C32 The face of an inner disciple

The events that had happened here had also gradually attracted the attention of the other disciples. Not long after, dozens of people had gathered here.

"Chu Chen, is someone challenging him again?" Some of the disciples that came later, who had watched the duel on the arena before, recognized Chu Chen's identity and couldn't help but be surprised.

"What, he's Chu Chen?" I've never seen it, but that doesn't mean I've never heard of it.

It could be said that the word Chu Chen now, in the outer sect, represented a miracle.

Killing Shaozang in one battle, setting up a combat arena to welcome the four parties' challenge, killing seven people in a row, and even fighting against Elder Lu Yuan in front of everyone. These crazy things were things that no one could stop them from discussing.

"This is definitely a ruthless move, to actually fight with inner disciples, it seems like there will be another storm." Many people looked on expectantly.

"Hmph, so what if it's Chu Chen? He's only trash who defeated outer sect. Inner court disciples, I wonder how powerful he is, he will definitely lose." The fat faced disciple clamored, cheering Wu Lang on. If Wu Lang lost, even he himself would not be in a good situation.

Time gradually passed, and the thousand foot torrent continued to flow.

After an hour, Wu Lang felt as though his body was being torn apart. He looked over coldly and found that Chu Chen was still sitting cross-legged, not even moving an inch.

"Fuck, what's going on with this kid?" Wu Lang had a feeling that he had been set up.

Recalling what Chu Chen said, he was even more sure that this is a trap. That brat must have grasped some kind of secret method, to the point of not fearing the waterfall, he couldn't help but be enraged.

But things had already come to this point. Even if he could see through it, it would be useless. Dozens of disciples were watching. If he lost, how would he have any face? He could not lose the title of an inner disciple.

"Bastard, I don't believe you, a outer sect disciple, can do it within an hour. Could it be that it can do it within two hours, or even four hours?" Wu Lang thought crazily as he continued to endure, ignoring the damage to his body.

It was not an intense battle, but a silent contest. However, the level of anticipation was not weaker than fighting. Dozens of eyes were fixated on it. Who exactly was the one who lost first?

Two hours had passed and Chu Chen still sat like a boulder, not moving an inch. The elemental energy within the five Martial Vein s in his body was madly circulating, and they used their soul energy to maintain the clarity of their minds at the same time.

"Hu!"

Wu Lang finally could not take it anymore and leaped into the air, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Just as he fell to the ground, he sat down on his butt. His skin was blood-red, his veins were bulging, and blood was spewing out of his mouth. Clearly, his internal organs had been damaged.

"Bastard, don't help me." Wu Lang's eyes shone with a murderous light as he pushed the plump disciple away.

"Swish." Chu Chen opened his eyes and flew out, landing coldly on the ground.

"You've lost!"

These three words struck Wu Lang's confidence so hard that he wanted to find a hole and hide in it.

If only he had known earlier that he would teach Zhang Xuan a lesson, he wouldn't have agreed to it. Yet now, after losing in front of so many people, his body was injured and he didn't even have the right to do so.

"He actually even won against inner disciples." The surrounding disciples were astonished. This was truly a person who liked to create miracles. If not for the Martial Vein, his achievements would not have been low.

You cheated. If you have the ability, wait for me to heal first. Let's have a good fight on the Nine Heavens Mountain." He had been bribed by the fat faced disciple to teach an outer disciple a lesson, so it was no big deal. But now, it was not because of the fat faced disciple, but to get back his pride.

How laughable, before the competition, he had promised solemnly that he would win, but in the end, he lost, and he was not convinced. Chu Chen shook his head.

"If you lose, just say that I cheated. If you win, just say that I'm incompetent? "Previously, you were talking about martial artists with me. Those who can't afford to lose are not qualified to say these two words. You and I have to bet. With so many disciples listening and thinking about it, you have to consider this carefully."

These words were returned one after another, overturning everything Wu Lang had said earlier. It was the same as slapping him hard in the face.

"You …" Wu Lang felt a burning sensation on his face and could not help but tremble all over.

"Hurry up and act. I don't have that much time to wait for you." Chu Chen said indifferently, suppressing the other party in terms of aura.

"Chu Chen, don't go overboard. If this matter is brought to light, I can still guarantee your safety." Wu Lang threatened. With so many disciples watching, he could not even open his mouth to apologize, much less slap himself.

"You don't need to protect my, Chu Chen's safety. You said it yourself, and even have the many disciples as witnesses. Do you want to go back on your words? If I lose and you expose this matter, are you willing? "

Chu Chen asked again. Wu Lang's heart trembled, that's right, if they exchanged roles, would he let go? The answer is no.

"Think about it carefully. We are all fellow disciples of the same sect. There is no need to be so ruthless in some matters."

"Firstly, I didn't scold you, secondly I didn't beat you. I only wanted you to fulfill your promise. However, before the competition, your face was filled with disdain, and your words even contained insults. Now, talk to me about fellow disciples, what qualifications do you have? "

Chu Chen sneered, he dared to promise but was unwilling to do it, this kind of person, he scoffed at them.

"If you don't want to do it, I can do it for you." Chu Chen took a big step forward. There was no such good thing in the world, and he, Chu Chen, was not that generous either.

The surrounding disciples also shook their heads, ignoring the others. If they lost, they couldn't afford it; they would lose the demeanor of a martial artist.

"What are you trying to do? I'm an inner disciple with a cultivation base at the seventh level of the Bloody Martial Stage. Don't court death." Wu Lang threatened. His internal organs had been injured by the waterfall, so he would probably need a few months to recover. If he were to make a move now, he would definitely not be his match.

"I'm an inner court disciple, you dare!" Wu Lang went all out, wanting to intimidate Chu Chen, but sadly, he did not understand Chu Chen at all.

Wu Lang was startled by the strength of his powerful hand as it swept across the air. He was not afraid of his own threat.

Boom!

The two of them clashed, releasing a powerful shockwave. After clashing with the punch, Chu Chen did not retreat at all.

"Puchi!"

Wu Lang was sent flying backward, blood spurting from his mouth as his injuries worsened.

Chu Chen stepped forward again, his hands moving forward.

"Enough, I'll do it myself." Wu Lang roared and was finally afraid, abandoning his so-called pride.

However, Chu Chen's palm did not pause at all, and directly smashed downwards.

"Pa!" A loud and clear slapping sound could be heard.

All of the disciples were stunned. Facing such a compromise, Chu Chen actually did not retreat at all.

"Sorry, your answer is too late." Chu Chen's cold voice transmitted over, "Now, you still have one last chance. Apologize to me, then, bring your people and quickly scram."

Wu Lang's face swelled up as his anger surged to the top of his head. As a dignified inner disciple, who knew how many people admired him? But now, he had actually been slapped in the face.

"This is too shocking!" The surrounding disciples couldn't help but swallow their saliva. There really wasn't anything that they didn't dare to do for a madman without a Martial Vein.

"You can try the feeling of death. I'm not that kind either. This is my last chance." Chu Chen threatened, even if the sect rules forbade them from being able to kill people, they would still destroy their path of martial arts.

Wu Lang's ruthlessness, pride, and disdain were all instantly reduced to nothingness. In the face of such threats, he suppressed his anger and chose to apologize.

"I'm sorry!"

Inner disciple Wu Lang was slapped by a outer sect disciple. In the end, he even apologized?

Inner sect disciples often despised outer sect disciples, but now, everything was fine. To be able to finally breathe a sigh of relief, it was so smooth and smooth.

Chu Chen's eyes were too scary, they were filled with a cold light, like a Vicious Beast waiting for an opportunity to make its move.

Wu Lang initially wanted to say something fierce, but upon seeing this, he swallowed his words and quickly led his men away. He didn't have the face to continue staying in this place.

"I feel that Northern Spirit Sect will not be peaceful in the future." The surrounding disciples also dispersed as they discussed amongst themselves.