Lemon Slices

Crossing over to an independent urban world where martial arts and immortal law coexisted, the only thing Lin Shen could rely on was his clone's golden finger.
"Clone cultivation, the host becomes stronger."
"Clone [Pure Flame Body]: Flame attribute techniques cultivation speed +300%, Blazing Flame Palm, Melting Hand, Pure Flame Sword Skill... Any flame attribute techniques at your service. You can become a master in a day!"
"Clone [Natural Daoist Body]: cultivation speed +500%. All martial arts techniques can be understood at first glance, and will be integrated, crushing all geniuses!"
"Clone [Non-self Sword God]: Sword art technique power +200%, sword art technique cultivation speed +200%. No matter how strong you are, I will cut you down with one strike!"
...
"You never know how many clones are trying to cultivate behind the person you are talking to in front of you!"
"What does it have to do with me if my clone did it?"
"Don't try to outnumber me cuz you can't!"

I Have Countless Clones

The two tutors who had been paying attention to Lin Shen also saw the scene of the four of them in the hall at the first moment. Their expressions changed.

"Yan Xing and Xue Feng. I didn't expect them to meet so soon."

"This must be the first batch of candidates to find the altar."

Currently, most of the examinees' scores were between 100 and 200.

Even Zhao Xueying and the other three who were ranked in the top four only had more than 300 points. The difference between them was only 20 to 30 points.

At this moment, whoever obtained the formation flag would immediately be able to leave the others far behind.

Therefore, be it Yan Xing or Xue Feng, they were determined to get the flag. There would definitely be a fierce battle between the two.

As for Lin Shen and the other examinee…

Ke Ya looked at Lin Shen on the screen and shook his head slightly.

I Refuse