Gao Wu: Invincibility begins with basic archery

Gao Jinming's eyes gradually dimmed, and eventually he lost his energy and fell to the ground.

Chen Fan slowly exhaled.

At this point, this matter should be considered over.

Of course, it would be better if the person named Du did not escape.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. These awakened ones have all kinds of strange abilities. In comparison, clones are not that rare. As for the subsequent revenge.

He is not stupid. This identity caused such a big incident. From then on, he was naturally hidden in the snow, just a vest.

The only thing you need to worry about is whether smart people will see it if you use Windward Slash later.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. To be on the safe side, it's better to take these corpses back. They also have space items on them, and maybe there are some valuable things in them."

Chen Fan knelt down and touched the body with his palm.

The corpse immediately disappeared from the place and appeared among the space objects.

This was something he only learned about when he read the item introduction in the association.

Living creatures cannot be put into space items, but they can be placed after the living creatures die.

The next moment, his figure appeared at the place where the previous battle broke out.

Several corpses on the ground were also put into space objects.

Looking around, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The guards who could be seen everywhere seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's take Meng Xue back first."

His figure disappeared again.

…

"puff!"

A man who had closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the futon suddenly opened his eyes and spurted a large mouthful of blood from his mouth, dyeing a large area of ​​the ground in front of him red, which was shocking.

"Huh, uh..."

The man put his hands on the ground and let out rapid breathing sounds. After a full minute or two, he slowly raised his head, revealing a familiar face.

Yes, it was Du Hao who was killed by Chen Fan in Anshan City.

But compared to his rosy complexion and radiant face before, at this moment, both his complexion and lips were frighteningly white, like a ghost.

"Damn guy!"

Du Hao gritted his teeth, wishing to cut Chen Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.

That's right, his superpower is a clone. As long as his real body doesn't die, he can live forever.

But this doesn't mean that the clone's death has no impact on him.

On the contrary, once the clone dies, he will pay an extremely heavy price.

Every time the clone dies, the real body's strength will drop by nearly 30%. This may not seem like much, but it will only come back after practicing.

He thought so at the beginning, so he did not cherish his own life at all, going deep into dangerous places, or luring away powerful beasts alone in order to let others in the team escape, and was eventually killed.

He himself is proud of the huge benefits and reputation this has brought him, and feels lucky to have awakened this power.

It wasn't until later that he gradually realized something was wrong.

To be precise, when he broke through from a D-level awakener to a C-level, he felt something was wrong.

Because the D-class awakened ones at the same time as him became C-class in more than half a year, but it took him nearly two years.

What kind of concept is this? You must know that when he was practicing, he summoned a clone to practice together. Theoretically, the cultivation speed was twice that of others. As a result, the cultivation time was more than twice that of others. Once there, the efficiency is almost one-fifth of others!

This becomes even more obvious after becoming a C-level awakener.

With the same resources, even several times those of others, his cultivation speed is one-tenth that of others!

After others had already crossed the C-level threshold and became B-level awakeners, he was still standing still.

It was only then that he finally understood that the price of the clone's death was not only the regression of strength, but also the difficulty of improvement.

Every time the clone dies, the difficulty of cultivation increases.

The difficulty of each death increase is much higher than the previous one!

The more times he died, the greater the difficulty increased, and finally reached a point where he had to work ten times or dozens of times as hard as others to catch up with others.

Therefore, to a certain extent, he, who seems to be immortal, is more afraid of death than others.

This was also one of the reasons why he tried so hard to win over Chen Fan before. He had died nearly ten times. If he died again, he might be bound to the level of a C-level awakener for the rest of his life.

The second reason is that in his opinion, what does it matter to a mere warrior, even a True Yuan realm warrior?

To gain his favor, you should come over and bow down to him.

result……

Thinking of this, Du Hao became so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, stood up, and walked out of the room.

"grown ups!"

The two awakened people at the door were shocked when they saw this.

What's going on? Could it be that something went wrong while Master Du was practicing?

"Call that guy Ling Shiyao, and find me a painter by the way."

"yes!"

The two of them didn't know what was going on, but they still carried out the order quickly.

A sneer appeared on Du Hao's lips.

Two or three minutes later, two men walked in one after the other.

The person in front is one of the people who left just now.

Following behind was a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing. He was tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and was a head taller than the person in front.

But when he saw Du Hao, the middle-aged man was like a deflated balloon.

His previous momentum suddenly weakened. He bent down, looked at Du Hao who was sitting and drinking tea, and asked with a flattering face:

"I don't know, Mr. Du, what's the reason for asking me to come here? If I can be of any use to you, please give me your instructions, Mr. Du."

"President Ling, sit down."

Du Hao pointed to the empty seat next to him and said.

"yes."

Ling Shiyao sat down carefully, still sitting only halfway.

"President Ling, please wait for a while. I have something very important to tell you later."

"Don't dare."

Ling Shiyao said quickly, his heart suddenly raised to his throat.

I don’t know about this one, what exactly are you looking for?

I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

"well."

Thinking of this, he sighed heavily inwardly.

Even though he is the president of the Kowloon City branch of the Jiangnan District Martial Arts Association, he has great strength and status.

You have to be honest in front of this person. Once you offend the other person, everything before will be in vain.

Soon, there was a burst of rapid footsteps,

Two more people walked in,

The person behind him was carrying a backpack, hunched over, head lowered.

"Sir, the painter you are looking for has been brought here. He is the best painter in the city. The things he draws are no different from the photos."

The man in front said,

"Yeah?"

Du Hao put down the teacup in his hand, pointed his finger at the painter, and said, "Come here."

The man trembled when he heard this, raised his head, and walked over cautiously, feeling like he was fetching water from fifteen buckets, and he was very nervous.

"I said, if you paint well, you will be rewarded. If your painting is not good, don't blame me for being rude."

Du Hao said coldly.

"Yes Yes."

The painter was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly.

There is no doubt that the person in front of me will not have any difficulty if he kills him.

He quickly spread out the drawing paper and mixed the paint.

The two men on the side and Ling Shiyao showed puzzled expressions when they saw this.

I didn't dare to ask any more questions, I just watched quietly.

Soon, the painter picked up the pen and said as thinly as a mosquito, "Sir, I, I'm ready."

"good,"

Du Hao recalled Chen Fan's appearance in his mind and began to describe it.

After several adjustments along the way, a tough-looking man holding a long knife soon appeared on the drawing paper.

Except for some differences in details, it is almost identical to Chen Fan's appearance after his disguise.

"Big, my lord."

The painter swallowed and looked at Du Hao anxiously.

He described it according to the latter, and the person he drew looked like this. He didn't know whether the symbol was in line with the other person's wishes.

But Du Hao seemed to be fascinated, staring at the portrait.

After a while, he laughed loudly, with unforgettable hatred in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, it's him!"

"Wang Liang, transfer one million to his card."

"Yes, sir."

The man who was called responded.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

The painter was so excited that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Du Hao.

One million, when will he earn so much money?

The result is a picture drawn here.

Soon there were only three people left in the room. Du Hao raised his head and waved to Ling Shiyao beside him.

"President Ling, come here and take a look. Do you know this person?"

"good."

Ling Shiyao walked over quickly, staring at the person in the portrait with eyes as wide as a bull's eye.

Du Hao picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

It's not that he has nothing to do, or that his throat is thirsty.

This tea has a good stabilizing effect on the soul.

As for finding Ling Shiyao, it's very simple.

There are only so many warriors in the True Yuan realm;

If you exclude those who are attached to the awakened ones, there will be even less.

Let Ling Shiyao come over and take a look.

If you can directly identify who this guy is,

Of course it couldn't be better,

He directly led people over to catch the other party.

He couldn't swallow the anger in his heart without being tortured a thousand times.

If you don't recognize it, that's okay.

Just ask him to check it out.

Can't find out?

snort!

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, three minutes passed.

Ling Shiyao's brows twisted into the character "Sichuan".

Did he really not recognize the person in front of him?

But Du Hao called him here, probably because he wanted to know who this person was. Something very unpleasant must have happened between the two parties.

If he told the truth, he might be blamed.

"Why, haven't you decided what answer to give me yet?"

Looking at Ling Shiyao who wanted to sink his eyes into the painting, Du Hao sneered.

"Sir, I really don't know who this person is. I have never seen this person before, but..."

Ling Shiyao said hurriedly: "Please give me a week, sir. At that time, I will definitely bring this person to you."