After slightly filling his stomach, he discovered that the others had surrounded him, their faces full of curiosity and astonishment, as if they were staring at a stranger.
They had initially thought he was just an ordinary martial arts enthusiast, but they had never expected him to possess such ability.
On this open ground, one man had fought nine disciples of the Daoist sects alone. If they told anyone about it, people would surely accuse them of making it up.
"Good grief, Brother Lin, you weren't practicing martial arts from the moment you were in your mother's womb, were you?"
Unable to resist, Yang Yikun reached out and felt Lin Yuan's body.
That day, Lin Yuan had even said in the group chat that he wanted to ask Yang Yikun for advice, making Yang Yikun feel quite smug. But now it seemed he had been recklessly diving into a washbasin without knowing its depth.
Wu Zihan, however, became rather pleased with herself. Pointing at Yang Yikun, she mocked, "I wonder who it was that boasted so shamelessly in the group chat that day. Believe me now? My senior brother is a peerless expert."
From the way she spoke, Lin Yuan seemed to be one of her own people. Among everyone there, she was clearly the closest to him.
Today, Lin Yuan had helped her regain her dignity. From now on, she wanted to see who would still dare accuse her of bragging.
After chatting on the open ground for a while, they settled in under the arrangements of the Sanqing Mountain Daoists.
It was already deep into the night, and traveling down the mountain under the stars would have been inconvenient.
The six of them were divided among three guest rooms.
In theory, they should not have received such convenient