Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

After the blessing of the body-building exercise "Green Bamboo Magic", Wang Qiye has made rapid progress in the past few months, and finally withstood the steel needle piercing his body without falling. Although the pain was still unbearable, the magic was still magic after all, and there was always a force in his body to support Wang Qiye. After the medicinal bath, Wang Qiye put on his clothes with a grin and walked back to the martial arts field by himself.

Elder Hai, who was hanging on the tree, shook the red gourd in his hand, put it to his mouth and took a small sip, exhaling two puffs of white air from his nostrils.

"Damn it, I will have to earn one less spiritual stone every day from now on. I won't dare drink so much from now on."

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"Come again!"

Wang Qiye stood up and looked at Jiang Yuyan and Fan Zhengxing, who were looking very proud. This naughty little girl had turned 16 years old before she knew it. She was becoming more and more beautiful. In another two years, her breasts would not be underestimated.

One of them held a stick, and the other danced with a colorful silk. It was easy for them to bully Wang Qiye.

"watch out!"

Jiang Yuyan, who was wearing a red dress, just shook it off a few times, and the colorful silk was dyed red, climbed up onto the flames, and surrounded her body.

Fan Zhengxing shook the stick a few times, took the lead, and pressed towards Wang Qiye like a plum blossom. Jiang Yuyan followed closely behind.

"Well done!"

Wang Qiye silently recited in his heart, "When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves fly; when the wind blows hard, the shadows fly."

Suddenly, two Wang Qiye appeared in the same place, exactly the same. One was holding Wentian, the other was holding Zhishui. This time it finally worked. Now the "Green Bamboo Magic Skill" is still unstable, with only a half success rate. After a few more months of proficiency, when I reach the late stage of Qi Refining of the "Green Bamboo Magic Skill", I believe I should be able to perform stably and create a physical clone every time.

The magic skill is indeed a magic skill. In addition to strengthening the body, if the body can withstand it, it can be separated into a physical clone instantly through violent shaking. Why can only clothes be shared, but not weapons? First, the naked Wang Qiye was separated, but Jiang Yuyan on the opposite side did not agree. Then our Tomato’s review mechanism could not pass, so he had to separate Wang Qiye with clothes on.

"Wang Qiye, you are cheating, we want to add more people!"

Jiang Yuyan stopped, put her hands on her hips, and the flame on the colorful silk went out. It was also the first time that Fan Zhengxing saw it. He stopped and circled around the two Wang Qiye, patting and touching them.

The fellow students around saw what was happening and gathered around, looking at the two arrogant Wang Qiye in amazement.

"Wang Qiye, is this your clone talisman?"

Li Beiming widened his eyes, looking incredulous.

"I am surprised by what I have seen. This is a physical clone."

A Wang Qiye patted his chest.

"Hey, Wang Qiye, when did you learn this? How long can this last?"

When a broken gong sounded, even Li Erhu came over.

"Hehehe, I just learned it. Theoretically, as long as it's within my range, it can always exist. If I cut off the energy supply, it can last until half of the spiritual power I have divided out is consumed, and then it will dissipate."

Wang Qiye raised his head proudly, accepting everyone's gaze.

"So what's the range of your clone?"

Mu Beiluo also came up and touched it.

"It's 500 meters at the moment. When my cultivation improves, I can go a little further. But it's impossible to reach a thousand miles, even at the Mahayana stage."

"Not bad, Senior Brother Wang, when will you teach us?"

Xia Yucheng's eyes were full of envy, and he also wanted to learn how to become a clone.

"Go away, go away. One of you has fire spirit roots and the other has earth spirit roots. You have gold spirit roots and water spirit roots. You are not compatible with my technique at all. Even if you learn it until the grass grows on your grave, you will never be able to learn it."

Wang Qiye was annoyed when he saw this guy. He had good intentions to save him 50 spirit stones, but this guy sold Wang Qiye out. Whenever he thought of that large amount of spirit stones, Wang Qiye could not forgive Xia Yucheng.

"Stingy guy, drink cold water."

Xia Yucheng turned his head to the side and glanced at Wang Qiye from the corner of his eyes.

"Brother Wang, please teach me. I have wood and water spiritual roots!"

Dong Jiangai's eyes lit up and he grabbed Wang Qiye's hand and shook it hard.

"Hey, Senior Sister, you can't do this. You have to pay attention to your image, your image."

Wang Qiye glanced at the little Loli.

"I don't, I don't, please teach me quickly."

Dong Jiangai was jumping and dancing, it seemed that she didn't have the awareness of a senior sister of the outer sect yet.

"Hehehe, it's not difficult to teach you. As long as you are willing to spend 10 spirit stones a day on the medicinal bath, and then train your muscles, this magical skill will be easy."

Wang Qiye smiled slightly. If feathers were inserted into his tail at this moment, it would reach the sky.

"Wang Qiye, you are such a bad guy. I hate you so much. I don't want to play with you anymore."

Dong Jiangai acted like a senior sister, shook off Wang Qiye's hand, glared at him with angry eyes, and ran away.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Brother Wang, can this be achieved just by boiling you in water every day?"

Zhang Dali also came over and wanted to touch the clone.

"Go, go play. What kind of body-building effect can boiling water have? Do you know anything about medicinal baths?"

Wang Qiye's clone slapped the hand that was stretched out to him. This child was already stupid. Elder Hai had gone crazy to increase the amount of fireballs from one to two in order to pay for the wine. He also added half a bag of medicine residue and raised the temperature by 50 degrees. This child became an accomplice without knowing it. He was still smug about adding half a spirit stone every month. What will he achieve when he grows up?

It's a pity that Wang Qiye wanted to pay for Elder Hai's wine directly to avoid this bitter sin, but this thief took a big gulp of wine, and two puffs of white wine came out of his red nose. He was drunk and wanted to earn money with his own hands. It was really hateful. In the future, not only will he have to pay half of the money for the medicine residue every month, but he will also have to pay half of the money for the medicine residue.

"If you don't want me to touch you, then don't blame me for kicking you when you collapse tomorrow."

Zhang Dali made a face and ran away.

"Hey, you furry kid!"

"Who among you wants to try the skills of my clone?"

"I!"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

"let me!"

Wang Qiye turned his sly eyebrows and looked at Xia Yucheng, the culprit who made him the victim. His clone hooked his finger at him and said, "Boy, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not learning the skills well enough!"

The people who were surrounding them all made way for the two men to perform.

Wang Qiye controlled the clone, put Zhishui on his waist, and took a stance. Xia Yucheng gathered his thoughts, and flames ignited on his boxing gloves. This move was far inferior to Hu Zonghai's.

"what!"

The clone took a few steps to chase, turned in the air, kicked a flaming boxing glove, and after landing, it turned like a spinning top, and kicked the other flaming boxing glove back. Then he took another step to chase and kicked Xia Yucheng to the ground.

"happy!"

Watching Xia Yucheng rolling five steps away, Wang Qiye felt that this clone had no discomfort. He turned the clone's wrist and prepared to leave.

"Don't control it, it doesn't count!"

Xia Yucheng steadied himself and stood up. This kid had thick skin and seemed to be fine.

"If I don't control it, this clone will not hold back on its strength. You don't know what's good for you, kid."

He was talking beside him and turned his head again.

"I'm going to beat the one who has no control!"

Xia Yucheng was very unconvinced.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Xia, let's fight it together?"

Jiang Yuyan and Fan Zhengxing jumped out and stood on Xia Yucheng's left and right.

"I'm coming too! I'm coming too!"

Mu Beiluo also jumped out, holding a spear in his hand, and stood next to Jiang Yuyan.

"What the hell are you doing, you four?"

Wang Qiye looked disdainful.

"So what do you say we should do?"

Jiang Yuyan put her hands on her hips. Now it was her turn to act fashionable.

"Three people at most, no more."

"Okay, Mu Beiluo, you wait on the side first, and the three of us will go and meet his three heads and six arms first."

Namu Beiluo stepped aside, while Jiang Yuyan and Xia Yucheng stood on both sides of Fan Zhengxing.

Wang Qiye also stood with the clone, pulled out Wentian and Zhishui. He released the control of the clone. He was not familiar with the clone technique yet. When he controlled the clone, the main body could not move. When he controlled the main body, the clone could play freely. When he controlled the main body, the clone could not move.

"Up!"

As soon as Wang Qiye let go of the clone, it rushed up like a wild horse, holding Zhishui. Although the clone was only half as strong as himself during the sparring on the mountain, at this moment the clone was the main one and Wang Qiye was assisting it, otherwise he would have been easily surrounded and killed by the three people. He quickly picked up Wentian and chased after him.

Fan Zhengxing used his stick to point out a plum blossom. There are two types of sticks: hard stick and soft stick. The two types have different focuses and characteristics. The one in Fan Zhengxing's hand is a soft stick.

The clone jumped up like a rabbit, lightly tapped the shadow of the stick with one foot, turned over and kicked Xia Yucheng.

Fan Zhengxing was still going strong, and the plum blossom wrapped around a sword. Wang Qiye only knocked three times in a row, and then he swept the stick towards Fan Zhengxing's head.

Xia Yucheng crossed his fists on his chest and squatted slightly to block a black foot that was pressing down from the sky. The two separated as soon as they touched each other. The black foot that flew upwards was entangled by a piece of colorful silk and pulled down. Jiang Yuyan really wanted to deal with the clone first.

Xia Yucheng let go of the stick, dodged somersaults to let Guo Wentian pass, and kicked the stick with his foot as he raised it, sending it backwards.

Wang Qiye changed his sweep to a stab, and attacked Jiang Yuyan with a knife. Jiang Yuyan didn't dare to delay, and with both hands, he smashed his clone towards Wang Qiye.

Wang Qiye just leaned over and rolled on the ground, and one of his clones' black feet collided with a soft stick.

Xia Yucheng's pair of fists that were on fire clanged against Wentian's four times, but he was kicked away by Wang Qiye, and a colorful silk wrapped around him again.

"I'll deal with him, you go and join forces with Fan Zhengxing to strangle that clone."

"Senior Sister Jiang, be careful."

Xia Yucheng bypassed the two and attacked the clone.

Wang Qi and Ye Wentian separated at the first touch with Cai Ling. He couldn't take Jiang Yuyan in a short time, so he planned not to get entangled with her and just leave her and chase after Xia Yucheng.

Fan Zhengxing was also fighting hard with his clone. An inch longer, an inch stronger, so he naturally danced in front of him tightly. The stick hit the clone's head, waist, and feet. Three plum blossoms bloomed at the same time.

The clone could only retreat and block. Xia Yucheng punched the clone in the back, and the clone stomped its feet on the ground and flew over Xia Yucheng's head. It stomped on Xia Yucheng's head again, somersaulted in the air, stepped on Wang Qiye's hand, and went back to meet Jiang Yuyan.

After sending away the clone, Wang Qiye chopped at the two plum blossoms that were attacking from the front. Fan Zhengxing was under great pressure, and after the plum blossoms shattered, he took two steps back. Xia Yucheng forced Wentian back with two punches.

The four of them fought evenly.

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"Have you heard that the weirdo Wang Qiye from Qingzhu Peak is said to be alive again?"

"It is said that the ugly guy is now beating two people at once, and his face is swollen and black and blue every day. If he continues like this, it will be dangerous to meet him in the competition at the end of the year!"

"How can such a loser who scores zero every year still stay on the mountain? I can't accept it!!!"