong and the others can get here safely!"

Song Sijia gripped her throat and let out a low moan.

Whether many people can survive to the end, Song Sijia feels that who is the big man who needs to be helped.

As long as the top five masters of the Red Alliance Sequence Committee can come over normally, they may all be able to escape safely.

But whether many big names can safely pass through the Song family area is something that Song Sijia is difficult to determine.

"Target Number 1 confirmed!"

"Target No. 2 confirmed!"

"Target Four confirmed!"

An extremely mechanical electronic sound sounded from Song Xianzhong's waist, and Song Sijia's body was cold, and he looked at Song Xianzhong, who was cold.

"It's just a regular visit, go on, don't stop!"

Song Xianzhong looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who stopped at the key point, and motioned for Zhang Xuezhou to continue explaining.

Song Xianzhong knew Ren Sheng, but Song Xianzhong and Ren Sheng did not have any friendly relationship, only his second son Song Buer had a close relationship with Ren Sheng.

But Ren Life belongs to the broken household, and it is difficult for the Ren family who has been squeezed dry to dig up any treasures.

Song Xianzhong lacked attention to Ren Sheng, and he was not interested in Song Buier's opening to mention any topic in Ren Sheng.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou told the story that Song Xianzhong had a trace of regret.

Maybe he should have listened to Song Buer's words more before, instead of indulging in the pursuit of genetic drugs.

The blood potion can give him ample genetic fighting ability, and the nourishment of his body can keep him physically strong as a middle-aged man, but his real trouble lies in his sanity.

This is the main reason for the vicious turmoil of the Song family.

Song Ziwen thought that he had lost his mind at that moment, while Song Xianzhong did not agree that he was as ignorant as a beast at that time, and he still had his own consciousness.

Kills and counterattacks occur in a short period of time, which in turn induces more deployed means to target.

Song Xianzhong, who is like a beast, may die, but he still has a remnant of his sanity, and it is impossible for him to die under the hot weapon he is most familiar with.

Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's repeated narration, Song Xianzhong's fingers inadvertently touched his waist.

He can maintain a standoff with Zhang Xuezhou and fall into temporary peace talks, but Song Xianzhong doesn't know if he has this qualification when facing Zhou Xin, Changkongluo, and Zhu Bufan.

Zhang Xuezhou's chattering introduction was still in his ears, and Song Xianzhong's attention fell almost entirely on the siren on his waist.

"You will not make peace with me, you have come here either to kill me or to break my hands and feet, and to let me die in wailing, only ...... Only ......"

looked at the injured himself, and then looked at the injured Zhang Xuezhou and others.

Song Xianzhong felt that only when they were traumatized to a certain extent could the two sides communicate calmly.

At that time, Changkongluo and the others might be able to speak well, instead of relying on numbers and strength to suppress him.

"Three, two, one......"

Originally, he wanted to drag Changkongluo and wait for the Song family to end his life Sequence Master on the road together, but under the condition that it was possible to survive, Song Xianzhong hesitated for two seconds before pressing the control button of the secret key.

"Boom!"

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, a tremor pierced through the Imperial City area.

Zhang Xuezhou's mouth stopped talking nonsense, and he just waved his hand to signal everyone to squat, and the shaking sensation of the indoor shooting range came immediately.

Many soundproof glasses shattered in unison at this moment, and the violent air waves mixed with all kinds of debris poured in frantically.

Wang Li, who was leaning on the electronic door, just made a defensive gesture, and then was knocked away with the door.

Zhang Xuezhou's body squatted, his body had been hit by several people in a row, and when the huge pain of the gunshot wound in his chest came, he was forced to stand up by Zhang Manqian, who had been hit again and again, and his arms were forced to defend himself under him.

"It's too halal!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted in a low voice, and when the mana of his palm rippled, a palm was also imprinted on Zhang Manqian's body.

The blood poured on his face swept over, Zhang Xuezhou glanced sideways at Song Xianzhong, who was nearly a hundred meters away, and then pulled the trigger.

As the initiator, Song Xianzhong obviously found a safer area, rather than hiding behind the door like them.

The shock wave and countless fragments swept by, and Song Xianzhong's body only shook slightly.

But his face turned red, and he looked at the chaotic tumbling area as he clutched his waist.

It was impossible for Song Xianzhong to tell the other party the exact time when he was going to detonate the rocket launcher and explosives, let alone inform these people to stand in a safer position.

But he never imagined that he would encounter a stray bullet in this situation.

He couldn't believe that a person could shoot at him with unmistakable accuracy when he was hit by someone in an explosion, no one could do that kind of aiming, it could only be a stray bullet, and it could only be a stray bullet.

Song Xianzhong's judgment is not surprising, even if it is a blind shot, it also needs to rely on enough physical instinct.

He had listened to Zhang Xuezhou's explanation of spiritual strengthening, and felt that this kind of ascetic meditation-like ability could guide concentration, but it was not enough for the opponent to shoot every shot, let alone shoot him in the event of an explosion.

"Bang!"

Mixed with the loud noise from the aftermath of the shock, a gunshot rang out again.

The pain of being shot for the second time came, and Song Xianzhong could no longer stick to his judgment.

He leapt to his feet, oblivious to the blood that flowed through the muscles as dozens of shards of glass ejected.

His five fingers took on the shape of sharp claws, and particles like suckers were born in the palms of his hands, and the rapid switch of genetic abilities allowed Song Xianzhong to reach out and easily cross a falling steel frame and avoid a falling steel plate.

The distance of 100 meters is not far, and it only takes more than ten seconds for ordinary people to sprint.

For a master of sequencers like Song Xianzhong, the time for the 100-meter sprint is shorter.

Although the indoor shooting range was confused by the shockwave of the explosion, he used his genetic ability, and the time it took for the shuttle obstacle to cut into Zhang Xuezhou's side would not change much.

It wasn't until the third gunshot that the huge pain of a broken left finger came, and Song Xianzhong's self-confidence faded.

"This gun went off!"

The sound of wheezing and muttering came to explain, and when Song Xianzhong came back to his senses slightly, he only heard a gunshot, and then there was a labor pain in his left foot.

In addition, he was shot by Zhang Xuezhou and injured his right hand before, and when he looked at his face again, he had already suffered three injuries to his limbs, and it was difficult to have the flexibility he had before.

The 100-meter distance of a leisurely walk in the past is now the distance that Song Xianzhong is difficult to walk through.

Changkong Luo and the others have not yet come, and the signs of his current defeat have entered an obvious level.

He is not just a spearman, but also a young master who is good at mastering psychology and seizing the opportunity of battle.