Studying how to build the best battle armor was a money-burning process. Without a profound foundation of wealth, there was no way to carry it out. Guo Ran’s poor appearance didn’t appear to be one with money, causing these disciples to look down on him.

“Don’t look down on others. If you want, we can bet who can create the best armor on paper right now! If I win, you let me attend the trial. If I lose, I’ll immediately leave and never bother you again!” raged Guo Ran.

It was tough to be poor. On the Martial Heaven Continent, Guo Ran had as much money as he wanted, and Long Chen was always there to support him. Now he was powerless...