Cultivation starts with infinite replication

The guests were sitting in the hall, and the guests were sitting in the hall.

The guest rooms of this restaurant are on the third floor, the second floor is a private room, and the first floor is a few scattered tables.

Ling Yuan walked out of the room on the third floor and went down to the first floor.

When he came to the first floor, Ling Yuan's eyes swept over the guests in the hall.

Not many, only seven or eight

There was no lively scene like in the novel where everyone drank and boasted together.

On the contrary, the environment here was quiet, and the guests spoke in a low voice, for fear of disturbing others.

He did not stop and continued to walk in the direction of the shopkeeper.

Ling Yuan came to the shopkeeper's desk and was about to ask about the location of the iron shop when he saw the shopkeeper quickly stand up and bow to him with a smile.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Ling Yuan clasped his fists and bowed back.

"Shopkeeper, how can I get to the blacksmith shop in town?"

Seeing Ling Yuan's return, the shopkeeper nodded secretly.

Thinking: "Although this young man is dressed in an odd way, he knows etiquette."

"Turn left after the guest leaves, go straight, and look to the right and enter the second alley." The shopkeeper recalled for a while.

According to the shopkeeper's instructions, Ling Yuan soon arrived in front of the blacksmith shop.

"Dangdang...Dang!"

The sound of fine iron striking came out.

Seeing a guest coming, the owner of the iron shop first wiped his sweat with the cloth around his neck.

He was stunned at first when he saw the visitor, and then looked him up and down.

It was obviously the first time he saw Ling Yuan dressed like this.

"What kind of weapon does this customer want to choose? I have knives, guns, swords, halberds, and hammers."

The iron shop owner's deep voice came out.

When people heard it, they couldn't help but outline the image of a strong man in their minds.

It's true that the voice is like the person.

"I want to buy your best knife." Ling Yuan said lightly.

"Eight taels of silver."

Without saying much, the boss took out a long knife from the cabinet next to him and put it on the table in front of Ling Yuan.

Eight taels? Not expensive.

The appearance of this knife is more like the Tang sword in the world, the handle is dark copper, and it looks very handsome.

Ling Yuan held the handle and picked it up.

Then he staggered and almost didn't pick it up.

WC! It's heavy!

At least seven or eight pounds!

He had bought some unopened sword collections on Earth before, most of which were about three pounds.

That kind of Guan Gong broadsword is only ten pounds.

Of course, it can't be compared with the real Guan Gong sword.

This knife weighs seven or eight pounds, and he can't swing it with one hand.

"Ahem" Ling Yuan coughed tactically.

"Shopkeeper, change to a lighter one, three or four pounds will do, but it has to be the best one here!"

"Haha, OK!" The iron shop owner chuckled twice.

Then he rummaged around and took out another knife that looked similar to the previous one.

While the boss was looking for a knife, Ling Yuan had already touched all the weapons on the iron shop.

"I didn't expect there was a flying knife, which just matched his ability and could be thrown infinitely." He was secretly surprised.

Ling Yuan took the newly taken knife, immediately stepped back a few steps, and then began to test the knife in the open space using the chaotic cloak knife technique.

Also known as random chopping!

"Not bad, not bad, it fits the hand very well." Ling Yuan held the knife horizontally in front of him and observed it carefully.

"Shopkeeper, I want this one. How much is it?"

"This one is five taels."

Ling Yuan took out some silver coins, weighed it and found it was about half a catty, or five taels, and handed it to the boss.

After paying the bill, Ling Yuan put the knife into the matching scabbard and turned to leave.

"Let's go around first and buy some clothes by the way."

......

"Tanghulu, sweet Tanghulu."

"Dumplings, hot dumpling!"

"Fellow villagers, break the big stone in your chest!"

On the street,

Listening to the various hawking sounds and people talking in his ears.

Ling Yuan felt relaxed and comfortable.

Looking at the knife on his waist, he felt a sense of boldness of traveling the world with a sword.

Not long after, Ling Yuan bought a black suit with a little golden pattern from a store, which looked very domineering.

Ignoring the hairstyle, Ling Yuan has become the male protagonist in an ancient costume fairy drama.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Li Yan, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you think you can marry Miss Wang?"

A young man in black was stopped at the door by several servants holding his hands.

The young man's face was a little immature, and he looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The leading servant kept belittling him.

People passing by looked at him sideways.

Ling Yuan also stopped and started to watch the show.

Li Yan began to argue with them and told them about his relationship with

Wang Yan's every detail.

Listening to Li Yan's story, Ling Yuan exclaimed, "What the hell, are you acting in an idol drama here?"

"Yan'er and I are truly in love, Yan'er! Come out!" Li Yan shouted loudly into the mansion.

"Haha, just you?" A cold voice came out.

A handsome young man with a hint of dominance, wearing a blue and white robe, walked out slowly from the door.

Wang Teng had actually been hiding and eavesdropping since just now, and the more he listened, the uglier his face looked.

Damn it! What's the reason for this kid? Yan'er had never been so kind to him, her elder brother, and he couldn't stand it, so he had to humiliate him severely.

"Brother Wang, please let me see Yan'er!"

"Li Yan, right? Yan'er has already detected her spiritual roots in advance and will soon join the Sunset Sect. From now on, you are from two different worlds!"

"And even if there is no spiritual root, how can you, a small Li family, be qualified?"

"Throw him out!"

After saying that, he turned back to the mansion without hesitation.

"Hmph!" The leading servant waved his hand, signaling the others to take action.

The two people holding Li Yan's arms threw him back hard.

Bang!

Li Yan fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Spiritual roots!" Hearing that Wang Yan had detected her spiritual roots, Li Yan was very happy for her, but then his mood became depressed again.

He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a moment of silence, Li Yan looked up at the backs of the Wang family members, and his eyes became firm.

"Don't look down on people. Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young!"

Everyone ignored his incompetent rage and turned around to close the door.

Ling Yuan, who was standing by, was stunned when he heard what Li Yan said.

Several thoughts came to his mind.

"My goodness, this line, is he the protagonist of this world?"

"You are the protagonist, then what am I?"

"Do you want to contact him first?"

"Forget it, take care of yourself first."

He is powerless now, and if he rashly contacts the protagonist of this world, he will not know how he died.

As we all know, the protagonist is often surrounded by various crises.

If it is not good, relatives and friends will sacrifice to the sky.

Shaking his head, Ling Yuan stopped watching and prepared to go back to the guest room to fuse a new weapon.

Back in the guest room, Ling Yuan couldn't wait to take out the long knife and quickly upgraded it to five stars.

Then he tried its sharpness and found that cutting silver was like cutting tofu, which was extremely sharp.

Then he copied and fused the black suit and new shoes on his body, and wore the silver silk soft armor as usual.

Wearing the five-star shoes on my feet, I felt lighter and stronger.

"What if I merge the flying knife and the long sword?"

Ling Yuan copied a small flying knife, upgraded the small flying knife to five stars, and then merged the two.

"Oh my god! It turned into this thing!" Ling Yuan was a little surprised.

The fused weapon still has the appearance of the previous long sword, but the handle is a little different.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a small button on the handle.

Ling Yuan pointed the handle at the wall in front of him.

Then he gently pressed the button.

With a whoosh, a small flying knife appeared on the wall in front of him.

Half of the flying knife was actually submerged in it, which shows that its power is extraordinary.

Ling Yuan stepped forward and pulled it with both hands, but the flying knife did not move at all.

After a lot of trouble, Ling Yuan took out the flying knife.

"This is really powerful, it's really a weapon for assassination!"

When facing the enemy, you think I'm a swordsman, but I can fire a flying knife from the handle of the knife with my backhand. How should you deal with it?

You can easily kill the enemy by taking them by surprise!

Of course, this is the case when you don't encounter immortal cultivators.

Later, Ling Yuan figured out some ways to use the copying ability as a means of attack.

For example, he can copy countless flying knives from high altitude and give the enemy a rain of flying knives.

If there is a tungsten rod, he can directly transform into a humanoid space-based weapon.

Or he can copy a few boulders above the enemy and smash them down.

As for directly copying the knife into the enemy's body, I don't know if this works. I'll try it on animals when I have the chance!

"By the way, I suddenly have another bold idea!" Ling Yuan's mind flashed with inspiration.