Zhang Rongfang's relaxed legs, together with his lower back, suddenly became hot.
Countless heat currents surged and stirred in the body.
His mind began to feel dizzy, and he recalled the scene where he had practiced the steps of dragon and snake swimming countless times.
As the memory continued to be repeated, Zhang Rongfang's legs gradually began to swell and become stronger and stronger.
The leg bones were also slightly elongated, causing his entire height to be at least three centimeters higher.
The muscles are constantly being torn and reorganized, becoming stronger again and again from being ordinary before.
This phenomenon lasted for several minutes and then slowly ended.
call....
Under the candlelight, Zhang Rongfang stood up from the chair and moved his legs.
At this time, he felt that the strength of his waist and legs was much stronger than before. Moreover, the pace and mind of the Dragon Snake Lifting Technique was extremely proficient in his mind.
With his heart moving, Zhang Rongfang suddenly jumped forward.
hiss....
He bowed and walked, his body close to the ground, his steps were dense and brisk, and he made a faint snaking sound.
The sound is not loud, much quieter than the footsteps of ordinary people.
If you are in a mountain forest, it will easily be obscured by the sound of wind and leaves.
For a time, in the small space in the room, Zhang Rongfang ran back and forth five or six times in just a few seconds.
He stopped suddenly, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, and his movements changed very quickly.
"Good exercise!"
Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but praise. He felt that although the Dragon Snake Lifting Technique did not improve his overall strength, it greatly improved the strength and movement of his legs.
Moreover, after practicing this technique, his speed was much faster than before.
'The speed is increased, and if you use it with Yue Xingfu to sprint and attack, the power will be much greater.'
Zhang Rongfang was satisfied.
Facts have proved that he chose bad and easy-to-learn exercises and piled them up to master, which was indeed the right way.
At least it can improve his actual combat ability in a very short period of time.
After using up his attribute points and improving his skills, Zhang Rongfang was satisfied. He washed his face and feet and went to sleep.
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Bang!
Xiao Rong's face turned livid, and he hit the armrest of the seat with a palm, breaking the armrest into several sections and scattering them to the ground.
He looked at the letter paper placed on the tea table in front of him and the handwriting written on it, and his chest kept rising and falling violently.
Jiao Teng, Zhao Dancong, and Hong Da stood aside with the same angry expressions on their faces.
"Jiao Teng... what do you think, junior sister!!? Now that I'm gone, what's the use of you coming back alone!?"
Zhao Dancong's face was distorted, he stared at Jiao Teng and scolded angrily.
"Disciple...is guilty! I just went to the hut...who would have thought..."
Jiao Teng looked guilty and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing towards Xiao Rong.
"Stop arguing. The only good news now is that the other party has other agendas and won't do anything to Junior Sister. We must redeem him as soon as possible." Hong Da said in a deep voice.
"The letter mentioned that only the master is allowed to go down the mountain to the agreed place." He continued, "But we can follow quietly behind and be ready to provide support at any time."
"We can arrest people from Qinghe Palace... Where is Chen Wuyou??!" Xiao Rong suddenly asked.
"I have gone to find him, and he...is indeed not in his room." Jiao Teng said solemnly. "Junior sister is in the Taoist palace. If she is forcibly taken away in front of many Taoists, she will definitely have the opportunity to scream.
But she didn't scream. Obviously...the only people who can make her cooperate like this are the people she knows and trusts the most."
"Chen Wuyou!!!" Zhao Dacong gritted his teeth in anger. "I knew it was him!"
"Where is Zhang Rongfang? Is this possible?" Xiao Rong took a deep breath and asked.
"Impossible! Junior Sister Xiaoying has never trusted Junior Brother Rongfang! Master, you still don't believe that Junior Brother Rongfang was wronged!?" Zhao Dacong asked in a loud voice, with an ugly expression.
"Pack your things and go down the mountain together tomorrow!" Xiao Rong did not answer, "Hongda, don't go. Tell the prison exactly what happened. He will know what to do."
"Yes! Master!" Hongda said solemnly, cupping his fists.
"Green Scallion, Jiao Teng, you two follow me. Let's pay attention to the noise and don't be discovered. Find each other first. It's important to save people!" Xiao Rong ordered.
"This time we are rescuing people, the number of people is high, but it is not expensive. Everyone, please bring the communication tube. Once Xiaoying is safely rescued, launch it immediately so that the people from the prison can be surrounded and suppressed."
"yes!"
Several people responded together.
It's just that although Jiao Teng sang in harmony, there was a faint flash of strange color in his eyes.
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The next day.
Zhang Xuan's attic backyard.
Zhang Xuan was not here, but Zhang Xintai and Zhang Rongfang were walking around in the courtyard, fists touching each other, and carefully devising moves.
Zhang Xintai held one hand behind his back and dealt with it with one hand, and looked calm.
As a second-level player, he is much stronger than Zhang Rongfang in terms of strength, speed, and explosiveness.
After all, Zhang Rongfang is only at the muscle-strengthening level, and his physical fitness in all aspects has not yet been developed to the highest level.
Not long after, Zhang Xintai used one hand to swing his moves and took a step back.
"Okay, we're almost done with the demolition. Let's take a rest first."
"Okay." Zhang Rongfang nodded.
"By the way, Rong Fang, I saw Xiao Rong and several of his disciples going down the mountain this morning. Judging from their expressions, something must have happened. Do you know the news?" Zhang Xintai inquired curiously.
"Going down the mountain?" Zhang Rongfang shook his head. "Senior brother and I came back together, and we never left the room. What can we know?"
"I also heard..." Before Zhang Xintai could finish his words, a burst of inquiries came from outside the door.
"Senior Brother Zhang Xintai is here. I have something to call you in the prison. Please go to Xuanxin Hall to gather."
His voice was clear and steady, and he left quickly after speaking.
"It's so urgent. It seems there is something urgent. I'll take a step first and talk later." Zhang Xintai heard the sound and said to Zhang Rongfang.
Without any delay, he quickly walked out of the backyard, exited through the back door, and headed towards Xuanxin Hall.
Zhang Rongfang stood there and recalled what Senior Brother Zhang Xintai said. Inexplicably, it was combined with the scene where he met Taoist Qishan escorting the box last night.
"Is it possible that something really happened?"
Standing on the same spot, he practiced the Vigor Talisman Misty Step again, but unfortunately he was restless and worried about Senior Sister Zhao Dancong, so he lost concentration and the effect was not good.
He didn't force it at the moment, left the attic and returned to his room.
As soon as he took out the key and opened the door, Zhang Rongfang saw a note on his desk.
"Um??"
He glanced around the note and his eyes fell on the slightly wider window slit.
It must have been squeezed in through the crack in the window.
Stepping forward, Zhang Rongfang carefully opened the note with a rag and his hands.
There was a line written on the note: Be careful of Chen Wuyou and his son.
The handwriting is crooked and seems to be difficult to write.
Zhang Rongfang recognized it at a glance and it was written by Senior Sister Zhao Dacong.
When Zhao Dacong was a child, his family favored boys over girls and he had no chance to go to school to learn Chinese characters, so he began to learn slowly when he arrived at the Qinghe Palace.
On weekdays, she often asks Zhang Rongfang some writing questions.
That's why Zhang Rongfang was able to recognize that it was written by Senior Sister Zhao Dacong.
He held the note.
'Senior sister, why are you sending me a note at this time? She should have known for a long time that I have always suspected that Chen Wuyou is...'
‘The handwriting is indeed written by senior sister, unless someone is good at copying handwriting.
So, why is she sending me a note at this time?'
He was puzzled, so he simply held the note and went out to find Zhao Dancong.
This time is still morning, he is rotating today and does not need to do morning classes.
Along the alleyway, we came to the disciple's house where Zhao Dancong lived.
The door to the room was locked, but it was empty and no one was inside.
Zhang Rongfang quickly went to the martial arts dojo, where Zhao Dacong often practiced martial arts.
No one is there either.
There was still no one in the secret martial arts training space in the back mountain.
At this time, Zhang Rongfang felt vaguely that something was wrong.
Returning to the disciples' room, he quickly asked a few passing disciples.
"Senior Sister Zhao, did you see Master Mingguang going down the mountain together early in the morning?" A handyman disciple asked in surprise.
"Early this morning?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"Yes, there are several other disciples of Master Mingguang, and senior brother Jiao Tengjiao is also with us." The handyman disciple replied.
"Any idea where they went?"
"I don't know, but you can ask Senior Brother Hongda and Senior Sister Chen Hui. They are still staying on the mountain. I just sent a change of shoes."
"Thank you!"
Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists, turned around and left quickly.
He didn't care what happened to Xiao Rong. The original favor, which he had helped several times, had been repaid when he was finally expelled from the school.
But Senior Sister Zhao Dacong took good care of him. This time, Senior Sister came to pass the note for no reason, and something might have happened.
Otherwise, why didn't she come and talk to him face to face instead of using a note? This method was obviously very unfamiliar to her.
The most likely possibility is that she didn't have time to tell him in person and it was inconvenient for her to come to him and tell him.
Judging from the actions taken down the mountain early this morning.
It is possible that Xiao Rong encountered something, so he took Senior Sister Zhao Dacong and others down the mountain with him.
The matter may be urgent....
Without stopping, Zhang Rongfang immediately went to the room where Hong Da lived.
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Thirteen miles away from Qinghe Palace, beside a pool.
The thin waterfall fell vertically from a high place, crashing into the small green water pool below, splashing up pieces of water and wet mist.
The group of people, dressed in white and blue Taoist robes, walked quickly through the forest and came to the waterhole.
"It's right here." The old man who took the lead wore gray gloves on his hands, a pair of close-fitting cowhide boots on his feet, and his arms were tied with slender cloth belts.
His eyes were sharp and there was a hint of anxiety on his face.
This person is Xiao Rong, the master who just came down from the mountain.
Standing behind him were his disciples Jiao Teng and Zhao Dacong.
The three of them searched nearby for a long time, but no one else was found.
In the end, I had no choice but to come here first as agreed.
"Someone is coming!" Jiao Teng reminded suddenly, pointing to the woodland on the other side of the pool.
Xiao Rong and the others quickly looked there, and sure enough they saw several thin, masked men, carrying a mess of weapons and escorting a familiar figure, slowly walking out of the woods.
The three of them took a closer look and found that the figure was Xiao Rong's daughter, Xiao Qingying, whom they had been looking for.
At this time, Xiao Qingying's clothes were still intact, but a rag was stuffed in her mouth, and she was whimpering and unable to speak.
"Xiaoying! You..." Xiao Rong suddenly became excited and took a step forward.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back.
Bang!!
A strong force hit him hard on the back from behind.
Xiao Rong was beaten on the spot and fell forward, feeling a tightness in his chest.
puff.
He opened his mouth and vomited out a large mouthful of blood.