The most useless spiritual root at the beginning, I just want to play badly

Meng Haoran bent over, hugged his knees and gasped for breath. Although he was a Jindan cultivator, he was exhausted after running at such a high intensity for an hour with Lin Changan. Lin Changan, on the other hand, relied on the power of talismans and had a light body talisman, so he did not consume too much energy and seemed to be at ease.

"Junior Brother Lin Changan, should we make a decision? It's not going to work if we just keep going forward."

After listening to Meng Haoran's words, Lin Changan thought for a moment, then put the talisman into his ring and asked again:

"Okay, since you call me Junior Brother, then tell me, how do you want to compete?"

When Meng Haoran heard that Lin Changan actually agreed, his face lit up with joy. Finally, he didn't have to slip away from the stage like a monkey anymore.

After thinking for a while, Meng Haoran took out the bottle that Deacon Li gave him and said:

"Junior Brother Lin, I witnessed your strength during yesterday's battle. To be honest, even if I were to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, I wouldn't be able to break through this protective magical device of yours. Only by completely consuming all the spiritual energy in your body would it be possible to completely destroy it."

“Of course, I did the same thing yesterday, but as soon as you ran out, you immediately took out a magic pill to replenish it.

I came here this time just in case.

"In short, our competition this time is the most important!"

“There are a total of twenty pills in this bottle. With my cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core stage and that of a second-grade Golden Core, the efficacy of a second-grade pill is at least ten times greater than yours.

Otherwise, you give me ten times the amount of pills, two hundred pills, and I'll admit defeat now. There's no need for the two of us to waste time here. What do you think?"

Lin Changan's face was slightly stunned after Meng Haoran made this suggestion.

Do you want to listen?

Discussing family background?

In fact, Meng Haoran’s suggestion was also good in his eyes. At least it could save a lot of time in the competition.

Before, he was thinking that he would drag it out like yesterday until Meng Haoran could no longer hold on and choose to admit defeat.

However, Meng Haoran believed that Lin Chang'an had something to save his life, and even his most powerful move, "drawing the sword", could not break Lin Chang'an's defense.

He originally planned to try using Lin Changan's close combat to see if he could make any progress.

But Lin Changan would never give him such an opportunity. Under the effect of the fourth-grade talisman, he couldn't even attack Lin Changan and was completely beaten.

In this way, he would not only have to consume a lot of spiritual power, but also more energy.

It would be better to check how many pills Lin Chang'an has on him first. If nothing works, forget it. This way, he can also keep the second-grade healing pill given to him by Deacon Li.

Although the reward given by the headmaster was indeed very generous, as Meng Haoran's mentality improved, he didn't care much about this reward.

Without saying a word, Lin Chang'an waved his hand and a large pile of pills emerged from the ground and were placed on the ground.

More than a hundred bottles!

They are all second-grade spiritual medicines!

Just like the shelves in a drugstore.

Suddenly, everyone present exclaimed in surprise.

"Hiss!" He gasped.

"Could it be that this Lin Chang'an robbed a spiritual medicine hall in our Tianhuang City? Even our Qinglong Sect's spiritual medicine hall may not be able to produce more than a hundred bottles of second-grade Huiling Pills."

Although the Qinglong Sect is wealthy, it is not impossible for them to produce so many Huiling Pills. However, due to the high value of Huiling Pills, the reserves of second-grade pills will not be large, only more than a hundred bottles at most.

After all, the method of making the second-grade Huiling Pill is not complicated. Any second-grade alchemist can make it. You just need to prepare the required medicinal materials and you can make it in large quantities.

However, Lin Chang'an used so many at once, which really surprised everyone.

More than a hundred bottles are enough for an ordinary sect to use for several years. You know, these are not used for cultivation, but for fighting.

"Where on earth did this Lin Changan come from? More than a hundred bottles of elixirs are equivalent to a high-grade spirit stone!"

"This isn't over yet. Didn't you hear what I said? Meng Haoran said this guy has a life-saving treasure. Since it can be used to save his life, then this batch of second-grade pills doesn't seem to be a big deal."

"They're not here to challenge, they're here to show off!"

"Damn it, if I were as rich as Lin Gou, I wouldn't have let my junior sister elope with the other senior brothers back then!"

"Strange! I came out specially to watch the game. Is the game over just like that?"

As the inner disciple finished speaking, the onlookers below came to their senses.

As expected, when Lin Changan took out more than a hundred bottles of second-grade spiritual medicine, Meng Haoran was stunned at first, and then he seemed to have put down a heavy burden, and his expression relaxed.

"I lost!" Meng Haoran's voice rang out.

Although the second-grade golden elixir is powerful, the second-grade "Returning Soul Pill" also has its limits.

Sure enough, this method doesn't work.

Meng Haoran, having lost his "one decisive move", decisively gave up the battle.

What's more, Deacon Li should have seen that he was bound to lose, so he didn't mean to blame himself.

When Lin Changan saw Meng Haoran give up, he did not add insult to injury, because this battle had no meaning anymore. Meng Haoran's surrender had saved him a lot of time.

Little did they know that Lin Changan had thousands of bottles of second-grade Huiling Pills on him!

There are even elixirs that can cure an injury instantly.

It can be said that Meng Haoran’s defeat was not unjust!

In the field, Lin Changan clasped his fists and bowed slightly to Meng Haoran.

The people from the outer sect passed the test!

Deacon Li, who was below, sighed inwardly when he saw Meng Haoran actually gave up, but there was nothing he could do. When Lin Changan took out the Huiling Pill, Deacon Li knew what the outcome would be.

So he had to say loudly:

"Outer sect disciple Meng Haoran admits defeat, Lin Changan wins! If you can pass this level, you can become a formal outer sect disciple of our Qinglong Sect!"

As soon as Deacon Li said this, the group of people from the Qinglong Sect below the stage started cursing when they saw that such a wonderful battle ended so hastily.

"Meng Haoran, did you cheat? You surrendered without even fighting?"

"That's right, I came all the way here just to watch this fight."

"That's all? The strongest person from the outer sect only has this much strength? This is a disgrace to the Azure Dragon Sect!"

"This man surnamed Lin is too shameless. It's clearly just a trial, but he turned it into a grand event for showing off. If this continues, won't everyone bring out enough pills and talismans to challenge the Qinglong Sect?"

"I need to go home and practice. This kind of competition is not fun at all."

"This kind of person, I don't know what the master means by letting him keep going."

"Exactly, this is a contest of strength? It's basically a contest of who has more money!"

Although the disciples of Qinglong Sect were filled with anger, they were helpless against Lin Changan.

The master has spoken, so no matter how angry or unhappy they are, they have to complain a few words.