Rebirth of Douluo My Wuhun is a computer

Chapter 40 Unlimited Copy
"and……"

Su Yuwei glanced at Chen Biao, hesitant.

"And what?"

Chen Biao frowned and looked at Su Yuwei.

"My soul power seems to be attached to the power of lightning..."

Su Yuwei opened his palm, and the soul power gushing out from the center of his hand was gleaming with white light, and the thunder and lightning seemed to be constantly shuttling through the soul power.

"This is……"

Chen Biao had never seen such a situation before, the soul power contained lightning power.

"Not surprisingly, this is a mutation of soul power."

Li Jin carried a huge soul beast and walked over step by step.

He threw the soul beast on his back to the ground, and the purple soul ring on the soul beast's body was eye-catching.

"boom!"

This is a thousand-year-old copper bull. The body probably weighed half a ton, and the ground was shaken by the impact.

The copper ox is a relatively valuable spirit beast. Its copper horns and the copper armor on its body can be used to cast utensils, and its meat can be sold for a lot of money.

Li Jin took out his dagger and said while cutting up the body of the copper bull, "The so-called mutation of soul power refers to the symptoms that will appear before the mutation of the martial soul."

"Of course, it's just a sign. It doesn't mean that the spirit will mutate. Some will last for a period of time. After a period of time, the spirit power will return to its original state. This is a normal phenomenon."

After hearing this, several people nodded slightly.

"Wait for me to deal with this copper bull, and then we will look for the soul beast."

I don't know if it's because of my good luck today or because of the edge of the inner circle, I found a soul beast suitable for Lin Xiaofan and Luoshui in the afternoon.

A 400-year-old red tiger, and a nearly 400-year-old water poison frog.

Chen Mo's first soul skill was called Extreme Speed.

Su Yuwei's first soul skill is named Clone (copy and paste)
Lin Xiaofan's first soul skill is called Fireworks.

Luoshui's first soul skill is called Poisonous Water.

A group of six returned to the academy non-stop. It was already late at night when they returned to the academy.

The four children must be the most tired. Fortunately, they are all soul masters, and ordinary children would be exhausted.

Li Jin and Chen Biao also showed a trace of exhaustion on their faces. In the Soul Beast Forest, not only did they not have much rest, but they kept fighting.

Lin Xiaofan and the others all went to the apartment, but Su Yuwei was different, he went straight to the Zhenxue Building, he wanted to try it out, to make sure that his previous idea was correct.

Su Yuwei trotted all the way to the third floor of Zhenxue Building. He pushed open the door of Room 304. Zhao Rongtian was still refining the elixir. He glanced at Su Yuwei and said lightly, "You're back?"

"Old Zhao."

Su Yuwei cupped his hands.

"Hmm! What is the first soul skill?"

Zhao Rongtian concentrated on refining the medicine and asked slowly.

"Separate."

"That's okay..."

Zhao Rongtian frowned just after finishing speaking, "How could it be a clone? Qi Wuhun seldom has soul skills that are clones."

"This, I don't know either..."

Su Yuwei smiled.

"It's just the first soul skill, it doesn't matter."

Zhao Rongtian gave a word of comfort.

"What kind of elixir is Mr. Zhao refining?"

Su Yuwei asked with a smile.

Zhao Rongtian looked up at Su Yuwei, always feeling that something was wrong with this kid.

"The body casting pill prepared for you, Wu Wuhun, the soul master's physical body is too weak, I'm afraid you won't be able to absorb the spirit ring later."

Su Yuwei secretly picked up a herb, turned his back to Zhao Rongtian and said, "Then I will thank Mr. Zhao first."

"you are welcome……"

Zhao Rongtian was about to melt the pill, when a black light flashed in front of Su Yuwei, Zhao Rongtian looked at Su Yuwei fiercely, only to find that Su Yuwei was facing him, holding two herbs in his hands.

"What were you doing just now?"

Zhao Rongtian was full of doubts.

"It's nothing, Mr. Zhao melts the pill first, and I will tell Mr. Zhao after melting the pill."

Su Yuwei smiled innocently.

After a while, Zhao Rongtian melted the pill, and handed over the cast body pill to Su Yuwei.

"Boy, you can tell me!"

Zhao Rongtian said in a low voice.

Su Yuwei nodded, showing the martial spirit in his hand, with a yellow spirit ring on it.

"A century-old soul ring, and then what?"

Zhao Rongtian frowned, a little impatiently.

I told you to tell me, I didn't tell you to show off your soul ring!
"Old Zhao is in a hurry."

Su Yuwei turned around and took a random herb from the medicine cabinet.

"The first soul skill, copy and paste!"

Su Yuwei thought to himself, the yellow soul ring on the martial soul flickered.

Black soul power gushed out, and in the blink of an eye, the one herb in Su Yuwei's hand turned into two.

At first, Zhao Rongtian thought that Su Yuwei was amusing himself, and was about to get scared, but saw that one herb in Su Yuwei's hand turned into two.

"Fuck?"

Zhao Rongtian's eyes widened, staring at the extra herbs.

"You, isn't your first soul ring, isn't it a clone?"

Zhao Rongtian's face was full of disbelief. He snatched the two herbs from Su Yuwei's hand and compared them carefully, only to find that they were exactly the same.

"Can you make alchemy?"

Zhao Rongtian frowned, it couldn't be a trick, could it?
It has only its appearance and no use.

"it should be OK!"

Su Yuwei said excitedly.

"should……"

Zhao Rongtian frowned.

"You'll know if you try it. I'm here to make sure."

Su Yuwei laughed.

Zhao Rongtian was skeptical, but after thinking about it, he didn't lose anything, so he just gave it a try.

The next moment, Zhao Rongtian almost didn't shout out.

"Fuck! It's really good!!!"

In the alchemy furnace, the copied herb slowly turned into essence, but it was very little.

Zhao Rongtian got up immediately, pulling Su Yuwei to leave.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing?"

Su Yuwei was taken aback, and asked quickly.

"Go buy fairy grass!"

Zhao Rongtian pulled Su Yuwei excitedly and dragged him directly to the door.

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry! This is consuming my soul power."

Su Yuwei broke free and said with an aggrieved face.

Zhao Rongtian took a deep breath, realizing that he lost his composure just now, and did not consider the consumption of Su Yuwei's soul power.

He coughed lightly, and asked calmly, "How much did it take to copy the herbal medicine just now?"

"About one third!"

Su Yuwei said in a low voice.

Counting the previous experiments, he now only has one-third of the soul power left in his body.

"Isn't your first soul skill a clone?"

Zhao Rongtian stared at Su Yuwei closely.

"This... is actually a copy, and you can also copy yourself, so it can be considered a clone!"

Count your big head ghost!

Zhao Rongtian cursed in his heart, then sighed: "Unfortunately, alchemist is always a side job."

"Let's do this! When your soul power recovers, try to see if you can copy the golden-patterned Amakusa."

The best thing to do is the next best thing, anyway, this golden grain grass is also a kind of fairy grass.

"If you can copy it, copy it to death!"

Zhao Rongtian said, his eyes became sharper.

"This is possible!"

A smile appeared on Su Yuwei's face.

Taking the golden grass to speed up the cultivation speed, even if the effect is only 10%, that's okay, if it doesn't work, it's not bad to soak in the medicinal liquid to attract more soul power.

"Then why don't you quickly absorb the soul power? By the way, eat that casting pill."

Zhao Rongtian said angrily.

"Oh oh oh!"

Su Yuwei swallowed the Body Casting Pill in one gulp, walked directly to the golden-patterned Tiancao and sat down cross-legged.

Zhao Rongtian inhaled, picked some pills and continued refining.

The cast body pill melted in the mouth, and a warm current poured into the abdomen.

With so much soul power, the herbal medicine can only be copied three times, and the effect of retaining 10% is not much, but fortunately, the effect will increase with the number of soul rings.

In the future, I will make a lot of fairy grass and save it for myself to copy and practice.

Give me a fairy grass, and I can copy and use it infinitely, are you afraid?
Since herbs can be copied, it also means that pills can also be copied. In the future, I will save a bunch of healing medicines and copy them infinitely for my own use.

Thoughts arose in Su Yuwei's mind one by one, and the soul power in his body was recovering rapidly.

With the help of casting pill, Su Yuwei stepped into level 11 very smoothly.

"Upgrading so fast? The foundation is profound!"

Zhao Rongtian glanced at Su Yuwei who was sitting next to Jinwen Tiancao, muttered, and inadvertently saw the soul power with lightning.

"What a little monster..."

Zhao Rongtian pouted and said.

However, Su Yuwei recovered all his soul power in the time it took to refine the two pills.

He stood up, Zhao Rongtian was dozing off beside the alchemy furnace.

There is no way, the sky is almost dawn, Zhao Rongtian is old after all.

Su Yuwei also practiced for a while, and he became much more energetic after the breakthrough.

"Old Zhao, you're still old..."

Su Yuwei sighed in a low voice.

The next moment, Zhao Rongtian raised his head and said something abruptly.

"Who says I'm old?"

Su Yuwei was startled, and quickly said: "Mr. Zhao, you should rest for a while! Don't be in a hurry."

"Heh heh heh, you little brat, you are considerate. Hurry up and try to see if you can copy the golden-patterned grass. If you can, it will benefit you."

Zhao Rongtian said directly.

"Good good!"

Su Yuwei had no choice but to fish out the medicinal liquid of the golden-patterned grass, touched the golden-patterned grass with his left hand, and output soul power with his right hand.

"The first soul skill: copy and paste!"

Su Yuwei let out a low cry, Zhao Rongtian tilted his head and glanced at him.

What is this TM name?

Su Yuwei was concentrating, and the soul power in his body was being consumed crazily.

"Wow!"

In the room, a gust of wind appeared out of thin air.

Su Yuwei was absorbing a large amount of soul power in the air, causing the air to become turbulent.

"Damn it! It consumes so much?"

Zhao Rongtian's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, the soul power in his body kept gushing out to supplement Su Yuwei's soul power.

Su Yuwei snorted, the black light in his hand disappeared, and a replica that was slightly smaller and thinner than the golden-patterned Amakusa appeared on Su Yuwei's right hand.

(End of this chapter)