Making Great Fortune Overnight

3Leng Qianqiu was a big shot of the Ming Hall, but he was also a generous man who joined the Martial Arts Alliance. This was the attraction of Qin Lang's charisma.    

    

He initially thought that the Martial Alliance was just a loose organization of warriors, similar to the association. He never thought that the Martial Alliance had a strict hierarchy and a very strict structure.    

    

To be honest, Leng Qianqiu wanted to quit the Martial Alliance now because his joining would leave an impression on others. The Ming Hall had become a subordinate organization of the Yanjing Martial Art Alliance. This was an illusion.    

    

One should know that the Ming Hall would only be stronger than the Martial Alliance, not weaker.    

    

Therefore, he only recognized Qin Lang, and no one else was worthy of his attention.    

    

The fact that Qin Lang had summoned all these big shots here was a move that made people secretly admire him. After eliminating all the people of Law Enforcement Hall, Qin Lang's prestige in Yanjing Martial Art Alliance had reached a level that his predecessor couldn't reach.    

    

He ordered these ten thousand people to guard the Yanjing Martial Alliance, and the commanders of each position were all young and strong. These young and strong sects obeyed Qin Lang ten thousand times, but their weakness was that their martial arts were not very strong.    

    

Qin Lang had thought about it. When the time was right, he would give some pointers to these disciples of the martial families. It would depend on their comprehension ability and luck to make the decision.    

    

The atmosphere of the Yanjing Martial Alliance was strong and strong.    

    

After that, Qin Lang made some other preparations.    

    

He sent the Zhong Family's men back to One-Line Mountain to reorganize their forces. Firstly, they wanted to prevent any losses in the battle, and secondly, they wanted One-Line Mountain and Yanjing Martial Alliance to become two sides of the same coin.    

    

It was Zhong Yu who had followed him to Moon Inviting Palace this time. Yu was the softest part of Qin Lang's heart. He needed to have no worries in order to face the challenges from all sides.    

    

Initially, Zhong Yu did not want to leave no matter what. When Qin Lang insisted, she could only listen to him with tears in her eyes.    

    

"What a beautiful night."    

    

That night, Qin Lang sat in the Qianqiu Villa and made a pot of tea. He drank leisurely and enjoyed the peace before the war.    

    

He was already a duke, but he had to "live under someone else's roof." He didn't even have his own home. Those young men and women were already angry. They wanted to give him a place to enjoy himself, but Qin Lang refused.    

    

If the spring wasn't destroyed, how could he do it? Right now, he didn't have the mood to buy a house or land. He would wait until the spring was destroyed before making any more sense. In any case, he still had a few hundred million left in his hands that he hadn't used yet.    

    

Now, a few hundred million wasn't much in his eyes, because there really was a place to spend money, and that was to concoct pills.    

    

In the future, medicinal pills might consume a large amount of medicinal herbs, so there would be a lot of chances to burn money.    

    

The refinement of the Opening Meng Pill this time did not require any expensive medicinal herbs. In the afternoon, Qin Lang immediately went to the pharmacy to order a batch of medicinal herbs.    

    

Refining the Opening Meng Pill was very simple. What Qin Lang wanted to refine was the most basic medicinal pill in Moon Inviting Palace.    

    

The Opening Meng Pill was an analogy of the heaven and earth splitting apart the heaven and earth. It was a kind of medicinal pill that could increase one's vitality. It could be said to be a pill that could increase one's vitality. It was all-powerful! It could be used for all things. Be it illness, injury, or weakness, they can all be consumed. For living beings without cultivation, it could even prolong one's lifespan. Live a few more years.    

    

But in reality, because Qin Lang's refining technique and the relevant matching techniques were not too precise, the refinement did not even have a tenth of the true effects of the Opening Meng Pill.    

    

He also had no choice. The spirit medicine that could truly open the Opening Meng Pill. Probably not even the current generation could gather all of them. Even if he used other medicinal materials to replace it, it would still have to be some Hundred Year Old Mountain Ginseng. Putting aside the enormous cost, it was a huge problem where they could find it.    

    

After drinking the tea, Qin Lang hid in the Qianqiu Villa to refine the Opening Pill and improve his inner strength cultivation technique at the same time.    

    

During this period of time, he called several times, but Qin Lang did not pick up at all. He focused on refining the pill.    

    

The Opening Meng Pill he refined a few days ago was too crude, so he put in even more effort this time.    

    

It was only until three o'clock in the morning that the medicinal pills were almost refined.    

    

The competition with Little Spring had already been changed by the Martial Alliance on their own accord to tomorrow afternoon, but since the date had already been changed, he did not have any worries either.    

    

If you want to fight, then fight. Who cares if it's day or night.    

    

Who would have thought that Leng Qianqiu would come at this time?    

    

Leng Qianqiu and Leng Chunyu's faces were full of worry, as if they were looking at him for the last time.    

    

Qin Lang joked, "What, Chunyu seems to be very worried? She is worried that I will lose tomorrow and die at the Great Wall, so she looks at me for the last time?"    

    

Perhaps it was because tomorrow's life and death was uncertain, so Qin Lang was especially relaxed tonight.    

    

" Don't tell me you're going to die. "    

    

Leng Chunyu interrupted Qin Lang before he could finish. "You will definitely win tomorrow."    

    

"You must also win. Many people will be sad if you die."    

    

Qin Lang's heart softened. He knew that Leng Chunyu knew how to be grateful.    

    

He smiled. "Don't worry. I will live."    

    

"According to our information, you killed Zuo Hu. Zuo Chenbing was very angry. Half an hour ago, a group of experts gathered. They are preparing to come to Yanjing tomorrow to watch the battle."    

    

Leng Qianqiu said.    

    

Leng Qianqiu changed the topic. "Tomorrow, you will die in Xiaoquan Wuzheng's hands. Zuo Chenbing will burn your bones and scatter your ashes. He will shovel Elder Zhong and the others away."    

    

"If you are lucky enough to survive from Little Spring, they will kill you on the spot." "Anyway, Zuo Chenbing is determined to let you die in the Great Wall. I am here to remind you to be careful of Zuo Chenbing's plot."    

    

Leng Qianqiu told Qin Lang the information he knew, then picked up Qin Lang's teacup and took a sip. His expression was serious.    

    

"I have put Zuo Chenbing on the death list."    

    

The corner of Qin Lang's mouth curled into a mocking smile. "Me and him are just like Little Spring. One of us will have to die. I will not be plotted against by him."    

    

"Tomorrow, in addition to Zuo Chenbing and his group representing the Martial Alliance, there will also be two tourist groups from China and Japan. There are about twenty of them."    

    

Leng Qianqiu continued, "On Hua Xia's side, Shen Qingshan, who represents the five major families, will lead the team. On the Japanese side, Zuoteng Sanlang will lead the team."    

    

"They can be considered spectators and witnesses."    

    

He added, "With so many people present, Little Spring will not play any tricks. They are all real martial arts."    

    

"He has the advantage. He thinks that he can pinch me to death with one hand, so he naturally won't play any tricks."    

    

Qin Lang smiled and asked, "Who are Shen Qingshan and Zuoteng Sanlang?"    

    

"Zuoteng Sanlang is an elder in the East Ocean Martial Arts. He is fifty-six years old and is highly respected. However, his skills are average and he has average inner strength."    

    

Leng Qianqiu explained to Qin Lang, "Shen Qingshan, the vice president of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association. He has been dealing with the Martial Alliance and the hidden sects all year round."    

    

"He does not have any real power, but his connections are still very wide. He often has dealings with the five major families, so he is also a famous figure in the Dragon City."    

    

"Yes, I understand." Qin Lang picked up the tea and took a sip. He felt that this Shen Qingshan was not very friendly to him.    

    

"Brother, if you can win this battle, I want Chunyu to take you as her master and help you do something."    

    

Leng Qianqiu said solemnly.    

    

Qin Lang almost spat out the tea in his mouth. "With a father like you, do you still need to follow me?"    

    

"No, I, Leng Qianqiu, am only the light of the candle compared to you." Leng Qianqiu spoke very frankly.    

    

After another round of requests, Qin Lang reluctantly agreed. However, he wouldn't be allowed to call him master. He could be considered a nominal disciple outside the mountain gate.    

    

However, Leng Qianqiu was so excited that he was about to cry.    

    

At this time of the day, he had taken Qin Lang as his master. Of course, he had great confidence in his victory over Little Spring.    

    

It was the greatest encouragement.    

    

Leng Qianqiu felt that his daughter had taken a huge advantage of him.