Ultrabasic evolution

Not long after Lin Shen left the library, the director came to the counter: "What books did Dean Tian borrow?"

"Dean Tian borrowed two books, Jiutian Xuan Fan Technique and Butterfly Fan Technique." The administrator checked and said.

The curator didn't think there was any problem after hearing this. He knew that Lin Shen's life base was a folding fan, and it was normal to borrow the fan technique.

When the curator was about to leave, he heard the administrator say again: "He just returned the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fan Technique and it was borrowed by him."

"You just came back? Who came back?" the curator asked subconsciously.

"It's the Concubine Tian," the administrator replied.

"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Fan that Tian Fei returned?" The curator reached for the loan record and looked through it. Sure enough, he saw that it was the Jiu Tian Xuan Fan that Tian Fei had borrowed. It had just been returned today, not even a few minutes ago. It was borrowed by Lin Shen.

"Is it a coincidence?" The curator returned to his office, thought about it, and contacted An Jiahe.

"Sir, do you think this is a coincidence?" the curator said.

"Whether it's a coincidence or not, it doesn't have to be a coincidence." An Jiahe said calmly: "You don't know anything about this matter, and you don't have to worry about anything. I have my own arrangements."

Putting down the communicator, An Jiahe showed a smile on his face: "This is an opportunity that comes to your door. You can solve two problems at once."

Lin Shen didn't know that someone was already arranging the script. He had already started practicing the butterfly fan technique at home.

The Butterfly Fan Technique is not as complicated as the Jiutian Xuan Fan Technique, the key point is just the word "throw".

Lin Shen directly removed the front half and only practiced the second half. He threw the folding fan like a boomerang. Using technique and strength, the thrown folding fan could fly back on its own.

In fact, flying back is not the point, it is just practicing the technique of controlling the folding fan and the use of force.

The really great thing about the butterfly fan technique is that after throwing the fan out, you can use the special structure and technical manipulation of the fan itself to make the folding fan fly in an unpredictable trajectory in the air.

The folding fan moves up and down, left and right, just like a butterfly dancing wildly in the wind, making it difficult to guess where it will fly to in the next moment.

What makes Lin Shen feel most incredible is that the person who created this butterfly fan technique didn't even know where the folding fan would end up when he threw it out.

This is a technique that even the person using it cannot fully control.

Lin Shen was really interested in this technique. After practicing for a while, he was able to control the thrown folding fan to fly back.

This is purely an application of skill, rather than letting the Fan of Inheritance fly back on its own.

But being able to fly back is just the beginning of the butterfly fan technique. The real power is the final uncontrollability.

Lin Shen even speculated whether it was possible that if the butterfly fan technique was really practiced, he could restrain Tian Bu Luo and Lao Tie's prejudgment techniques.

After all, even Lin Shen himself didn't know where the fan would fly. No matter how the other party could predict it, it would be impossible to predict such an inexplicable strange thing.

The more Lin Shen thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more motivated he became to practice. He kept practicing and trying to control the flight path of the folding fan.

Disorder without order is useless. Only when there is order can disorder be effective.

If just throwing it around would work, then the Butterfly Fan Technique would not be placed on the second level.

Lin Shen must first have strong control over the folding fan before he can truly use the disordered butterfly fan method.

Throwing out the folding fan again and again, the flight path of the inheritance fan became more and more bizarre, up and down, left and right, like a butterfly dancing gracefully around Lin Shen.

The race ranking battle is still going on, but it has little to do with ordinary people.

Ascended people like Lin Shen, or even Nirvana-level people, have no ability to watch battles between immortals.

The battle scenes basically start with a terrifying light explosion, and then end with a terrifying light explosion.

From time to time, some meteorites, planets and the like were blown up in the middle. When the immortals started to move, they couldn't even be seen. It was too fast.

In addition to the battles between the Nirvanas with relatively low rankings, which are a bit entertaining to watch, the battles between Immortals only allow you to see the ranking changes.

The ranking at the front of the universe is too far away for Lin Shen, and even for the entire human race, it is as far away as a dream.

Lin Shen was not in the mood to care about who was the best in the universe. He just practiced the butterfly fan technique on his own. The folding fan became more and more agile in his hands, like a butterfly flapping its wings and about to fly.

"Where did you see this statue?" The communicator vibrated, which was the voice message sent by the eldest sister Lin Miao.

After Lin Shen came out of the Golden Buddha Temple, he sent the image of the wood carving he took to his eldest sister, hoping to let her identify whether the other puppet was carved by his second brother.

Maybe it was because the eldest sister was busy at work and didn't reply to his message before, but now she finally replied.

"Is that statue carved by the second brother?" Lin Shen heard the eldest sister's tone and felt that there might be something interesting about this matter.

"It looks a bit similar. Where did you get this wood carving? The Xiao Yin carved on it should be when he is about twenty years old. You should have never seen him before." Lin Miao's voice soon started again. come over.

Lin Shen quickly told her about her trip to the Golden Buddha Temple, and also sent Lao Tie's wood carving that she had taken separately to her eldest sister.

"Sister, it seems that Laotie is not the second brother." Lin Shen said.

"Not necessarily." Lin Miao sent voice messages continuously: "According to the master of salvation, he saw your second brother first, and then saw Laotie many years later. Maybe something happened in the meantime, which made your second brother's appearance change, so that the master of salvation recognized them as two people. In fact, they are both your second brother, but one is your second brother 20 years ago, and the other is your second brother more than 20 years later."

"Well, it seems that there is no problem in saying that." Lin Shen thought about it and it was possible.

But in this case, it would be more difficult for him to prove that Laotie is not the second brother.

"Xiaowu, don't be so suspicious. I have talked a lot with your second brother recently. There are many things that only your second brother knows. He must be your second brother, there is no mistake." The elder sister said very confidently.

"I know, elder sister." Lin Shen was a little helpless.

He also hoped that Lao Tie was the second brother, and that the second brother was still alive, but the gap between the two was too big, and he had to make things clear, and he couldn't just recognize his brother in such a muddle.

What if Lao Tie was not the second brother? If he gave up looking for the second brother now, wouldn't it be unfair to the real second brother.

What's more, the third and fourth brothers were still trying to avenge the second brother. Lin Shen wanted to contact them, but he didn't have their contact information, so it was difficult to contact them.

Lin Shen really wanted to go to the Diman tribe and find the third brother to make things clear, but unfortunately the Tianren tribe and the Diman tribe were like water and fire, and he and the Diman tribe had a deep hatred. No matter what identity he went to the Diman tribe, he would not survive.