Eternal gate

The mustache disapproved, 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 which senior created 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 start to use the secret technique again.

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 spiritual realm, most of them didn't even understand what martial arts was at this moment. Fortunately, this one could actually deduce the secret method on his own. Something a lot of old guys can’t do.

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 just 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 mustachioed man laughed, his mood changed after 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.

"Are you sick?" The Eight-Character Husband cursed.

Transforming into a clone consumes real energy. Most of the time, unless you are forced to do so, whoever transforms into a clone will release a ray of real energy. This is all consumption!

It's good for Zhao Yun, he managed so much in one go.

It's okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said these words, Zhao Yun melted into another one.

Indeed, it consumes a lot of real energy, 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, so much money!

It's a shame, but there is still some surprise.

Ordinary martial arts cultivators cannot transform so many clones in one go.

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 shock.

"Okay, everything is fine."

Zhao Yun smiled and waved his hand, as if he were reviewing troops.

Although he was tired and consumed a lot of his true energy after transforming so many clones, he was still very happy because these clones would be of great use in the future, for example, helping him build a ballista.

"That's a good show." 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, 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 is basically 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." The mustache said suddenly.

"Say." Zhao Yun replied while looking left and right.

"Let's... 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."

"Well...children can be taught."

"You are at least thirty years older than me, which means I have to be laid to rest 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 a 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 selling 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 was 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 they were put together, it would probably be a late encounter.

"Old bastard, I haven't seen you for a while." The old Taoist Niubi yawned, looked at his mustache, and casually glanced at Zhao Yun. His old eyes narrowed slightly. This little martial artist has great spiritual power. The blood is so strong! It’s good to be young, and it’s good to have a good waist and kidneys.

"Here's the structural diagram of the ballista! Bring it here." The mustache stretched out his hand.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are you still so stiff?" The awesome old man glanced sideways at his mustache.

"Then make a price!"

"Not for sale."

"I think this should be more useful than silver." Mustached Hu sat down, took out a picture scroll from his waist, and then spread out half of it, which was a picture of the erotic palace.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's not the point. The point is that when he saw this painting, he couldn't even squint his eyes.

"Good or bad."

"It works."

A transaction was decided happily.

The old Taoist Niubi took away 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 came 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 drawings, but also to sell the stolen goods. Seeing how smoothly they spoke in lingo, it was obviously not the first day they did this. They knew the market well. 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 rare treasure.