NOVEL NEXT Chapter 37 Interception
After many months of hard training, today, Zhang Jingming has finally become a "powerful" monk in the Sea of Bitterness Realm. He can mobilize the divine patterns to display some mysterious magic powers. Among the disciples of the same generation in Lingxu Cave Heaven, Zhang Jingming is regarded as the best. He is a master now.
Chi!
A ray of divine pattern brilliance suddenly rushed out from the sea of suffering under his navel, turning into a bright divine chain that circled around his body, flying up and down like an arm.
After experiencing the feeling of driving the divine pattern for a while, the divine pattern submerged into Zhang Jingming's sea of suffering again.
He recalled the various mysterious methods he had learned from the "Shadow Clone Technique", and with a thought, he controlled the miraculous power in the sea of suffering.
Bang!
There was a soft sound, and a cloud of mist exploded behind Zhang Jingming, revealing a young man who looked exactly like him.
He turned to look at the young man. The two of them looked at each other, as if they were looking in a mirror. Even the tiniest details were the same. They both looked as graceful as jade, as graceful as jade trees in the wind, and graceful... …
Bang!
After a long time, another soft sound came out, and the young man in front of Zhang Jingming turned into a cloud and disappeared.
Feeling the loss of the divine power in his body, and information flowing in his mind, he suddenly understood the information he wanted to know.
Affected by his own strength, the clone technique currently used by Zhang Jingming can only transform into one clone, and it can only exist for about a day. It is a bit difficult to continue to maintain it.
However, whether his own strength increases in the future or he deepens his understanding of the various arcane techniques of [Shadow Clone Technique], this situation can be improved.
Moreover, for his next arrangements, the clone technique he has mastered now should be enough for the time being.
Recalling some key details of the original work, each plan was gradually perfected in Zhang Jingming's mind...
After reviewing the overall plan again, he went to bed and fell asleep.
Silent all night.
At dawn the next day, Zhang Jingming, Pang Bo, and Ye Fan came to Lingxu Cliff early again to listen to the lecture.
The three of them listened intently to the various key points of knowledge explained by the teaching elder, not paying any attention to the whispers of fellow disciples around them or the glances that peeked at them from time to time.
After the teaching was over, the three of them returned directly to their residence.
Today, no one came to cause trouble, and Han Feiyu didn't show up again. On the contrary, many fellow disciples wanted to make friends with the three of them.
Of course, these people mainly came for Pang Bo, the fairy seedling.
After the news spread for a day, many disciples knew the name of Pang Bo, the fairy seedling.
Immortal seedlings are the foundation of the future strength of a cave heaven. The number of fairy seedlings currently possessed by Lingxu Cave Heaven will definitely not exceed the number of five fingers.
Therefore, Pang Bo will naturally be courted by various interest groups.
The three of them ignored the disturbances from the outside world. After returning, Pang Bo and Ye Fan continued to swallow Baicao liquid for practice. Both of them were a little stimulated, had a sense of crisis, and wanted to become stronger urgently.
In another hut, the young man who closed the door looked at another young man sitting cross-legged in the house. Their eyes met, as if looking into a mirror. The two young men looked exactly the same.
Bang!
The young man standing in front of the door nodded slightly, and with a soft sound, it turned into clouds and disappeared in an instant.
After accepting all the memories and experiences, Zhang Jingming felt a little at ease.
It seems that although the clone technique he currently masters has various limitations, the clone he creates can restore himself to a great extent. Not only ordinary monks, but even the elders of the Lingxu Cave can not easily see through it.
At least today his clone went around in a circle, and no one noticed anything unusual for the time being.
But then, you still have to continue to verify it and make sure that there are no mistakes as much as possible.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jingming closed his eyes and meditated to regain his energy a little.
Bang!
After a long time, with a thought, he used the clone technique again. A cloud of mist exploded in front of him, and a handsome young man who looked exactly like him appeared in the hut again.
Opening the door, Zhang Jingming's clone found that Pang Bo and Ye Fan were still practicing in the hut next door, so they left the Aishan area and wandered around the Lingxu Cave.
His avatar acted very low-key, but after inquiring about various information, as expected, his behavior soon fell into the eyes of some interested people.
In the next few days, apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, Zhang Jingming stayed in the hut and practiced hard, mainly trying to figure out the mysteries of the clone technique.
The clone he transformed walked outside on his behalf, but it never encountered any trouble, making him more confident about his next plan.
During this period, under Pang Bo's frightened eyes, Ye Fan swallowed dozens of bottles of Baicao Liquid in one day, finally opening up his own golden sea of suffering and creating a huge vision.
That day, the inside of the hut was filled with golden light, tsunamis, violent waves, lightning and thunder...
The various visions were extremely horrifying and lasted for several hours before gradually dissipating.
Fortunately, the place where the three people lived was very remote, and no one passed by it on weekdays. No one except the three people knew about the huge vision caused by the Ancient Holy Body when it opened up the Sea of Bitterness, otherwise it would have caused an uproar.
On this day, Zhang Jingming felt that he was ready now and transformed into a clone, allowing him to walk out of Lingxu Cave alone in a very low-key manner.
"Junior Brother Zhang, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Not long after he turned into a relatively remote area, a boy of 14 or 15 years old caught up with him at a lightning speed. Behind him were five young people, and all six of them blocked Zhang Jingming's way.
The young man in the lead was none other than Elder Han's young grandson Han Feiyu, and the five young men were all old acquaintances, and they had all had Zhang Jingming's big dick.
These six people were all staring at Zhang Jingming with joyful expressions, and Han Feiyu's cold face had a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile.
The beating a few days ago didn't leave any injuries on their bodies. It's unknown whether it was because of the monk's physical strength or the use of some kind of elixir.
"You are forgetting about food and not about fighting. When the scar is healed, you forget about the pain..."
Facing the menacing six people, Zhang Jingming showed no signs of panic. He glanced at Han Feiyu calmly and spoke slowly.
"Looking for death! How dare you speak harshly when death is imminent!"
The contemptuous eyes of the other party stung Han Feiyu deeply, and he seemed to feel a dull pain on the left side of his cheek again. The other party was looking at him condescendingly, as if he were looking at cats and dogs on the roadside.