Of course, these spells were all given by Qin Muyan. It’s because the starting point of the ancestral inheritance was too high, so the days below the foundation-building stage were extremely miserable!

Although some spells have little offensive power, they are very useful in daily life, such as the cleaning spell used last time.

Thinking of this, Yang Lan'er immediately remembered the fragment of the divine tripod, took it out immediately, threw it into an abandoned furnace, and cooked it at pure high temperature.

In this regard, Shen Ding expressed deep helplessness. The cleaning technique has been cleaned, okay? It is more powerful than that high-temperature disinfection! Yang Lan'er's behavior is purely a psychological shadow. After cooking for a long time, she was finally satisfied and continued to wrap it up and put it away.

There is no way, this fragment is beyond the range of fusion, so I can only put it aside for now.

In the original story, no wonder the system required Mu Feng to collect all the items before exchanging them. It was just fragments, who knew where the rest were? It was not the same world at all!

Thinking of this, Yang Lan'er was embarrassed. The system actually gave Mu Feng an impossible task...

After tidying up the medicinal field and taking care of the space, Yang Lan'er had a good meal before returning to her room.

She hasn't eaten properly these days, even though the food in Cang Yan Continent is really good.

At the Yang family, Yang Lan'er didn't eat too much. She just took it slow. She didn't want to reveal too much of her strength.

Although it is pure nonsense to judge a person's strength by his appetite, there are at least some clues to follow.

Generally speaking, if you eat too much, it makes no sense that your strength would become so weak.

After lying in bed for a while, it was dawn outside. Yang Lan'er got up early in the morning to absorb the sun's essence, and felt extremely comfortable all over.

Seeing that everyone else was competing, Yang Lan'er went on her own. After a day of wandering around Lezhou, she discovered a lot of cultivation materials. The resources were indeed much richer than on Earth. Some things could be found everywhere, and ordinary people could use them casually, but they just couldn't bring out the original advantages of the materials.

After learning about the herbal medicine system, Yang Lan'er became excited and bought a lot of seeds, preparing to plant them in the space.

Seeing that there are so many things in the world of ordinary people, Yang Lan'er couldn't help but look forward to the rich transactions in the world of immortal cultivation. Of course, in some stores, Yang Lan'er also found some rare items that others didn't know about, and she spent money like water.

Although the property left by their ancestors was innumerable, Yang Lan'er, who had always had a small peasant mentality, still felt a little distressed.

Thinking that her ancestors had passed down so many things, and she only spent them without earning anything, what would she pass on in the future? This thought flashed through her mind, and Yang Lan'er immediately saw an expert placing bets at the opening, calculating his own expenses and betting a portion on himself, and she was immediately satisfied.

If you can earn and spend your own money, you can also leave more things to your successors, right?

Although Yang Lan'er herself laughed at her own far-fetched ideas, it's better to be prepared! Who can tell what will happen in the future?

As expected, the Yang family didn't care much about her. Yang Lan'er thought this was a good thing and she could do whatever she wanted.

Three days later, Yang Lan'er had her first competition. Since it was scheduled for the afternoon, she arrived at the competition venue after lunch.

"You are here every day, aren't you bored?" Yang Lan'er couldn't help asking when she saw Yang Feiyin's siblings, and Yang Yue were all here.

"Some fights are very intense. You need to observe your opponent!" Yang Feiyin said with a smile, "Look, that woman in black is the daughter of the Song family, a famous genius in Lezhou. She is already an eighth-level warrior at the age of sixteen. She will definitely be among the top fifty in Lezhou this time."

"Although the Song family does not have a title, one of the favorite concubines of the previous emperor of the Qianxiang Dynasty was from the Song family. They are also the in-laws of the current King Huai. Their background is more powerful than our Yang family, and they have developed rapidly in recent years."

As she spoke, Yang Feiyin looked a little dejected: "I am a peak sixth-rank warrior. According to the level of previous years, if I had fought hard, I might have had a chance to go to the capital. But this year, it seems that there are many strong ones. I was a little confident before, but now it should be impossible."

Without waiting for Yang Lan'er to respond, Yang Feiyin immediately became firm again: "But, wait until the next term and work hard for another five years."

Yang Lan'er was a little surprised. This girl's self-healing ability was too strong. How could she look like someone who needed comfort? She was so shocked that she could not even think of words of comfort.

However, it makes sense that the minimum requirement is to be a level 3 warrior to be eligible to participate. It should be difficult for a level 6 warrior to stand out! Being able to enter the top ten in previous years only shows that the overall strength is indeed not high.

Yang Lan'er had never thought about helping Yang Feiyin improve her strength, although it was not without her help, the main reason was that their friendship had not reached that level yet.

Everyone spoke frankly from the beginning, saying there was no mutual benefit or friendship.

Yang Lan'er looked at the eldest daughter of the Song family for a few more times, and soon lost interest. In fact, she herself felt that participating in such a competition was a bit bullying, but she had no better solution for the time being.

Soon it was her turn, and Yang Lan'er followed the waiter to the competition venue.

In such a square, there are no less than a hundred fighting arenas, all going on almost simultaneously, one after another, 24 hours a day.

Otherwise, with so many contestants, it would be impossible to sort them out.

Of course, if the match is held at night, if you miss the time, you will automatically forfeit.

Yang Lan'er has two games scheduled in the evening. Fortunately, they are not very late and will not affect her rest time.

When Yang Lan'er saw her opponent on the stage, she was stunned for a moment. She immediately looked at the person in front of her. He was only eight or nine years old and a third-level warrior. Although he pretended to be calm, he could not hide his nervousness. This should not be the story of playing the pig to eat the tiger! There was no way. After being influenced by many novels, Yang Lan'er was afraid that another male and female protagonist would suddenly appear and play the drama of playing the pig to eat the tiger.

You know, the modern society she traveled through is actually the world of novels, isn't that strange!

Generally speaking, if someone reaches the third level at the age of eight or nine, he can be considered a little genius. He would not bother in the fighting arena for no reason. You know, although killing is prohibited in fighting, any other serious injuries are not allowed.

Although Yang Lan'er was puzzled as to which parent was so confident, she did not say anything.

Trouble comes from the mouth. Yang Lan'er never looks down on anyone. Besides, don't bully the young just because they are poor!

Although it was a bit of an exaggeration, Yang Lan'er still raised her guard and waited cautiously for the child to rush over. It would be better if he didn't shout. She hated noise! ​​If the sound was not really just a bit harsh and used for encouragement, Yang Lan'er would have suspected that he had learned sound attack.

After making sure that there was really no hidden card, Yang Lan'er reached out and grabbed the back of the boy's collar and lifted him up without much effort.