Arriving at Northern Martial Sect

"Senior Brother, has my strength really soared by leaps and bounds?"

After the three of them chatted for a while, Xu Mao was still somewhat dazed.

He was still immersed in the joy of defeating those people earlier.

Everyone who heard him was utterly speechless.

Though Xu Ping did not say it outright, he knew this definitely had something to do with Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng had not helped them, how could the two of them possibly have had the ability to defeat that guy?

Moreover, those people were highly skilled at using magical artifacts, and their abilities were formidable.

No matter how strong the two of them became, even if they kept improving themselves under Lin Feng's guidance, they still could not possibly have reached such a level.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said? My strength has improved—aren't you happy about that?"

Xu Ping speechlessly raised a hand to cover his mouth.

"Enough, say less. Your strength is great, I never said otherwise, but don't think this was all your own credit. As for how you became stronger and how we won this battle, I don't think I need to spell it out."

The moment he said that, Xu Mao completely fell silent.

"Alright, it's not as serious as you make it sound. We're about to reach our destination. This time, the people we'll meet are all true experts. But I heard there seems to be time before the competition for you to improve yourselves."

The instant Xu Mao heard that, his entire body tensed up.

"Although I've prepared myself, and I think it shouldn't matter much, it's still a little beyond my expectations. It feels like I'm still not quite up to it."

"You need to learn to believe in yourself. Haven't you