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 naturally hid it in the snow, just a vest.

The only thing you need to worry about is whether smart people will see it if you use the 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 a 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 in order to let others in the team escape unharmed, he would lure powerful beasts away alone, and eventually be killed.

He is also proud of the huge benefits and reputation this has brought to him, and is grateful for the ability he has awakened.

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 treading water.

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 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.

The person following behind was a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing. He was tall, nearly 1.9 meters, and 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 instantly withered. He bent over, looked at Du Hao who was sitting and drinking tea, and asked with a flattering face:

"I don't know what business did you have with me, Lord Du? If you need me, please tell me."

"President Ling, sit down."

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

"Yes."

Ling Shiyao sat down carefully, and only sat half of the seat.

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

"Don't dare."

Ling Shiyao said hurriedly, his heart instantly raised to his throat.

I don't know what this person wants to see him for?

I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Alas."

Thinking of this, he sighed heavily in his heart.

Although he is the president of the Kowloon City branch of the Jiangnan Division Martial Arts Association, he has great strength and status.

In front of this person, you have to be honest. Once you annoy him, everything before will come to nothing.

Soon, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded,

and two more people walked in.

The man behind was carrying a backpack, hunched over, and lowered his head.

"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,

"Really?"

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

The man shuddered when he heard the words, raised his head, and walked over tremblingly, his heart was like fifteen buckets of water, up and down.

"I said, if you draw well, you will be rewarded. If you draw badly, don't blame me for being rude."

Du Hao said coldly.

"Yes, yes."

The painter nodded repeatedly in fear.

There is no doubt that it will not be difficult for the man in front of him to kill him.

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

The two men and Ling Shiyao beside him showed puzzled expressions when they saw this,

and did not dare to ask more, just watched quietly.

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

"Okay,"

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

After several adjustments on the way, soon, a man with a sturdy appearance and a long knife appeared on the drawing paper.

Except for some differences in details, it was almost exactly the same as Chen Fan after the disguise.

"Sir."

The painter swallowed his saliva and looked at Du Hao with trepidation.

According to the latter's description, the person he drew looked like this, and he didn't know if it met the other party's wishes.

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

After a while, he burst into laughter, his eyes revealing deep hatred,

"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!"

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

One million, when can he make so much money?

As a result, he got it by painting a picture here.

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

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

"Okay."

Ling Shiyao hurried over, staring at the person in the portrait with his eyes wide open like a cow's eyes.

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

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

It's that this tea has a good stabilizing effect on the soul.

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

There are only so many warriors in the True Yuan Realm.

If you exclude those who are dependent on the Awakeners, there are even fewer.

Let Ling Shiyao come and identify him.

If he can directly recognize who this guy is,

it would be the best.

He will directly lead people to catch the other party.

If he doesn't torture him thousands of times, he can't swallow the anger in his heart.

If he can't recognize him, it's okay.

Just let him check.

Can't find out?

Humph!

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

Ling Shiyao's brows were twisted into a river.

Is he really unable to recognize the person in front of him?

But Du Hao called him here, probably hoping to know who this person is. There must have been something unpleasant between the two parties.

If he tells 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 can't recognize who this person is. I don't remember seeing this person before, but,"

Ling Shiyao hurriedly said, "Please give me a week. Then I will bring this person to you."