"Thank you for your hospitality, dear." A kind voice came from behind.
Han Zheng snapped his neck back and saw Fang Zong's incredibly kind, friendly, and happy smile—a smile so happy it made him want to kiss him on the cheek.
"Spare me..." Han Zheng cried, tears streaming down his face.
"Thank you for your hospitality, dear," Fang Zong said with a smile.
"Triblekill! Congratulations to the Summoner for getting a triple lucky draw! You got the Ghost Butterfly spell, and the +1 to the Shadow Clone type of demonic quality spell!"
"Congratulations, Summoner, you're close to going berserk! You've obtained the Ghost Butterfly spell, and the number of clone-type, demonic-quality spells has increased by 1!"
Fang Zongle was dumbfounded, dumbfounded with joy, dumbfounded with surprise.
Another clone spell of two different tiers, of sub-magic quality.
So,
Did his magical clone (Amon) directly reach the fifth rank?
He already has the fifth level of True Yang Qi (Sub-Demon). He only needs to improve one more level to become a fifth-level expert in the Arts.
Cultivation is so simple! Fang Zong suddenly exclaimed.
Ninth Sister exclaimed with delight, "Congratulations, Summoner! Your Spell Clone (Sub-Demon) has reached the fifth rank with a 2-point upgrade! This spell can create a clone to fight, possessing 45% of the original's attack power and 45% of the original's defense power, lasting for three minutes!"
"Huh?" Fang Zong was a little confused.
It's the fifth level now, but it's just that the original body's power has increased by 10%?
According to this calculation, even if a spell reaches the seventh level, it only possesses 55% of the original's power. In battles between strong individuals, even the slightest difference makes a world of difference, so this kind of clone is really useless.
"Remind the Summoner that you have reached the fifth rank. Your current clone can use all of the Summoner's spells."
When Ninth Sister spoke again, Fang Zong began to make plans.
After a quick calculation, his eyes widened, and he beamed with joy.
Can a clone use all spells?
So, needless to say, with just a triple critical hit, the clone can unleash more than 100% of the original's attack power.
Such clones are extremely useful, especially in leaving behind ghosts; they're practically divine artifacts!
Fang Zong looked expectantly at Han Zheng, who had turned into a little devil again.
Han Zheng's figure was illusory, and he looked at him pitifully.
Fang Zong: "..."
Fang Zong: "..."
Fang Zong: "..."
Finally, he asked, "Can't it be restored?" He was still looking forward to it.
Han Zheng shook his head, crying.
The recovery just now was just the butterfly eggs that Old Man Han left behind to save his life. He ate them all. Is he going to recover again with his buttocks?
"Spare me!" he cried, begging for mercy.
Fang Zong decisively gave him a quick death.
"This operation yielded tremendous results: fifteen Blood Lotus flowers in ten days, and a pool of Qishan Blood Milk. Well, that's all."
After leaving the cave, Wu Yongci took care of Han Die, who had just woken up. Fang Zong ignored them and sat on a rock, basking in the starlight.
He made a phone call and briefly explained the situation to Old Wang.
Old Wang: "That's it?"
“I already said, that’s it.” Fang Zong nodded decisively.
Old Wang: "Are you trying to fool me, kid? Tell me about the enemy's strength, and then tell me about your own! I know you're too lazy to come back and do any Tiger Ranking, but you should at least let me know your approximate strength, right?"
Fang Zong thought for a moment and replied, "The enemy is a ghost at the sixth level of the magic realm, and I am at the fourth level of the magic realm!"
Old Wang: "...That's it?"
Fang Zong: "It's gone!"
"Fine, I'll assume you're a fourth-level magic user who can kill a sixth-level magic user. I'll put you in the top thirty on the Tiger Ranking," Old Wang said angrily. "I think you're still not telling the truth. It's okay, didn't you want to find ghosts? Next time I'll find you a seventh-level magic user ghost to play with!"
Fang Zong: "Really? Give it to me now!"
Old Wang: "..."
"Snap!" The phone was hung up without a word.
There are definitely ghosts at the seventh level of the skill level.
But which of these ghosts could be easily found by the ghost-slaying team? Even this Qishan Butterfly was only discovered by chance.
Old Wang knew the principle of "it's rare to be confused," and Fang Zong also knew that Old Wang knew the principle of "it's rare to be confused."
However, if the conversation continued, Old Wang worried that he wouldn't be able to suppress his curiosity and would really want to reveal Fang Zong's trump card...
"As expected of the Director-General, he has such a broad mind."
Fang Zong sighed deeply and threw the little yellow cat far away.
You didn't see Hu Batian when the fight was going on, but now that it's over, can you at least tone it down a bit?
Tiger Overlord was holding the butterfly's wings, eating it like a snack. He took a bite and then squinted his cat-like eyes with a satisfied look. His aura also became stronger. He took another bite and then smiled at himself.
Fang Zong really wanted to snatch back the butterfly wings and teach this stupid cat a lesson.
However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that Hu Batian's aura was increasingly approaching the fifth level of the Technique Realm, so he decided to ignore it. Although it was useless in actual combat, Hu Batian, being a cat, had too many ways to deal with ghosts, making him a valuable ally.
It's my own cat, I'll take care of it.
Fang Zong looked at Wu Yongci, pondered for a moment, and then picked up his finger.
Wu Yongci rushed over, and Han Die, still very weak, leaned against him and was pulled over by him.
"Principal, please let me know if you need anything." Wu Yongci said, bowing his head.
Fang Zong said coldly, "Do you think you're lucky, or just lucky?"
Wu Yongci: "..."
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