Chapter 768
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This timely reminder immediately made one feel invigorated, as if they had been enlightened!
The loss of merit points was heart-wrenching, but at least they had the sect to protect their lives!
Even though killing was strictly prohibited in the sect, Zhen Xiaoxiao was a lunatic. He might have already seen through life and death and wanted to perish together with the entire Lionheart Peak!
"Y-y-y-y-a … a duel!"
The yellow-haired man, who had been knocked down by Zhen Xiaoxiao, faced the cleaver that was about to split his head open. Enduring the pain of his broken bones, he removed the sect token from his waist and extended it to Zhen Xiaoxiao at lightning speed.
However, in the face of this belated compromise, Zhen Xiaoxiao's expression was one of disdain.
"Ten thousand is too little, and a hundred thousand isn't that exciting either. How about this, only two hundred thousand."
Even though his words were filled with disdain, the speed of Zhen Xiaoxiao's knife slowed down significantly.
Two hundred thousand!
F * ck!
Wasn't it a hundred thousand before?
You want to double it now?
Why don't you just go rob me!
The yellow-haired man's eyes were in a mess, and he was so angry that blood spurted out of his mouth. He had been diligently cultivating in the sect and worked hard to complete the sect's missions. In the past ten years, he had only managed to accumulate three hundred thousand merit points, and today, Zhen Xiaoxiao was going to snatch away more than half of it?
How painful! It felt like his flesh was being cut off!
"If you don't want to, then die!"
Seeing the hesitation on the yellow-haired man's face, Zhen Xiaoxiao's gaze turned cold, and he raised his knife!
"No! I'll do it! "
The yellow-haired man screamed miserably a second before the tip of the knife was about to cut into his skull.
If he died, who would be left to spend his wealth?
Between his life and the sect's merit points, he painfully chose the former.
"Very well." Zhen Xiaoxiao quickly sheathed his knife and took out his sect token to complete the duel.
"I admit defeat …"
Just as the rules of the duel enveloped the two of them, the yellow-haired man clutched his chest and admitted defeat with tears in his eyes. At the same time, he was so angry that blood spurted out of his mouth.
He was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a cheap mouth … How could he stand against Zhen Xiaoxiao's ferocious demonic might?
Hua hua hua!
Two hundred thousand battle credits were instantly transferred into Zhen Xiaoxiao's sect medallion. At the same time, a silver light rose from the ground and wrapped around the wounded soldier, throwing him far away to the corner where Guanyu and Sha-t 'o were lying.
Seeing this scene …
Shentu Weiran's figure shook, and he felt that his worldview had suffered an unprecedented blow at this moment!
Damn it!
He honestly followed the sect's rules and challenged the powerhouses. After battling for many days, he only earned 50,000 battle merits in the end.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's kitchen knife had exceeded his profit by four times!
Raising his head abruptly, Shentu Weiran was unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.
My True Essence Spear!
My one million contribution points are not a dream!
Hahahaha!
In Shentu Weiran's eyes, all the Lionheart Peak inner disciples that were charging at him had turned into tokens for him to run.
"Two hundred thousand! Those who refuse will die! "
With a fierce attack, he smashed the opponent's shield in front of him into pieces. A gust of wind carried the fragments of the shield and pierced the weapon owner's lower abdomen. It was only an inch away from injuring his dantian!
"Hurry up!" A ferocious tiger's roar was deafening!
Heavens! Earth!
Those who were threatened by Shentu Weiran immediately had two small lines of tears on their faces.
The Great Chang Peak disciple's attack did not seem so fierce the day before. Why did he immediately transform into a human Asura after being instigated by Zhen Xiaoxiao?
Feeling like his heart was being cut, the defeated bitterly took out his sect medallion.
"F * ck! I can't lose to Shentu Weiran! Those who fight me will bet two hundred and ten thousand contribution points! "Yang Yan roared. He only had one principle, and that was to never bet less than Shentu Weiran!
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