The three carriages, under the arrangement of Manager Fang, quietly drove out of Sanshui Town and gradually moved away on the way to Chilin City.

Yin Lan, Yin Zhaoping, and his vegetative mother were all in the front carriage. On the other two carriages, one was Qiu Wenzheng and Qiu Ning, and the other was Fang Zhanggui and valuables in his material pavilion.

Yin Zhaoping was originally processing materials in the forging room at home, and was so excited that he was so excited that the gangue mixture was so easy to use. Some materials that he could not handle could be processed easily now. However, when he was happy, Yin Lan returned home and told him to pack up his things without saying a word and ran away. After asking carefully, he realized that his son actually killed the young master of the Mo Chamber of Commerce!

Until now, Yin Zhaoping's face was still a little panicked. The huge thing like the Mo Chamber of Commerce could make him disappear easily by just moving his little fingers. Unexpectedly, his son had been honest before, but today he suddenly changed a lot and caused a huge trouble!

Although Yin Lan told Yin Zhaoping that they had been protected by the Fang family and were heading to Chilin City, Yin Zhaoping still couldn't calm down. The Mo family Chamber of Commerce ranked ninth among the top ten chambers of commerce in the northern Qinglan Kingdom, and the Fang family Chamber of Commerce ranked seventh, and its strength was not much different. Once the Fang family was under pressure from the Mo family Chamber of Commerce, would he really want to make a mortal enemy with the Mo family Chamber of Commerce because of the two drawings drawn by his son?

Yin Lan was not worried at all, but seized the time and sat cross-legged in the wide carriage to practice.

He was only sixteen years old, and his spiritual power cultivation reached the third level of apprenticeship. In a place like Sanshui Town where he could never see a spiritual warrior in his entire life, he was naturally considered a genius, because in the entire Sanshui Town, who had reached such cultivation at this age, in addition to himself, the other person who had been accepted as an outer disciple by Chilin Sect.

But from the overall level of the northern part of Qinglan Country, this talent can only be considered normal.

Fang Zhanggui's son was accepted as a formal disciple by Chilin Sect at the age of twelve, and broke through the ninth level of apprenticeship at the age of 25, reaching the realm of a spiritual warrior, and then he can be regarded as a true genius.

Looking at the entire Qinglan Kingdom, Fang Zhanggui’s son is nothing but Err; if he looks at the entire Shanlan Continent, it is even more worth mentioning.

Yin Lan, who has experienced the next 48 million years, is very clear that at this time, the children of some families trained by top mainland forces absorb a large amount of spiritual essence through their mother's body when they are young. As soon as they learn to walk, there are several monsters who have reached the level of spiritual warriors.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, there is a peerless genius on Shanlan Continent who can attract auspicious clouds from the sky when they are born and open their eyes, and the dragons and phoenixes are the true darling of heaven.

Therefore, it is urgent to improve one's spiritual power cultivation. After experiencing the pain of the previous life, Yin Lan knew that only his own strength was the most real, that he could take revenge in his previous life and obtain the only trace of Hongmeng Qi of the countless planes, all based on strength.

Only by strong strength can you change your destiny. This sounds old-fashioned, very fucked, and idiotic. But it is precisely because of the old-fashioned that it shows that it is a truth recognized by countless people over the years.

Yin Lan lost at the starting line in his previous life, suffered countless hardships, and even wandered in the gates of hell countless times, so he had the opportunity to strive for the best.

In this life, he has countless ways to make up for his own shortcomings.

"call!"

Yin Lan, who was practicing cross-legged on the wooden board of the carriage, inhaled his breath, injected the spiritual energy and exhaled the turbid air, and actually produced a subtle transparent airflow. Of course, it would be difficult to see if he did not observe carefully.

However, as time went by, Yin Lan absorbed spiritual energy more and more, and a small airflow vortex that could be seen in the naked eye appeared in front of his mouth and nose!

Yin Zhaoping, who was worried in the seat next to him, suddenly saw this strange scene and was shocked, widened his eyes and looked a little incredible.

How violent is the speed of this spiritual energy absorbing to achieve such a strange phenomenon!

He didn't know that the method of absorbing spiritual energy that Yin Lan now is called the "Dragon Swallowing Art", which is an extremely powerful spiritual art. Once he practices to a high level, the spiritual energy from all directions will gather and turn into long dragon spirit veins, and drill into his body one after another. Now it is just a trivial small airflow vortex.

Of course, in this era, humans in Shanlan Continent have learned to use spiritual power for no more than ten thousand years. They are still in the process of exploring how to quickly gather spiritual energy and enhance their own cultivation. For the time being, there are only some powerful forces, and the prototype of the spiritual technique has been summarized.

The speed of absorbing spiritual energy is even worse than that of spiritual warriors who practice the lower-grade spiritual skills hundreds of thousands of years later.

Yin Lan's Dragon-Swallowing Art is a divine spiritual technique that comes from other powerful planes, far beyond the levels of low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, mysterious, and heavenly grades. Even tens of millions of years later, it is a legendary spiritual technique!

Yin Lan could feel that he had swallowed more and more spiritual energy, and the spiritual power in the Dantian Qi sea was rising rapidly at a terrifying speed.

It didn't take long for Yin Lan to reach the third level of apprenticeship. With his own qualifications, it would take at least two years to break through to the fourth level of apprenticeship. But with the super plug-in of the Dragon Swallowing Art, five days later, his whole body was shocked in the morning, and his aura suddenly surged.

Apprentice Level 4!

It was originally two years before it reached this level, but now it only took five days. He has improved his cultivation efficiency by hundreds of times, which is simply so perverted that it is beyond remarkable.

On the day Yin Lan broke through, the three carriages finally arrived at the extremely prosperous Chilin City.

"It took only 800 miles from Sanshui Town to Chilin City, and I actually walked for five days. It was really uncomfortable." Yin Lan felt that the carriage had stopped, stretched and muttered in his heart.

When I opened the curtains, I found that I was in a huge yard, and I had obviously reached my destination. This should be the Fang family mansion.

"The transportation is too backward. It seems that you should find time to make a little effort. You can make a lot of money by simply creating a spiritual power drive car. At least you have to keep driving for two hundred miles in one hour, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go out far in the future." Yin Lan thought to himself.

At this time, the coachman lifted the curtain, and the shopkeeper Fang also came over to ask Yin Lan and Yin Zhaoping to get off the carriage, while Yin Lan's mother stayed in the carriage for the time being.

After getting off the bus, Yin Zhaoping, a big man with a rough expression, had a little nervous expression. This was the first time he had come to a big family like the Fang family. On the contrary, Yin Lan had a little emotion in his eyes. In this life, he stepped into the Fang Mansion again.

In fact, I chose to cooperate with the Fang family because when Yin Lan's leg was broken in his previous life and he was also burdened with a deep revenge on the sea of ​​blood, the Fang family helped him, and his timely kindness would never be forgotten. In this life, he naturally wanted to repay his kindness.

The virtue of a meal will be rewarded, and the grudges of a grudge will be repaid. This is Yin Lan’s simplest principle of dealing with the world.

If you have grace but not repaid, you will not repaid your grudges. It’s not that he forgot it, but because the time has not come.

At this time, a strong bald old man was wearing a silver robe representing the identity of a Level 6 weapon refiner, and a smile appeared on his face. He strode straight to the two of them, ignoring the young Yin Lan, but instead focused his eyes on Yin Zhaoping, who looked in his forties.

Lin Jinhuo was full of excitement and grabbed Yin Zhaoping's hand tightly. He smiled cheerfully and said enthusiastically: "Master Yin Lan, you have been in harmony with God for a long time! I am Lin Jinhuo, the chief weapon refiner of the Fang Family Chamber of Commerce. After reading the two drawings you sent, I have benefited a lot and have been looking forward to your arrival. I didn't expect that Master Yin Lan, you are so young, less than fifty this year, right? It's true..."

Suddenly, Lin Huojin's smile froze and he said in a daze: "Uh... Master Yin Lan, why is your cultivation so low?"

After he held Yin Zhaoping's hand, he realized that the man in front of him did not even have the cultivation level of a first-level spiritual warrior!

A powerful weapon refiner must have strong spiritual power cultivation as a backing, otherwise he will not be able to deal with some advanced materials at all, let alone construct spiritual power circuits in spiritual weapons. For example, Lin Jinhuo's own strength has reached the level of a fifth-level spiritual warrior. Looking at the entire Qinglan Kingdom, he can be considered a strong man.

Lin Jinhuo thought that Master Yin Lan, who was as strong as him, had to have a spiritual martial artist of level 3 or level 4, but after shaking hands, he found out that he was just an apprentice-level spiritual martial artist!

Since Yin Zhaoping broke up with his family because of marrying Yin Lan's mother, he has never seen a first-level weapon refiner in nearly twenty years, let alone shook hands with a sixth-level weapon refiner, which made his heart jump wildly.

Especially when he saw Lin Jinhuo's robe, when Lin Jinhuo introduced himself as the chief weapon refiner of the Fang family, Yin Zhaoping's legs couldn't help but tremble, and he felt sweaty when his palms squeezed, his face became awkward and nervous.

"Ahem...Master Lin, I am Yin Lan, this is my father Yin Zhaoping." Yin Lan couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice, and then, towards the very cute bald old man in his impression, he stretched out a young and even tender palm, and said with a smile.

"What?" Lin Jinhuo was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, so he turned around and found Yin Lan's existence.

Yin Lan took out the original manuscript of the two spiritual weapon design drawings, shook them in front of Lin Jinhuo, and then solemnly repeated: "Master Lin, I am Yin Lan, you are wrong."

Lin Jinhuo was suddenly dizzy and snatched the drawings in Yin Lan's hand. When he saw that it was true that the original manuscripts of the two design drawings were.

He was immediately angry and completely lost his composure. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Yin Lan's collar. He stared at Yin Lan with his cow eyes and shouted: "Where is the person who painted these two pictures? Tell me!"

The head of the family Fang Qingyuan commissioned Lin Jinhuo to first explore the level of the "Yin Lan" master, and then decide whether to take him to the study to see him. Lin Jinhuo was not convinced, because after carefully studying the two drawings in the past few days, he discovered more wonderful things. Some of the novel designs in these two drawings have transcended the conventional boundaries of refining weapons and seem to not belong to this era.

If a master who can draw these two pictures still needs to explore it?

But, but... Damn, it's a scam!

He only realized now that the head of the family was still smart. Otherwise, the head of the Fang family solemnly received a little kid, and then he would make people laugh to death if he said it, and the Fang family would be disgraced.

"Master Lin, Master Lin... you misunderstood." Manager Fang shouted carefully next to him.

Lin Jinhuo looked at Manager Fang and said angrily: "You are the bastard manager named Fang Baolin? You are blind to your dog eyes. Why don't you explain it clearly when you send me a message?"

Lin Jinhuo's shiny big bald head seemed to reflect under the sun, but it almost blinded Manager Fang's eyes.

"Master Lin, those two pictures were drawn by Brother Yin Lan. I saw him draw it with my own eyes. You really misunderstood!" Manager Fang said anxiously with a smile on his face.

"Don't let your mother go!" After hearing this, Lin Jinhuo became even more disbelief and became even more angry. He squirted about the shopkeeper Fang's face and spitted out: "It takes a whole day for me to draw these two pictures. How can you open your eyes and look at the little brat drawing with your eyes open? No wonder I heard that boy Fang Sanpang say that your performance is as bad as shit!"

"..." Manager Fang choked for a moment, but he dared not speak out, and his old face turned red.

Yin Lan was held with her collar, which looked very affecting her image. However, he had no resentment because Lin Jinhuo had such a bad temper and had already experienced it in his previous life.

In fact, this bald old man is straightforward and has a good character. He gave Yin Lan a lot of guidance and help in his previous life.

Yin Lan reached out and took out a carbon ink pen from his arms, wrote four big words in his palm, then raised his palm and pointed it at Lin Jinhuo, and said, "Master Lin, you can believe me now."
Chapter completed!