fifth form

Chapter 25 The Golden Toad Demon Jin Wanliang
Fortune and misfortune have always been interdependent.

Failing to do so would most likely lead to disaster, but Zhang Zhong and You Rong had no choice but to take this risk.

They do need higher strength.

For many people in Zhangjiazhuang to disappear without a sound, they must face immigrants, even those who have practiced for a long time.

If they have not even entered the threshold of practice, it will be extremely difficult to track down and rescue them, and there is a high probability of losing their lives.

But this is something that must be done.

They were all people from the same clan as him, so Zhang Zhong was too cold-blooded to ignore them.

His heart can be hard, but he is never cold to his own people.

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

The group of four moved in a hurry, but Mrs. Rong did not forget to cover up a little behind, trying to lose the direction of Jin Chan Dharma King's pursuit.

Some small tricks may not be of much use, but if they accumulate a lot, there is a high probability that they can prolong the opponent's pursuit.

"Only by continuous accumulation can many things come to fruition!"

You Rong also tried his best to teach his son, who has become a member of the immigrants.

"Our strength is not strong in the first place. If we don't do the things we have accumulated over time, let alone seeing a trace of water irrigate the canal, it may be an extravagant hope." It’s better not to accumulate.”

The husband and wife may have felt something, and tried to teach Zhang Xuezhou as much as possible.

"You're right, learning is a gradual process, and there is no shortcut!"

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

Many words and deeds are the reflection of his reality.

His recent accumulative results are very good. After challenging the monthly rankings again, Zhang Xuezhou has stepped into the third place in the 150th place of Yucai Middle School.

This is related to his continuously prolonging the study time, but the longer he spends studying hard, the more profound his accumulation will be, and he will usher in a rapid rise in ranking.

This rising speed is likely to advance dozens of places in more than ten days, and it will not slow down until it reaches a real watershed for top students.

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

In addition to his daily studies, he has never stopped during winter and summer vacations.

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

What Zhang Zhong and You Rong taught was one aspect, but Zhang Xuezhou associated it with another aspect, feeling that he himself is a person who is constantly accumulating.

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

The recuperation tips provided by Ren Anran sound like common goods, but Zhang Xuezhou somehow has a sense of mystical practice.

He didn't know if it was because he was ill that caused his thinking to be misunderstood, or if the recuperation tips that Ren Anran gave him were indeed miraculous.

This question requires further communication between him and Ren Anran.

"Who?"

When Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts fluttered a little, he heard Zhang Chong's Windbreaker come out of its sheath, and he yelled loudly, and the rugged mountain path suddenly felt a little colder.

"As soon as the calculation is made, Jin Wanliang, Jin Wanliang has met all fellow Taoists!"

When Zhang Chong looked behind him, he saw a golden robed Taoist walking out from behind a big tree.

The other party was holding a golden counting chip, bowing and saluting, looking very gentle.

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

There is no other reason for this. Although the golden robe Taoist has human behavior, the face of the other party is not completely human.

Zhang Xuezhou opened his eyes and saw the swollen cheeks of the golden robed Taoist, rising and falling like a thin film.

Spotted golden patterns appeared on the opponent's face, as if wearing some kind of mask, and there was a bit of weirdness in the ferociousness.

When the Taoist opened his mouth, a [-]-centimeter long scarlet tongue unconsciously brushed the edge of his lips.

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

"There are really hanged ghosts in this world!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered slightly, he took a step back and hid behind Chao Bugui.

"He's not a hanger..."

"Why do you insult people's innocence? I'm a monster, not a ghost. I'm a winkless thing. What Jin Ye hates the most in his life is the lack of wink..."

Chao Bugui reluctantly opened his eyes and took a look, then whispered.

But before he finished explaining in a low voice, Jin Wanliang looked as if he had been greatly insulted, his sharp eyes swept across Zhang Xuezhou, and he cursed at Zhang Xuezhou.

This kind of monster is completely different from the monster that has killed countless monsters in Zhang Xuezhou's impression. Zhang Xuezhou can't help feeling relieved.

But he immediately heard the sound of Zhang Zhong's knife being drawn out very quickly.

'Ding'

There was an extremely crisp touch sound, and Zhang Zhong's right hand holding the knife shook slightly, and he took a step back unnaturally.

"There is no difference between the strength of his tongue and the blow of a bow and arrow. Keep a distance and don't let him approach!"

Zhang Zhong held the Broken Wind Knife, feeling tense for a moment.

If Jin Wanliang hadn't been tens of meters away from them, his eyes wouldn't have caught the opponent's blow at all.

Only by maintaining a sufficient distance to defend, can he barely block the big monster.

When Zhang Zhong spoke, Rong raised his hand and pulled the bow, and a feathered arrow had already left the string.

"Wow!"

On the mountain road, the golden-robed Taoist jumped against the feather arrow approaching in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared.

"Don't look for him, let's go, he shrank his body while avoiding the bow and arrow, we have to hurry back to the Taoist temple while he transforms into a demon body!"

Before Zhang Zhong and others studied it clearly, Chao Bugui already had a quick explanation and vocal urging.

"Evils are also afraid of bows and arrows?"

When Zhang Xuezhou ran away, he couldn't help asking some related questions.

"I'm still afraid that you will cut my neck with a knife. You think that a great cultivator is not afraid of anything, but Mr. Chao, who was in my realm, was cut in half by assassins in the downtown area in the past. It is not uncommon for a fifth-rank monster to be afraid of bows and arrows!"

Chao Bugui glanced at Zhang Xuezhou.

Perhaps it was because the immigrants showed extraordinary skills, which gave Zhang Xuezhou a certain illusion, thinking that the immigrants were extraordinary and completely crushed ordinary people.

But immigrants also distinguish between Wenxiu and Wuxiu.

Civilian cultivators are good at mysterious arts and possess all kinds of weird and magical abilities. The higher the realm, the more various transcendent abilities, while martial cultivators have strong vitality and have the great power of short-distance bursts.

There is a specialization in art, a great practitioner of literary cultivation is not afraid of the invasion of small magic techniques, and a great practitioner of martial arts is not afraid of low-level sword skills, but the intersection of the two produces completely different effects .

Great cultivators of culture are afraid of surprise attacks by swords, and great cultivators of martial arts may also be thrown off the balance of the battle by some small techniques.

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

How to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses, how to maintain one's own advantages, how to avoid falling into disadvantages, how to exploit the opponent's weaknesses, how to defeat the opponent, how to sit on one side's power match...

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

Each level of realm is different, but the outcome of the battle is not judged solely by the realm of cultivation.

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

But at the moment, it was not the mad King Jin Chan who came to chase and kill him, but Jin Wanliang, the disciple and grandson of the other party.

(End of this chapter)