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

Yang Zhongyi couldn't help but sigh when he saw Yan Xing's expression.

He had a bad impression of Yan Xing, but he couldn't help but sympathize with the latter.

142nd place. It didn't take a genius to know how humiliating this was to Yan Xing, who had always thought highly of himself!

Thinking about how Yan Xing had come to rope Lin Shen in before the examination and wanted to recruit the latter as a follower, Yang Zhongyi felt fate could be such a strange thing.

"That's why people can't always put themselves in a high position. Otherwise, they might fall very badly one day."

"What are you mumbling about?" Su Nian turned around and asked in confusion.

"Nothing." Yang Zhongyi shrugged and turned his attention back to the water screen. "How many people are left in the fog formation?"

"Just four. Zhao Xueying, Xue Feng, Chong Yanhe… and Lin Shen!"

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