Chapter 1084 Chapter 388: Creation and Destruction

To put it bluntly, gambling is a zero-sum game. In strict competition, the loser loses as much as the winner gains.

When the two are added together, the total wealth will not change. Assuming that two people with billions of dollars gamble against each other and extend the gambling time indefinitely, even if one of them goes bankrupt, the total wealth of the two will not change at all.

For Yun's disciples, this kind of "zero-sum" business is the most inferior business.

What is worse than the "zero-sum" business is the "negative-sum" business.

For example, it is also gambling. This time, instead of two people betting against each other, an intermediary is called for justice. Every time the winner wins, the intermediary will give the intermediary a little bit of money.

Assuming that the middleman is the casino, the lottery is a rake, or the two billionaires gambling against each other, then as the gambling time increases, the total wealth of the two will decrease.

This kind of "negative sum" business usually results in the loss of many and the benefit of one family. From a long-term perspective, it is the worst business. This is why Sister Xiu'er has always looked down on Tang Luo who claims to be the **** of gamblers.

"I have a good knowledge of martial arts, and I can go to the gambling shop and bet against a group of ordinary people who fall into the eyes of the money. Isn't this shameful?"

Sister Xiu'er pushed Tang Luo's wheelchair into a secluded alley, and said as she walked: "I don't have a house. Can't you build it yourself? Sister is a martial artist! Yun's disciple specializes in Yunshou, not just for fighting! "

"A spiritual skill that is not strong in combat has no soul!"

As a master who has studied martial arts for many years, Tang Luo feels that he cannot agree with Xiu'er sister on this matter: "Build more complex spiritual power models, find the most explosive spiritual power wave frequency, and design the fastest and fastest meridian. In the end, countless actual combat verification and fine-tuning will be carried out, so what's the point of such a laborious skill if it does not pursue faster and stronger power!"

"But even if you are a professional warrior, can you fight for more than life time in your life?"

Sister Xiu'er burst into the soul: "All masters who study martial arts, like you, put all their energy into the pursuit of faster and stronger destructive spiritual skills, but creation, even if it is the most encouraging research technique. Chang, the artisans’ spiritual skills have not improved for decades. This is not because today’s constructive and functional spiritual skills have reached the peak, but the best spiritual researchers in the world, all devoted to destructive Spiritual power research."

"But what is the world like today? The combined attack of a Wuzong team from the wealthy clan can urge the city, and the powerful of the grand master is a natural disaster to walk, let alone the king level."

Unknowingly, the two people who came to a small high ground outside the city stopped. Sister Xiu'er pointed to a splendid sky curtain in the far distance and said: "Have you seen that colorful sky? It is not a spectacle, but The traces of the two saint kings fighting each other shattered the sky with just one blow. If the broken sky is not repaired in time, the gravitational force of the void will form a vortex that swallows everything, and the vitality of the world, flowers, plants, pavilions and pavilions will all become If you make ashes, there will be a barren land."

"Come and tell me, what is the result of constantly pursuing the destructive power of spiritual skills?"

Looking at the colorful sky, Sister Xiuer said quietly: "If there is a sky-shattering battle, under the hands of these powerful men, Longzhou may become a wasteland if it can't hold it for a day. At that time, Except for some powerful people who can cross the void, how should ordinary people live. At that time, even if those talented researchers want to rebuild the world, it may be too late."

Tang Luo had nothing but silence. As an excellent researcher of spiritual skills, he could not refute Sister Xiu'er's words, because he knew that what the other party said was probably reality.

Don't talk about others, just talk about himself, if the thirty-six Fallen Yuan Magnetic Beads run desperately, a thunderstorm can cover a state capital!

If it is used for slaughter, he can hardly imagine the efficiency of that slaughter, and the few masters he has seen are the same.

Movement is to inspire the evil spirits of the earth and connect the heaven and the earth. Once the power erupts, it can easily collapse mountains and rivers.

Not to mention the superior king realm powerhouse, the holy king powerhouse, once the Han clan returns to the restoration, Longzhou will inevitably become a battlefield.

And just looking at Ji Fu now, he can know that he has faded from his childishness not only is more mature, but also more cold.

A few years ago, Ji Fu would never use Xu Laowing to deal with Wang Chan, but today Ji Fu has no hesitation.

Longzhou is destined to become a battlefield, and the center of the battlefield is the king's realm and grandmaster, and even the soldiers have to start in the fierce state.

But ordinary people who are weak don't need to be close to the battlefield. Only the whistle caused by the fluctuation of spiritual skills can crush their internal organs.

The reason why Tang Luo worked so hard was just because he wanted to protect the whole family from harm at that time.

Just such a responsibility often made him out of breath, but Xiu'er's compassion was for the entire Longzhou people, what kind of powerlessness should it be.

"Hahaha, is it silly to say these suddenly!" Sister Xiu'er stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly: "The sky falls and there is a tall man on top. I believe that the sacred people of the Holy Land will not watch the life of Longzhou be charred , Let’s solve the problem of food and accommodation first!"

He turned the wheelchair around. This was a low hill full of shrubs and weeds. Sister Xiu'er said proudly: "This was originally the back mountain of Zhangjia Village. Later, Chaochang was expanded to merge the whole village into the city. It's deserted, and it's only a scent of incense from the North City. It's absolutely no problem to build a hut here!"

"Just let you see, the correct way to use Yunshou!"

Sister Xiu'er fixed Tang Luo's wheelchair, then clapped her hands and walked towards the chaotic coffin. She flicked dozens of clouds and flew out, grabbing, pulling, or cutting.

It cleared out a small piece of bushes and piled up waste materials on the side.

Tang Luo once commented that the power of the cloud hand is average, and it takes a little effort to break the muscles and bones, but it seems to be easy to use in removing the weed coffin.

Yun Xiu, who had cleared out the bushes in a short time, nodded in satisfaction and turned to Tang Luo: "You are waiting here. I will get some wood and take care of these bushes and vines. Don't be stolen!"

Tang Luo really wanted to roll his eyes. He didn't believe that anyone would covet this kind of wood and rattan waste on such a small barren mountain. The other party said that it was nothing more than taking care of his own feelings and wanting to make himself look less wasteful. This is speechless and delicate. .

(End of this chapter)