The mustached man disagreed, turned around and walked away, continuing to count the loot.
Zhao Yun had made enough progress and had already circled the clone several times. Sometimes he would reach out and pinch the clone's little arms and legs. I don't know who the senior invented the clone technique. It was so strange.
"If I spin again, I'll faint."
The clone is also interesting and knows how to make people laugh.
After finishing the work, he found a wooden stick and used it as a sword to dance with.
This is all ordered by me. ??
Zhao Yun has successfully achieved the first step in making his clone speak.
The next step is to let the clone evolve the sword moves, and then start to use the secret technique.
In the future, the clone will be of great help.
I don't know when, he crossed his legs and fell into meditation again, quietly doing the deduction.
"What kind of freak is this guy?"
The mustached man who was counting the trophies muttered more than once that this was the first time he had seen a person with such an evil talent. In the ordinary True Spirit Realm, he probably didn't even understand what martial arts was at this moment. Fortunately, this person could actually deduce the secret method on his own.
A lot of old guys can't do it.
If you have talent, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
If the Moon God is awake, he must have said this. His disciples belong to this kind of people. They are born to win at the starting line. If they are motivated enough and work hard enough, they will run faster than others.
And Zhao Yun is also one of the more outstanding among this group of people.
Those who can enter the eyes of gods are not ordinary people. If you cultivate them, your future will be limitless.
At night, it fell into silence again.
The mustache finally got down to business, sitting cross-legged to heal his injuries.
He is a normal person, but he does not have Zhao Yun's background, and his injuries have not recovered yet.
One night passed quietly.
In the early morning, the warm sunshine shines all over the world.
Bo!
When the mustache opened his eyes again, it was accompanied by this sound.
The injury has not recovered, but his cultivation has broken through. He has been stuck here for a long time.
"A life and death, a destiny!"
The mustached man laughed, his mood changed after experiencing the storm.
Zhao Yun was not so lucky. He was stuck at the peak of the true spirit for many days and could not break through.
open!
But after hearing Zhao Yun's cold scolding, he opened his eyes.
There were changes in the seals in his hands, which were the seals of the clone technique. The hand seals were fixed, and clones were transformed one after another. With him as the center, more than 30 clones were transformed, occupying most of the small garden.
"You must be sick!" the Eight-Character Husband cursed.
Transforming into a clone consumes real energy. Most of the time, unless forced to do so, anyone who wants to transform into a clone will release a ray of real energy. This is all consumption!
It's good for Zhao Yun that he managed to produce so much in one go.
It's okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said this, Zhao Yun melted into another piece.
Indeed, a lot of real energy has been consumed, and there is a sea of pills like him, and the energy and blood are quite sluggish.
"It's rare to see someone as free as you are."
The mustache grinned and clicked its tongue. Cultivation consumes a lot of resources. Such a life-threatening creation, how much money does it cost? Just replenishing the true energy is a huge expense. It's a lot of money!
It's a shame, but there is still some surprise.
Ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot transform so many clones in one breath.
The fact that Zhao Yun can do it proves that he has a strong foundation, great true energy, and surging vitality.
"Hello, boss."
The clones shouted in unison, causing the mustache to tremble in surprise.
"Okay, everything is fine."
Zhao Yun smiled and waved his hands, just like reviewing a troop.
Although he was tired from having so many clones, and even though he had consumed a lot of his true energy, he was still very happy, because these clones would be of great use in the future, for example, helping him build a ballista.
"You're so good at pretending," the mustache said with a smile.
Zhao Yun just smiled and said nothing, and with one thought, he collected all the clones.
"Let's go and find my old friend.
"The mustache went out first.
Zhao Yun took a sip of spiritual fluid and hurriedly followed.
After entering the street, the two went straight to the black market.
Every city basically has a black market, a good place to sell stolen goods. .??.
The black market in Twilight City is bigger than that in Forgotten Ancient City. There are many treasures. Not to mention the mustache, even Zhao Yun's eyes are shining. However, good things are expensive, but he is short of money.
Therefore, it is still necessary to go to the casino more often when you have something to do.
"I have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not." A mustache said suddenly.
"Say." Zhao Yun replied while looking left and right.
"Let's do it!"
"You don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but you want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. That's not what it means."
"Yeah. Children can be taught."
"You are at least thirty years older than me, which means I have to be buried thirty years earlier!" Zhao Yun glanced sideways at his mustache. This old guy is more fresh and refined than he imagined.
"Age is not a problem, the main thing is that you like me." The mustache grinned.
"Then I have to prepare a few more life-sustaining pills." Zhao Yun's words were still so knowledgeable.
Not long after, the two entered a small attic. The space was not large, with only one counter and three rows of shelves. Perhaps there had been no customers for a long time. The shelves were covered with dust, and the items placed on them were also on the first floor.
Hui, in fact, is all for show, mainly to sell stolen goods.
The owner of the shop is a very experienced person.
What’s more, this guy doesn’t look at people squarely, he looks sideways from beginning to end.
"He has a squint, just get used to it," the mustache said.
"If Wang Zha were here, they should have some time to talk." This was Zhao Yun's inner voice. One was cross-eyed and the other was squinting. If these two were put together, it would probably be a show of late meeting.
"Old bastard, I haven't seen you for a while." Niubi Taoist yawned, looked at his mustache, and glanced casually.
Looking at Zhao Yun, his old eyes narrowed slightly, this little martial arts cultivator has surging vitality and strong blood! It's good to be young, and he has a good waist and kidneys.
"Here's the crossbow structure diagram! Bring it here." The mustache stretched out his hand.
"We haven't seen each other for a few days, how come your waist is still so stiff?" The old man Niubi glanced sideways at his mustache.
"Then make a price!"
"Not for sale."
"I think this should be more useful than silver." The mustache sat down, took out a picture scroll from his waist, and then spread out half of it, a picture of the erotic palace.
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up.
This is not the point. The point is that when he saw this painting, his eyes stopped squinting.
"It's easy not to."
"Good job."
A transaction was decided so happily.
Niubi Taoist took the scroll and gave Hu Zihu an ancient scroll, which was a diagram of the structure of a ballista.
The mustache was then thrown to Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun took it and spread it out to look at it. It was as broken as what the mustache said. Even with his structural diagram, it was still broken. However, he could make up 80% of it. This was enough. The remaining two
Success, he thought he could research it, it was just a matter of time.
"You brought a lot of goods when you came back! Where did you get them?"
"Forgot the rules again? Just buy it, don't ask where it comes from."
When Zhao Yun looked at the structural diagram, the two old guys muttered to each other.
The Eight-Character Hu came here not only to bring Zhao Yun to get the structural diagrams, but also to sell the stolen goods. Seeing how fluently the two of them spoke in lingo, it was obviously not their first day doing this. They knew everything about the market. They were smart and experienced.
No, I want both useful and useless things, and there is plenty of money.
Um?
Zhao Yun suddenly raised his head and glanced sideways, looking at the shelves.
Just a moment ago, I noticed a strange fluctuation. To be precise, it was his little purple and gold gourd. It trembled slightly. This little gourd does not tremble easily. If it trembles, there must be a strange treasure.