After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

Any one of these martial artists was a powerful figure, but now they were all lying on the ground in disgrace.

Lin Xiao was the first to jump up from the ground, his handsome face full of dissatisfaction.

"Impossible, I don't believe it."

He concentrated all his internal strength on his right palm, and the strong wind around him suddenly condensed into substance. Dozens of wind swords surrounded his arms, as if waiting for their master to give orders.

Ye Jingyu raised his eyebrows. Senior Lin was worthy of being the sword saint of the time. His internal strength was so strong that it was not unfair for him to lose in the capital that day.

With such strength, not to mention the palace guards, even Pavilion Master Xiao himself might not be his match.

Among all the martial artists he had seen, He Yuan's martial arts skills were the most unfathomable, and he had not yet shown his full strength. Mansion Master Mei's martial arts skills had greatly improved due to the power of the spiritual spring, and even if he used his full strength, he might not be a match for Lin Xiao. Pavilion Master Xiao and Mansion Master Mei should be about the same, and then there was He Yuntong from the Zhanjian Sect and Elder Xu from the Tianyuan Sect...

Thinking of this, he glanced at the little girl who was going to help Mei Qingge.

After several months of experience in the martial arts world, her little girl had also made amazing progress, but no one knew to what extent she had reached.

Besides this, there is another person whose depth Ye Jingyu also cannot see through, that is Taoist Tianqing...

Ye Jinglan suddenly came over with a sly look.

"Brother, how do you compare to them?"

Ye Jingyu's thoughts suddenly stopped. He smiled and said, "These people are all well-known martial arts masters. How can I compare with them?"

"Don't be so modest. My eldest brother has changed a lot since coming here. I think he has gained a lot. Your inner strength is also different from theirs. It seems to be endless. How about you try it?"

Ye Jinglan said as he looked him up and down.

From the moment he saw Ye Jingyu again, he noticed a huge change.

If Ye Jingyu before was a knife unsheathed, he is now an ancient sword.

It has no sharp edges or brilliance, and its aura is restrained, truly unfathomable and profound.

Ye Jingyu bent his middle finger and tapped him on the head.

"So many people can't do it. Do you want to see your brother go up and embarrass himself?"

Ye Jinglan rubbed his forehead and said, "It might be a blockbuster success."

"Forget it. This thing is unlucky. It would be best if it can be destroyed."

While the two were talking, Liu Sijun suddenly walked over with a silver needle. He stood in front of the stone wall and looked at it for a while, then shook his wrist and suddenly stabbed it down.

Ye Jingyu saw with his sharp eyes that the silver needle had actually sunk into the stone wall.

He Zangfeng saw it with his peripheral vision and immediately flew to the front of the stone wall. At the same time, Ye Jinglan seemed to hear a howl.

"Brother, did you hear any sound?"

Originally, Ye Jinglan couldn't call out.

After all, Ye Jingyu is several years younger than him, but after spending such a long time together, Ye Jingyu has slowly won him over, and he really is like an older brother.

Ye Jingyu shook his head.

"No, but I can feel that the energy inside is moving."

“That proves it’s effective.”

Ye Jinglan also ran towards the stone wall.

A group of experts gathered around and marveled at the sight.

"Young Master, are you also a martial arts master?"

He Yuan looked at Liu Sijun and really couldn't sense how high his internal strength was.

Liu Sijun seemed unused to being stared at by these people and shook his head awkwardly.

"I only know medical skills."

"How can you insert a needle without knowing any martial arts?" He Yuan couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Lin Xiao's white hair was blown by the wind, and he looked dissatisfied.

He pulled out a long sword from a guest and tried his best, but still couldn't shake it at all.

His old face turned red and he dropped his sword and left.

"Master."

Yin Qingxuan shouted, but Lin Xiao had already disappeared.