"This spiritual strengthening chapter is quoted from my encounter with Dr. Ren Anran when I was eighteen years old..."
"Tell me the key points and tell me directly how to practice!"
Zhang Xuezhou carefully thought about stalling for time, but Song Xianzhong was very aware of Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts.
But Song Xianzhong had to let Zhang Xuezhou delay.
At the moment, he could only urge and threaten with a bad look in his eyes.
"Then I will start to talk about how to practice the spiritual strengthening chapter. The practice of this spiritual strengthening chapter originates from the brain. Its first step..."
Not only was he verbose when he spoke, he also kept repeating nonsense.
But Zhang Xuezhou mixed some real content into the nonsense, which made Song Xianzhong want to attack but had to hold it back.
Zhang Manqian is more familiar with Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying think their son is great, Wang Li is following a reliable figure, and everyone's expressions are solemn and defensive, but there is no other abnormal expression.
Only Song Sijia was surprised.
She didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou could really communicate normally with this crazy grandfather.
Zhang Xuezhou was stalling for time. Everyone including Song Xianzhong knew that Zhang Xuezhou was stalling for time, but Zhang Xuezhou did it.
Compared to Song Sijia's desperate attempt before, Zhang Xuezhou solved the problem easily with his mouth.
"We can only wait and see if Chairman Changkong and others can get here safely!"
Song Sijia held her throat and let out a low moan.
Whether many people can survive to the end, Song Sijia thinks who is the big shot who needs help.
As long as one of the top five masters of the Red Alliance Sequence Committee can come over normally, they will all be able to escape safely.
But it is difficult for Song Sijia to determine whether many important people can pass through the Song family area safely.
"Target No. 1 confirmed!"
"Target No. 2 confirmed!"
"Target No. 4 confirmed!"
An extremely mechanical electronic sound sounded from Song Xianzhong's waist. Song Sijia's body went cold and she looked at Song Xianzhong with a cold expression.
"It's just a regular visitor, keep talking, don't stop!"
Song Xianzhong looked at Zhang Xuezhou who paused at a key point and motioned for Zhang Xuezhou to continue explaining.
Song Xianzhong knew Ren Yisheng, but Song Xianzhong did not have any friendly relationship with Ren Yisheng. Only his second son Song Buer had a closer relationship with Ren Yisheng.
But Ren's life was in ruins, and it was difficult for the Ren family to find any treasures after being squeezed dry.
Song Xianzhong lacked attention to Ren Sheng, and was even less interested in any topic that Song Buer mentioned about Ren Sheng.
It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou told the relevant story that Song Xianzhong felt a trace of regret.
Maybe he should have listened more to Song Buer before, instead of being obsessed with the pursuit of genetic drugs.
The blood potion can give him sufficient genetic fighting ability, and the nourishment of the body can keep his body strong as a middle-aged man, but his real trouble lies in his mental clarity.
This is the main cause of this vicious turmoil in the Song family.
Song Ziwen believed that he had lost his mind at that moment, but Song Xianzhong did not agree that he was as ignorant as a beast at that time and still had his own consciousness.
Killings and counterattacks occurred in a short period of time, which triggered more arrangements to target them.
Song Xianzhong, who was like a beast, might die, but as he still had some sanity, he could not die from the thermal weapon he was most familiar with.
Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's narration, Song Xianzhong inadvertently touched his waist with his fingers.
He could maintain the confrontation with Zhang Xuezhou and enter into temporary peace talks, but Song Xianzhong didn't know whether he had the qualifications to do so when facing Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, and Zhu Bufan.
Zhang Xuezhou's endless introduction was still ringing in his ears, while Song Xianzhong's attention almost entirely fell on the alarm on his waist.
"You will not negotiate peace with me. Your purpose here is either to kill me or to break my hands and feet, leaving me to die in mourning. Only... only..."
Looking at himself who was injured, he looked at Zhang Xuezhou and others who were injured.
Song Xianzhong feels that only when the two sides have been traumatized to a certain extent can the two sides communicate calmly.
At that time, Zhang Kongluo and others might be able to speak properly instead of relying on their numbers and strength to suppress him.
"Three, two, one..."
Originally, he wanted to take Chang Kongluo and wait for the sequence master who came to the Song family to end his life on the road, but under the conditions of possible survival, Song Xianzhong hesitated for two seconds before pressing the control button of the secret key.
"boom!"
Like a bolt from the blue, a loud sound penetrated the Imperial City area.
Zhang Xuezhou stopped talking nonsense. He just waved his hand to signal everyone to squat down, and then there was a shaking feeling from the indoor shooting range.
Many soundproof glass shattered at this moment, violent air waves mixed with various debris poured in crazily.
Wang Li, who was leaning against the electronic door, just made a defensive gesture, and then he and the door were knocked away.
As soon as Zhang Xuezhou squatted down, his body was bumped into by several people one after another. When he felt the huge pain of the gunshot wound in his chest, Zhang Manqian, who had endured the repeated hits, forcibly raised his arms to defend himself.
"Tai Qing Zhen Jutsu!"
Zhang Xuezhou whispered, and when the magic power in his palms rippled, a palm was also printed on Zhang Manqian's body.
As the hot blood swept across his face, Zhang Xuezhou glanced sideways at Song Xianzhong, who was nearly a hundred meters away, and then pulled the trigger.
As the instigator, Song Xianzhong obviously found a safer area instead of hiding behind the door like them.
The shock wave and countless fragments swept across, and Song Xianzhong's body only shook slightly.
But his face immediately turned red, and while he was clenching his waist, he looked at the chaotic and tumbling area.
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, and he had no obligation to inform these people to stand in a safer position.
But he never thought that he would encounter a stray bullet in this situation.
He couldn't believe that a person could shoot him accurately when he was hit by an explosion. No one could achieve this kind of aim. 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 still needs to rely on sufficient physical instinct.
He had listened to Zhang Xuezhou's explanation of mental strengthening, and felt that this ability, similar to that of a monk's meditation, could guide concentration, but it was not enough to allow the opponent to shoot with perfect accuracy, let alone hit him if he was hit by an explosion.
"Bang!"
Mixed in with the huge noise caused by 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 jumped up, ignoring the blood flowing through his muscles when dozens of glass fragments were ejected.
His five fingers took on the shape of sharp claws, and suction cup-like particles sprouted from the palms of his hands. The rapid switching of genetic abilities allowed Song Xianzhong to easily cross a falling steel frame and avoid a falling steel plate when he stretched out his hand.
The distance of 100 meters is not that far, and it only takes more than ten seconds for an ordinary person to sprint.
For master sequencers like Song Xianzhong, the 100-meter sprint takes even less time.
Although the indoor shooting range was disrupted by the shock wave of the explosion, he used his genetic ability to pass through the obstacles and cut into Zhang Xuezhou's side. The time would not change much.
It wasn't until the third gunshot was fired and the severe pain of a broken left finger came that Song Xianzhong's confidence faded.
"The gun went off!"
The sound of gasping explanations came. When Song Xianzhong came to his senses slightly, he only heard a gunshot, and then there was pain in his left foot.
In addition, he had been shot in the right hand by Zhang Xuezhou before. When they met again, he had three injuries on his limbs, making it difficult for him to regain the flexibility he had before.
The hundred-meter distance that used to be a leisurely stroll was now a distance that Song Xianzhong found difficult to walk.
Changkongluo and others haven't arrived yet, and the signs of his defeat have already become obvious.
What he faced was not just a marksman geek, but also a young master who was good at understanding psychology and seizing fighting opportunities.
