Chapter 140: Many Children, Much Happiness

Yin Qi walked into the field and bowed to Yin Xuan opposite: "Little brother pays respects to Eldest Brother."

A rare smile appeared on Yin Xuan's stern face: "Thirteenth Brother, I am very happy that you can cultivate to the Innate peak; this represents that our Yin Duke Mansion will be even more prosperous in the future. However, for today's competition, I am determined to get the Zhenhong Bow, so I won't hold back, and I ask Thirteenth Brother to give it your all."

"Little brother is also determined to get it, Eldest Brother, please make your move."

Yin Qi nodded.

He knew something about Yin Xuan's character.

As the future Yin Duke, Yin Tiancheng had high hopes for him and focused on cultivating him since childhood.

So far, Yin Tiancheng's cultivation had been very successful.

Therefore, Yin Xuan said he was very happy, and he didn't doubt it; the other party was truly happy to see his current cultivation.

Yin Xuan restrained his smile; his expression was stern, his gaze sharp.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists, his blood and Qi surged, and he took a step forward, arriving in front of Yin Qi, punching Yin Qi in the chest—fierce and agile.

"When I grow up, I also want to be as powerful as Eldest Brother and Thirteenth Brother!"

Both of them performed the Dragon Elephant Fist, powerful and heavy, fierce and domineering; because their cultivation was "equivalent" and they were both very familiar with this set of fist techniques, they fought very fiercely and were evenly matched.

"Thirteenth Brother hid too deeply; he has practiced the Dragon Elephant Fist to a state of perfection, not inferior to Eldest Brother."

He lost because of those countless attacks like fine needles; it was like capsizing in the gutter.

He shouted sharply, deliberately turning his face red, with blue veins bulging on his neck and forehead.

Yin Qi didn't dodge this time; he also bent his arm into an elbow to meet the attack.

The scene he most hoped to see finally appeared; Thirteenth had practiced the Dragon Elephant Fist to such a level, which must have been the result of years of bitter practice.

The worst result didn't appear; if it were a Daoist expert secretly cultivating Yin Qi, then he wouldn't be bitterly practicing the Yin family's ancestral martial arts, but would definitely have another inheritance.

"Wow, Eldest Brother and Thirteenth Brother are so powerful, are these Innate Martial Masters? Too strong!"

While surprised, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, this time Yin Qi was also suppressing his cultivation.

Yin Qi also pretended to be shaken back, but didn't pursue.

There is no Dark Jin in this world, and martial artists don't guard against this move when fighting, so it works every time.

Imperial court ban, those who privately hide the *Martial Classic* are guilty of a serious crime.

That is to say, when he was in the study, Thirteenth really didn't lie to him; he really had been practicing bitterly in secret since he was young.

But losing is losing; he didn't have any resentment.

……

"Heavenly Eagle Flying Claw!"

There are no shortcuts.

I was favored by the Emperor and was rewarded with a claw technique, so I ask Thirteenth Brother to evaluate it."

Because in just the blink of an eye, he had made more than ten moves.

Bang!

The two elbows collided, making a muffled sound, and the air exploded.

In terms of sophistication, the *Destruction Divine Finger* couldn't compare to the *Heavenly Eagle Flying Claw*.

"Good, good, good!"

The brothers and sisters discussed among themselves.

Yin Qi and Yin Xuan were both shaken back several steps by the powerful counter-shock force, but soon they fought fiercely again.

With them as the center, the ground within ten meters was plowed several times.

Yin Xuan's pupils shrank; he shouted softly, stepped forward, changed his fist into an elbow, and struck toward Yin Qi's face.

The wind hit his face, and Yin Qi seemed to see a divine eagle pouncing, extremely fierce.

For today's family martial arts performance, he consumed one foot of fortune, used the altar's deduction function, and pushed the *Dragon Elephant Technique* to the state of perfection.

In this way, the excuse he had previously made, which seemed full of loopholes, became completely real.

Otherwise, with his combat power as a Marrow Refining Grandmaster, he could have defeated Yin Xuan with one punch.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and poked out violently.

Look, many children really mean much happiness.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes had gone by.

Yin Xuan's face changed; he felt his palm being pricked by countless fine needles, and his entire arm went numb, unable to lift any strength, and at the same time, he was shaken back repeatedly by the counter-shock force.

Thirteenth is self-taught, and he is both civil and martial; he is truly worthy of being my son.

It cannot be denied that these two scriptures have fatal errors, but this cannot hide their breadth and depth, so powerful figures all have collections and have supplemented the errors for clansmen to study.

If the competition hadn't ended, he would have wanted to look up to the sky and roar, or even show off to other colleagues.

Only seeing Yin Xuan's moves like lightning, flying up and down, making people dazzled and difficult to resist.

Yin Qi's finger poked into Yin Xuan's palm, actually making a sound like gold and iron.

Princess Xuanling's face was colder, and the fists hidden in her wide sleeves were already clenched quietly.

He spread his five fingers into a claw, flashing with dark golden luster, like metal, grabbing directly at Yin Qi's chest.

This poke was like wanting to poke open the sky.

Except for Yin Hao's ugly face, everyone else

Yin Qi and Yin Xuan were both pushed back several steps by the powerful recoil, but they soon engaged in fierce combat again.

With them as the center, the ground for a dozen meters around had been plowed over several times.

Yin Xuan's pupils constricted; he let out a light shout, stepped forward, changed his fist into an elbow, and struck directly at Yin Qi's face.

With the force of the wind hitting his face, Yin Qi felt as if he saw a divine eagle swooping down, extremely ferocious.

For today's family martial arts demonstration, he had consumed a foot of fortune and used the altar's deduction function to push the Dragon Elephant Technique to the realm of Great Completion.

In this way, the excuse he had previously used, which seemed full of flaws, became completely real.

Otherwise, with his combat power as a Marrow Refining Grandmaster, he could have defeated Yin Xuan with a single punch.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and thrust them out fiercely.

Look, having many children truly brings many blessings.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes had gone by.

Yin Xuan's expression changed; he felt as if his palm had been pierced by countless fine needles, and suddenly his entire arm went numb, unable to muster any strength, while he was also pushed back repeatedly by the recoil.

Thirteen is self-taught, and he is proficient in both literature and martial arts; he is truly worthy of being my son.

It cannot be denied that these two classics have fatal errors and omissions, but this cannot hide their profoundness, so the powerful and wealthy all have collections of them and have filled in the missing parts for their clansmen to study.

If the competition hadn't ended, he would have wanted to look up and roar, or even couldn't help but show off to his colleagues.

One could see Yin Xuan's moves were like lightning, flying up and down in a dazzling display that was hard to resist.

Yin Qi's fingers poked Yin Xuan's palm, unexpectedly emitting a sound like clashing metal.

Princess Xuanling's expression turned even colder, and the fists hidden in her wide sleeves were already quietly clenched.

His five fingers formed a claw, flashing with a dark golden luster like metal, reaching straight for Yin Qi's chest.

This poke felt as if it were going to pierce the sky.

Except for Yin Hao, whose expression was ugly, everyone else only felt envy and admiration.

The fierce battle between Yin Qi and Yin Xuan became increasingly intense; the fist wind around the two was like steel, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

This dust drifted about under the fist wind, like a cloud of smoke enveloping the two, making it hard to see them clearly.

The powerful force directly tore the clothes on their arms, with scraps of cloth flying everywhere.

Yin Tiancheng looked on with burning eyes, feeling both shocked and happy in his heart.

It was just that their speed was too fast; many people could only see a blur, and the ground beneath their feet had already been trampled to pieces by the two, raising large clouds of dust.

This is a martial art recorded in the "Martial Classic," named the Heaven-Piercing Finger!

Clang!

The billowing fist wind blew the clothes on his chest until they caved in.

Not only Yin Xuan, but Yin Tiancheng, Chen Bo, Yin Hao, and others also looked toward Yin Qi.

They all recognized the Heaven-Piercing Finger; logically, he shouldn't have been able to win.

But Yin Qi still won.

The problem lay in what Yin Xuan had mentioned—what was this attack that felt like countless fine needles?