Fearless and fearless

Luo Bing's face was extremely ugly, and she was somewhat stunned.

Long Chen could actually produce so many of those extremely precious Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pills; this left her mind blank.

Now, all her previous mockery had turned into slapping her own face, but she could not afford to show weakness, leaving her in a difficult position.

"I don't have that many Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pills on me. You should choose something else." Luo Bing felt her face burning, and in her heart, she hated Long Chen to death.

"That's true. You are all big shots, so you wouldn't have such trash. Elder Tu Fang, can this Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pill be exchanged at the branch?" Long Chen turned his head to ask Tu Fang.

Tu Fang did not know what Long Chen was planning, so he had to answer: "This Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pill is a rare Medicinal Pill. Only the top fifty branches have limited distribution."

"Below the fiftieth rank, don't even think about it. As for exchanging, it is possible, but it is not open to Disciple level; it is only open to experts at the Elder level."

"It is said that one Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pill requires the consumption of one thousand Merit Points. If converted into the point ratio, it is equivalent to one million points."

Tang Waner and the others were all shocked. A single Medicinal Pill was worth one million points; most people present wouldn't be able to afford it even if they went bankrupt.

Everyone looked at Long Chen, feeling he was simply a god. Everything he did was so unexpected. Where exactly did he get these Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pills?

Long Chen naturally wouldn't say that these medicinal herbs were given to him by a good person; he would keep this secret buried in his stomach.

"I see."

Long Chen pondered for a moment and said: "That works too. Eighty Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pills, let's count it as eighty thousand Merit Points. Elder Tu Fang, this Merit Point can be traded, right?" Long Chen asked.

"It can be exchanged, it is universal throughout the branch," Tu Fang nodded and said.

"That one, what do you say? Are we competing or not? If you win, I will give you eighty Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pills. If you lose, give me eighty thousand Merit Points," Long Chen looked at Luo Bing and said.

"No problem, we will bet with you," Luo Bing sneered.

To be honest, she really didn't have that many Three-Flower Tendon-Cleansing Pills. Even their entire branch might not have that many; every time they needed them, they had to go exchange for them on the spot.

So, she readily accepted Long Chen's proposal. She had absolute confidence in the people on her side.

"Good, then let's start. What level is the first match? You choose. Although you are not really guests, we won't bully you either. I'll leave the initiative to you," Long Chen leaned back in his chair, saying lazily.

"No need to choose. Let's go from low to high. The first match will be an Outer Sect Disciple level battle. Who is going up?" Luo Bing snorted coldly and shouted to the Disciples behind her.

"Let this Disciple go."

After speaking, a tall and thin man jumped onto the ring. What shocked everyone was that this Disciple had actually reached the fifth heaven of the Tendon Tempering stage.

And on Long Chen's side, all the Outer Sect Disciples were at the third heaven of the Tendon Tempering stage; not one had stepped into the Middle Stage of Tendon Tempering.

The tall and thin man swept a contemptuous glance at Long Chen and the others, sneering: "Which one of you is coming up to die?"

"Long Chen, what should we do? Who should we send?" Tang Waner was a bit nervous, whispering.

One had to know that the Disciples on the opposite side were the elites among elites, with incomparably powerful Aura. The branch side was clearly a large margin weaker.

The most critical thing was that the Outer Sect Disciples were their weakest link, because the treatment for Outer Sect Disciples was simply too low.

"Don't be afraid. Whoever goes up is fine. The result will be the same anyway," Long Chen said indifferently.

"How is it? Are you all scared? Hahaha, you really are just a group of cowardly pigs," the tall and thin man laughed up at the sky.

"Looking for death!"

Suddenly, with an angry roar, a figure flew onto the ring. Long Chen recognized him; that was one of Gu Yang's subordinates.

"Let me, Zhao Ping, come and learn your high moves," that man said coldly.

The tall and thin man said disdainfully: "Just based on you, a mere Early Stage Tendon Tempering, what qualifications do you have to learn my high moves? Get lost."

The tall and thin man shouted coldly, and he had already lunged toward Zhao Ping. This kind of competition didn't need anyone to shout 'start'; as long as one got on the stage, the battle was considered to have started.

The tall and thin man was extremely powerful. Just as he rushed out, his entire body's Aura erupted, and the powerful pressure caused the space to tremble.

"So strong."

Tang Waner and the others couldn't help but have their expressions change slightly. The 36th Branch was truly too powerful. No wonder they were so arrogant; they really had the capital to be arrogant.

Their Aura was extremely solid, without the slightest fluctuation, and they faintly carried a sense of coercion, making it difficult to breathe. This must have something to do with the Cultivation Technique they practiced.

"Clang."

Halfway through his rush, the tall and thin man's long sword left its sheath. A cold, murderous Aura emerged, and he slashed down at Zhao Ping with his sword.

"Get lost, you pig."

Zhao Ping had originally been nervous jumping onto the ring. He knew this battle had great significance and could only be won, not lost. However, he simply couldn't endure the other party's insults.

But the moment the tall and thin man lunged at him, the nervousness and anxiety in his heart vanished in an instant. Influenced by the opponent's Aura, the blood in his body suddenly heated up, as if he had returned to that previous battle between the Righteous Path and Evil Path.

Looking at Zhao Ping's eyes, a smile appeared on Long Chen's face. Yes! That is the look, that is the feeling, that is the routine. Go!

"Kill!"

Suddenly, Zhao Ping let out an angry roar. An incomparably fierce Aura instantly locked onto the tall and thin man, and he pounced over like a Vicious Beast.

"Clang."

A loud sound, sparks flying everywhere. Zhao Ping's long saber collided with the tall and thin man's long sword, emitting an explosive sound.

Energy exploded. What surprised everyone was that the tall and thin man, who appeared to be a large margin stronger, had actually fought to a draw with Zhao Ping. Both of them retreated several steps.

However, Elders like Tu Fang had extremely sharp eyes and could see the crux of the matter at a glance.

In terms of real combat power, Zhao Ping was indeed a notch weaker than the tall and thin man. However, before Zhao Ping made his move, he displayed a fearless-of-death will that suppressed the opponent.

That was a will from the depths of his bones, an invisible blade tempered through true life-and-death trials.

The instant Zhao Ping released his will, the tall and thin man felt as if he had been stared at by an ancient Vicious Beast. His heart trembled, and at the same time, a strong threat of death flooded his heart.

In that instant, he felt he was not fighting a person, but fighting a ruthless Vicious Beast.

In terms of Aura, the tall and thin man was suppressed by Zhao Ping. Fear appeared in his heart, so even though his combat power was clearly higher than his opponent's, why did they still fight to a draw?

"Die!"

After Zhao Ping struck with his blade, he shouted loudly. The long saber in his hand drew a long arc and ruthlessly slashed down at the tall and thin man, filled with an indomitable Aura.

Tang Waner and the others were stunned at first, feeling that this stance was somewhat familiar. Then they suddenly realized: Zhao Ping was also using a saber, and the stance of that slash was clearly imitating Long Chen.

Although the power was much weaker, because of the ruthlessness in his bones, the stance was learned quite well, filled with a kind of indomitable spirit of 'success or death'.

"Bastard, are you crazy? This is just a competition."

The tall and thin man felt a strong murderous intent lock onto him for the first time. Zhao Ping was simply trying to kill him, and he couldn't help but scream in shock.

Zhao Ping didn't pay any attention to him. The long saber in his hand, without any hesitation, slashed down fiercely.

"Bang."

Another explosive sound. In his panic, the tall and thin man barely blocked the attack, but was sent flying.

"Idiot, don't be scared by him! Calm down!"

Seeing that the tall and thin man had the combat power but was unable to normally exert his strength because he had been scared out of his wits, Luo Bing couldn't help but curse angrily.

Unfortunately, facts proved that scolding people was useless. Under Zhao Ping's ruthless attacks, the tall and thin man retreated repeatedly.

Zhao Ping's saber strikes were ruthless, his moves were fast, and he specifically targeted the tall and thin man's vital points. If he was even slightly careless, he would lose his life on the spot.

Watching the increasingly courageous Zhao Ping, Tu Fang and the other Elders couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Under Long Chen's leadership, there wasn't a single weakling in the entire branch.

Having experienced the last battle between the Righteous Path and Evil Path, under the extreme pressure of life and death, those with slightly weaker wills had all died. Those who survived were all the strongest among the strong, without any luck involved.

The current 36th Branch was a very good example. They were powerful, it was true, but in their bones, they lacked that fearless, undaunted will.

Just like the Disciples of previous branches fighting against Evil Path Disciples, they clearly had the advantage in numbers, but in the end, both sides suffering heavy losses was already considered a good result. Most were in an absolute disadvantage; to put it bluntly, they lost.

Now, under Long Chen's leadership, the roles had completely swapped. The Righteous Path had become the wolves, and the Evil Path had become the sheep.

"Boom."

The tall and thin man became more terrified the more he fought. He was convinced that Zhao Ping really wanted his life. Terrified, he was directly sent flying by a slash from Zhao Ping.

The tall and thin man vomited a mouthful of blood and flew off the ring. But after flying off the ring, not only did he have no unwillingness or anger, but a look of relief and fortune appeared on his face.

"Smack."

The tall and thin man had just stood up, and before he could speak, Luo Bing had already slapped him hard across the face.

"Damned coward, you've lost all our face!" Luo Bing was so angry her face turned green. This battle was lost too humiliatingly.

The tall and thin man was directly slapped flying by her and passed out. The other Disciples saw this and couldn't help but shudder.

However, they also felt that this tall and thin man was too useless, actually having his courage broken by someone, and unable to use the skills he had. Their faces were full of contempt.

"Hey, don't just focus on hitting the kid. If you lost, hurry up and pay," Long Chen urged.

Luo Bing's face was livid. A blue Nameplate appeared in her hand, and she flicked it toward Tu Fang.

"Isn't it just eighty thousand Merit Points? I, Luo Bing, don't care. Deduct it yourself."

Tu Fang took Luo Bing's Nameplate, took out his own, swiped it on hers, entered the number, and deducted eighty thousand Merit Points from Luo Bing's Nameplate.

Originally, Tu Fang's Nameplate only had seventy thousand Merit Points; now it had instantly become one hundred and fifty thousand.

Even Tu Fang couldn't help but sigh. The 36th Branch really had deep pockets; they didn't even care about eighty thousand Merit Points.

But whether she cared or not, that was a question for Luo Bing herself. After taking back the Nameplate, it had eighty thousand fewer Merit Points, and she felt like she was bleeding internally.

However, she couldn't show it and had to pretend not to care, saying indifferently:

"Next match, continue."