Yang Haoran originally thought that it would take him a long time to find a piece, but he didn't expect that it would take no effort at all. It's true that good people are rewarded.
Lin Lao has been so sophisticated for a long time that he naturally heard Yang Haoran's perfunctory words.
But I didn’t care, it was originally something I was going to give away.
It would be really embarrassing if Yang Haoran didn't like him.
Yang Haoran is a conscientious person. After getting such a big advantage, he naturally has to give some benefits.
"Mr. Lin has just recovered from a serious illness, and it would be a bit slow to treat him with medication. You are a dark strength warrior after all, and I have a set of Qi nourishing techniques that I can teach you. As long as you are not too lazy, you can return to dark strength within a month.
It’s still possible to reach the top.”
Mr. Lin, who was sitting peacefully, immediately became uneasy and stood up suddenly.
"Does it really take a month to return to the peak of dark strength?"
The other people also looked excited, and they all held their breath.
Yang Haoran looked melancholy: "One month is indeed a long time. There is no way to make it faster. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
Yang Haoran's words made the four of them look at each other with fear.
Is a month a long time? Maybe.
But depending on the circumstances, Mr. Lin had completely lost the ability to take care of himself before, and was even on the verge of death.
Under such circumstances, it only takes one month to reach the level of a peak warrior of dark strength. It is indescribable with such speed, it is simply a miracle.
Mr. Lin's already calm heart suddenly became agitated as if a ball of fire suddenly burned.
Today, he holds a high position of power, but he has never forgotten that he was once a warrior. Although the hot blood in his body has cooled, it has never disappeared.
It's just because the three Yang meridians were damaged that he became inferior to ordinary people.
As for regaining his former strength, Mr. Lin doesn't even dare to have that idea. Please see the novel website.
But now, Yang Haoran not only gave him hope, but also gave him as short a month as possible!
Excited emotions surged in Mr. Lin's chest, and he made a shocking decision in an instant.
With a plop, Mr. Lin knelt down on his knees towards Yang Haoran's position, his forehead touching the ground.
"Master Yang, if you don't mind me, you will allow me to call you master from now on. Master is on top. Please accept my disciple's bow!"
"Father!"
"Mr. Lin, no!"
Lin Zihua and Lin Feng were horrified. The scene in front of them shocked them greatly.
What kind of person is Mr. Lin? He was the God of War who once galloped on the battlefield and the Dinghai Shenzhen in the Southwest.
In this country of Great China, who dares to accept Mr. Lin’s kneeling?
But now, Mr. Lin, who is in a high position, is willing to kneel at the feet of Yang Haoran, a little-known young man.
If the rumor gets out, I'm afraid it will shock the world.
Yang Haoran didn't expect it at all. He admitted that he was a bit thick-skinned.
But no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't sit down at ease at this time, so he quickly got up and helped Mr. Lin up.
"What are you doing? Get up quickly, I can't bear it!"
Mr. Lin said sincerely: "How can I not bear it? As the old saying goes, the Dharma is not taught lightly. Master Yang is willing to teach me the best skills, so he is the master of me, Mr. Lin. What's more, my life is the master's.
Grant, why can’t I kneel down?”
After speaking, Mr. Lin turned to look at Lin Zihua and Lin Feng, and shouted loudly.
"Why don't you two come over quickly to pay homage to Master?"