In just two or three minutes, the president of the Civilized Teachers Association appeared.

Not far behind him, there was also a group of senior executives following.

As soon as they appeared and saw Lin Ping'an, their eyes lit up and they immediately began to praise him endlessly.

"Young genius, heroes are born young. I didn't expect that at such a young age, you have already successfully passed the Tiandao Network Yellow Level Kung Fu Certification and become a one-star civilization master."

"How old is he? He has already successfully created a yellow-level technique. His future is limitless!"

"Finally, a genius in the field of civilization master appeared in Tianyang City!"

"That's right! Didn't the Dihai City Civilization Master Association next door just have a one-star civilization master in his twenties join? Now we have a younger one here, let's see if they can still show off!"

“It’s really good!”

“…”

All in all, all good things to say.

After a long time, one of them asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"I still don't know which yellow-level technique you created? What's its name?"

Hearing this, Lin Pingan did not hide or avoid it, but said it directly.

"The name of the skill is "The Breath-Resting Technique", and the account name is "Ping Ping An An"."

Upon hearing this, everyone could not wait to use their minds to communicate with the Heavenly Dao Network and check it out.

After a few seconds, they all logged off the Internet, their faces turning strange.

After thinking for a long time, he finally forced out a few words of praise.

"This... this yellow-level technique... is really... emmmm... unique!"

"Whether it works or not is not worth mentioning for now, but the Heavenly Dao Network has indeed recognized this "Breath Concentration Technique" as a yellow-level technique."

"Yeah! If you hide your Qi and blood normally, it should be much easier to buy groceries."

"This... this should be the stepping stone. I will definitely be able to create a better technique in the future."

"The road is a little off, but it's okay. Once the system learns, it will be able to correct it."

“…”

For a moment, everyone was at a loss for words and could only say a few vague sentences.

It is only applicable to grades below three, and has no effect on grades above four.

It can neither increase attack nor defense, nor increase movement speed.

To be honest, they had no idea what the use of practicing "The Breath-Relieving Technique" would be.

What would it matter if I restrained my breath?

Martial artists have always fought head-on, and practicing any technique that has no effect on increasing strength is just a waste of time.

However, when they remembered the prices they had just seen, their faces suddenly became serious and they began to preach.

"Oh, there is one more thing. My friend, the price you set is wrong. It is only sold for 1 merit point, which is too low! This will destroy the price market of the entire yellow-level technique."

"That's right! The price is so low! I can't earn any merits. How can I create new skills in the future without enough resources?"

"Yes! Yes! This will ruin your future and your way out. Hurry up and raise the price!"

“…”

Hearing this, Lin Pingan responded calmly.

"I know, but if I don't sell it at such a low price, it won't sell at all!"

After hearing this, everyone was speechless and there was no room for rebuttal.

This is the fact and there is no way to refute it.

But even so, after a brief thought, he still made two suggestions.

“My friend, even if you can’t sell it, you have to raise the price. Otherwise, it is likely to attract the hostility of other yellow-level civilization masters.”

"That's right, that's right, you have to be sociable!"

"If you order it at such a low price, there will probably be problems."

“…”

Faced with all kinds of persuasion, Lin Pingan waved his hand, his face was indifferent and his tone was calm.

"Thank you all for your kindness. I have made up my mind. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

He bowed, turned around and left without stopping for a moment.

Upon seeing this, the senior officials and the president of the Civilization History Association were all stunned.

After a moment, everyone smiled bitterly and shook their heads, their tone filled with sighs.

"Hey! The new generation is really unique!"

“You’re still too young!”

"This little friend still needs a beating from society! When he grows up, he will understand our good intentions."

"Genius! Always different."

“…”

At this moment, the president suddenly thought of a question.

From the beginning, he has been calling me "little friend", and until now he has not asked my name.

When the news was passed on before, the front desk did not explain it.

Thinking of this, I turned around and asked.

The lady at the front desk quickly called it up and showed it to her immediate supervisor.

A few seconds later, the president just finished reading the first few messages and couldn't help but exclaimed one after another.

"My friend, your name is Lin Ping'an! What a good name! But it sounds a little familiar! What? Tianyang No. 1 Middle School? You're only 18 years old this year?"

A group of senior executives not far away heard what was said and hurried over, asking questions non-stop.

"President, what did you say? Eighteen years old? Tianyang No. 1 Middle School? That kid is a high school student?"

"I was wondering! How come you feel so young! You have successfully created a yellow-level technique before you even entered college! Awesome! Really amazing!"

"Oh my goodness, these younger ones are getting more and more terrifying. If we're not careful, they can easily beat our seniors to the beach."

"Haven't you gone to college yet? Emmmm... I suddenly have an idea!"

"Stop talking! I have an idea too! It might be similar to yours!"

"Humph! Then let's see who offers a higher price!"

“…”

Inexplicably, from this moment on, several high-level members of the Civilization Masters Association looked at each other, and a hint of gunpowder began to appear in their tone.

"Humph! You're only attending a second-rate school! A genius like this should go to a first-rate school!"

"What are you talking about? Say it again! Asshole! Huhai Academy is a first-rate academy! Did you hear me? It's a first-rate academy!"

"I feel that top universities are the most suitable, you are all talking nonsense!"

"Shut up!" ×2

“…”

In fact, their idea is very simple. Since Lin Pingan is still a high school student, it means that he has not yet chosen a university.

In this way, he can be recommended to the institution of learning from which he came.

In the eyes of everyone, the yellow-level martial arts created by Lin Pingan is useless.

But this incident also proved the other party's talent in creating skills for civilized masters.

As long as you undergo systematic learning and guidance, you will definitely have a bright future.

This kind of talent will naturally not be wasted on outsiders.

Besides, you can get some benefits and favors by recommending someone.

For a moment, each of the senior executives had the same idea in mind and looked at each other with caution.

Of course, at this moment, they also thought of their biggest competitor, the president who graduated from Daxia’s top institution.

But when everyone turned their heads to look, they suddenly realized something was wrong.

At this moment, the president looked at the information, his face changed from gloomy to bright, and finally he sighed.

"What a shame! What a pity! The genius has fallen! After all, he is just a shooting star, which can only bloom for a short time and bloom for a moment."

After hearing this, the senior executives were completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

I always feel like I'm not on the same page with my boss.

The president glanced at him, stepped aside, and spoke with regret.

"That's enough! Stop guessing! Take a look for yourself! There's other information about Little Friend Lin in there."

"After reading this, you will probably understand!"

Hearing this, everyone stepped forward and checked one by one.

As he read line by line, his expression kept changing.

Then, after reading it, everyone understood what the president meant by those words.