"Bodylock! Earth Armor!" Jalin clenched his fists.

The next moment, Jia Lin's earthy yellow aura surged wildly, condensing a thick layer of armor stomach on the surface of his body, and there was a soft clicking sound when Qin Nan punched it, and countless tiny cracks appeared in the middle of the armor stomach.

Jia Lin snorted and took a few steps back, Qin Nan was about to pursue, but the bluestone on the ground suddenly broke, and several spiritual energy chains poured out of it, tightly locking Qin Nan.

"Ahem—it's over. Jia Lin wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looking at Qin Nan became extremely cruel: "Next, the game begins." ”

"Cloud Crane Palm!"

Jia Lin rose into the air, and hit Qin Nan who couldn't move in place with one palm, the aura in his palm condensed into a yellow crane head, and the sound of a broken space crane loomed!

It's over.

A trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the white-eyed old man, although the technique of binding the body lock is a big commodity, but Jia Lin's aura is too strong, and it is far from what Qin Nan can break free from this realm.

Just when the white-eyed old man wanted to open his mouth to decide the winner and couldn't bear the torture of the young man, Qin Nan looked up at Jia Lin in the sky and grinned.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Qin Nan's body suddenly gushed out with aura several times higher than before, and he forcibly broke free from the chains on his body, and then stretched out his hands and grabbed Jia Lin's wrists above.

"Monument Wrestler!"

Ignoring the stunned Jia Lin, Qin Nan let out a loud cry in his mouth, the muscles of his hands bulged up suddenly, and the aura attached to his arms was like wearing a pair of huge arm kai, and the muscle fibers of his body exerted force at the same time, slamming Jia Lin the bluestone slab.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

"Winner - Lingyang Middle School, Qin Nan!"

Looking at the white smoke on the competition platform, Bai Mei Lao Dao was stunned for only a moment before hurriedly announcing the result of the game, and then with a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind blew away the white smoke on the competition platform, and jumped in front of Jia Lin, whose life and death were unknown.

On the originally flat bluestone slab, now there has been a pit half a meter deep, countless cracks spread around, the big pit Li Jia Lin curled up, paralyzed like mud, although the bones are broken, but fortunately there is still a trace of life.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the white-eyed old man squatted in front of Jia Lin, contacting the medical staff while using the wood-based aura to renew his life.

"Senior, don't waste your aura, don't worry, I kept my hand, he still has a turtle shell, and he can't die." Qin Nan on the side kindly reminded.

The corner of the white-eyed old man's eyes jumped, looking at Jia Lin who was angry in the pit, he turned his head expressionlessly, and watched Qin Nan slowly spit out two words in his mouth.

"Fuck off!"

Qin Nan stuck out his tongue, turned around and slipped away.

After three consecutive races, the time has come to noon, so except for some who are still competing in the ring, the rest of the contestants have finished the first day of competition.

Unlike other players who were desperately recovering with three or five spirit stones, Qin Nan was directly killed in the first two games, and the last one was a little troublesome, but he didn't lose much spiritual energy, so it was extremely leisurely to wander around.

"Senior Brother Qin, are you alright?" a voice came from behind him.

Qin Nan turned his head to look, only to find that the people who came were Song Jiwu and Qin Feipeng.

Seeing Qin Nan, whose body parts were intact, the two of them were very surprised, especially Qin Feipeng, whose face was red.

"Qin, Senior Brother Qin, you didn't compete?" Half-loud, Qin Feipeng couldn't help but ask.

Qin Nan shook his head, because he was afraid that Qin Feipeng would be distracted, so Qin Nan didn't tell him the ring number, and originally planned to look for him after the game, but he didn't expect to be caught.

"Qin Nan, you have also advanced to the C Fortress District?" Song Jiwu saw Qin Nan's hand.

"It's impossible! Isn't Senior Brother Qin's realm only at the fourth level of Qi cultivation?" Qin Feipeng looked incredulous.

Qin Nan's focus was different, he looked at Qin Feipeng and asked tentatively, "Senior Qin, you have also advanced to the C division?"

Speaking of this, Qin Feipeng was a little embarrassed, blushing and said: "Good luck, three opponents in a row are several levels lower than my realm, and two of them are still attributed to each other......"

Qin Nan was speechless, this guy's luck is really good, could it be that people are lucky to step on dog shit and it is fragrant?

"If Qin Nan also advances to the C division, then the two players sent by our Lingyang this time will all advance!

Qin Nan secretly calculated to himself, after three rounds of competition, there were only more than 1,000 players left in the audience, and Qin Nan and they could be regarded as retaining Lingyang's C-level college qualification.

Thinking of this, Qin Nan also breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren't for Qin Feipeng's luck outbreak, then he would only be able to keep his college qualifications by scoring in the top two hundred, now it's okay, the goal has been achieved in advance.

People, once they have no goal, they are like salted fish.

At this moment, Qin Nan felt bored, and some wanted to give up and go home to see his sister.

"Next, don't have pressure, play hard! If you enter the top 500 league, you will be rewarded with two thousand spirit stones per person!"

"If you enter the top 200 and there is an intermediate magic weapon! If you enter the top 100, it will be amazing, a high-level magic weapon, and 10,000 spirit stones!"

"The top fifty are the best magic weapons, one yellow-level spell, as for the top ten, they may enter the door wall of the foundation consummation monk, and those who don't have it will also get a top-grade magic weapon and a Xuan-level spell!"

"In addition to these material ones, you can enter the top 100, except for Beijing University, the cultivation departments of the top ten universities are directly guaranteed without exams!

Song Jiwu said that there was a reward in this, and Qin Nan really thought about it.

Magic weapons or anything aside, Qin Nan is not so thirsty, but the spirit stone is different, he is in urgent need!

And what attracts him even more is the spell!

The spell is what Jia Lin used before, but what kind of body lock, not to mention the earth armor technique, it can't even flow at all, you can buy it with a little spirit stone, but the spell of the level of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang is different!

Qin Nan's stele wrestler, the Split Dragon Fist is a yellow-level technique, which is a very practical five-series universal fighting technique, which can make the aura and the body complement each other, so that Qin Nan can increase the aura into a terrifying spiritual attack value without the help of tools!

Although the grade was only yellow, the price of the two spells was as high as 50,000, which almost exhausted Qin Nan's efforts for a month!

Except for some rotten street non-flow techniques, regardless of the human and spiritual realms, the techniques above the yellow level are almost monopolized in those methods and Taoist systems, and ordinary monks may not be able to get a copy in their lifetime.

Now, there was a free Yellow Level and Xuan Level Spell in front of Qin Nan's eyes.

With Qin Nan's temperament, could he give up?

No way!

He Qin Nan died on the stage, and he had to hold the two spells in his arms before he died!

Without hesitation, Qin Nan raised his head with his chest straightened and burst out with a passion that had not appeared for a long time.

"Teacher Song, don't worry! We will do our best not to disgrace you!"