Chapter 46 Progress

When he returned to Fan's house, it was already evening. Yin Yifan was slightly sad. He left Fan Zi and walked towards a remote courtyard.

"Fan Jian!" Yin Yifan's crisp voice penetrated into the door of the courtyard.

A thin middle-aged man is swinging an axe and clucking firewood. At this time, he is doing this job and is going to carry water later. He is busy all day long.

Fan Jian was stunned when he heard the sound, and his indifferent face showed a touch of joy. He stood up, but shouted, "You boy, I thought you were castrate and hid in one place. You won't die."

Yin Yifan smiled gently, approached, patted Fan Jian's body and said, "Good luck, still a man."

"Hmm?" Fan Jian was slightly puzzled and asked, "Do you really have a relationship with that second lady?"

"It's unspeakable." Yin Yifan put away his pale face, walked a few steps, picked up the big axe and smashed it fiercely on a wooden stake.

Seeing this situation, Fan Jian couldn't help trembling and said, "I can't see that your strength has improved a lot."

Yin Yifan put down his axe and took a deep breath. It seemed that he had just vented all his grievances. He raised an arc at the corners of his mouth and said, "Have you thought of a way to let me go out?"

"Well, I've been asking recently to ask those patrollings to drink a lot of wine and waste a lot of money. It's only time to choose." Fan Jian looked proud and rubbed his chin.

Yin Yifan's eyes lit up, his heart moved, and he said, "Oh? When is the best time?"

Fan Jian was not in a hurry to answer when he heard the words. First, he looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Then he approached Yin Yifan's ear and said gently, "Ten days later, it is said that the master wanted to transfer a lot of people out at that time, and it was just right to slip out at that time."

"Isn't that the Spring Festival?" Yin Yifan was shocked and exhaled.

"Shh! Be gentle, are you looking for death?" Fan Jian shouted angrily, quickly covered Yin Yifan's mouth, and his face trembled, as if the two were having an affair.

Yin Yifan's eyes were in a trance, opened Fan Jian's hand with one hand, and couldn't help wiping his mouth. Despite this, he was not angry and said in a low voice, "It was already old at that time. Why did Fan Li take so many people out?"

"How do I know this, but after I inquired about it, it's true." Fan Jian frowned and said helplessly.

"Where are you going?" After Yin Yifan asked, even he felt that the question was stupid. He didn't even know what to do. How could he know where to go?

Fan Jian just rolled his eyes and exhaled, "I'm afraid only the master knows this."

When Yin Yifan returned to his room, it was already night. Sitting at the head of the bed, he secretly planned to escape from the Fan family. If it is true, then there are still about ten days to stay in the Fan family.

"Well, in these ten days or so, I will try my best to improve my strength to 1 yuan and 70 jiao." Yin Yifan read in his heart that he reached out to take the secret book, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"A gorgeous palm?"

Yin Yifan picked up the book next to Mu Tu Jue and read it doubtfully. His heart seemed to be colorful and excited, "Yuan Jue?"

Now Yin Yifan's strength can only be cultivated if he wants to go further. The first one in the nine parts of Fengchen, the body chapter, has been practiced to the extreme. Then there is the second part of the practice - the instrument. But now Yin Yifan doesn't even have a weapon, so he can't practice for a long time.

If you can't practice the nine parts of sealing dust, you can only go to a higher level in Yuanli. Now the strength of one yuan and 50 cents, if you go further, it will be one yuan and seventy cents. Yin Yifan is very sure that he has the ability to improve so much within ten days.

"Let's take a look at this formula first." Yin Yifan gently opened the book, which was not old. As soon as the writing was opened, a strong white light flashed, which was very dazzling. Fortunately, it only has a blink of an eye and doesn't have much impact.

Yin Yifan's heart was relieved and read it carefully.

"Brow the power and gather your palms. During the outbreak, it was gorgeous. The light is extinguished and can stab the gods. The gorgeous palm is the spiritual secret of the middle-grade spiritual realm. If it is played to the extreme, it is not weaker than the spiritual realm.

"Isn't it weaker than the original secret of the best spiritual realm?" Yin Yifan read a sound in his heart and thought that Wu Qian, who was hostile to him the other day, clearly used his colorful palms. Although he was very powerful, he could find that he did not get the essence.

The heart method of Yuanjue is not long. The three-character scriptures are generally arranged in rows. Yin Yifan appreciates it before and after, and after, and he closes his eyes to understand it. The power of Yuan in the yuan is constantly overflowing, and suddenly disappears.

After about half an hour, Yin Yifan lifted it with his left hand and pushed forward flat.

"Hum!"

The earthy yellow power in the palm of the hand is like a light, suddenly flashing and making a slight hum, but it is not very powerful.

Spread out his palm, Yin Yifan looked at it gently, and was slightly satisfied. He secretly said, "With this practice, my gorgeous palm will be more than Wu Qiang's."

He exhaled and was not complacent. He was mature. He was no longer as impetuous as an ordinary teenager. He slowly sat up and practiced his gorgeous palms overnight. From time to time, he pushed out a palm and flashed in the room. If ordinary people saw it, they would think it was haunted here.

Although the launch of each palm does not have much power, fortunately every palm is more advanced than before, although it is also a little progress. The most important thing is persistence and resilience.

After more than ten days, Yin Yifan finally got a general experience of the gorgeous palms. According to the formula of Mu Tu, the realm of Yuanli also stepped into the realm of one yuan and seven corners, and the Yuan power of his body was finally much deeper.

Standing up from the bedside and looking at the dusty table, Yin Yifan couldn't help smiling. Maybe it was because Fan Jian came last night. He was in a particularly good mood today, which can be described as smooth.

Today is the day when Fan Li wants to take people out, and it is also the day when he wants to escape from the Fan family.

When I walked to Meiyuan, I heard the bustling sound outside the courtyard, obviously because the end of the year was approaching, and the lanterns were busy.

"Brother Fanfan." It was Fan Zi's voice, which sounded later.

"Hmm?" Yin Yifan turned back and smiled.

Feel Yin Yifan's deeper and deeper feeling, Fan Zi couldn't help exclaiming and shouted resently, "Oh, my God, you won't be Jin Jiao again."

"Hey." Yin Yifan just smiled with a simple and harmless smile.

Fan Zi looked sad and couldn't help reaching out and beating Yin Yifan. Even with a mysterious smile.

"What's the matter, second young master?" Yin Yifan asked lazily.

"Look, what is this?" Fan Zi reached out and gently wiped the simple ring she was wearing on her finger. The white light flashed, and a long sword appeared.

"This sword!" Yin Yifan's eyes were stunned and shocked. He recognized this sword. It was the last time Yan Cheng came to Fan's house and gave Fan Zi's sword - Mangshang.

"I'll let you escape today. Get ready. This sword will be my little brother and I will finally honor you." Fan Zi said lightly with a hippie smile.

In Yin Yifan's heart, there was a big wave, and his heart was warm, and there was a gentle light in his eyes. He was not in a hurry to take over the Mang Shangjian, but just reached out and gently stroked Fan Zi's head. The childish face was full of smiles.

He really thinks he is a brother.

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