Doupo: I'm just an alchemist

Chapter 29 Inner Court Selection (Part )
"I surrender!"

Except for a handful of people, no one among the tens of thousands of people present could clearly see Nangong Jing's sword.

Lu Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was glad that he surrendered in time.

Although he knew that this was an academy and his life would not be in danger, when he really faced that sword, he was only afraid of death. Reason and everything else could not suppress his body's instincts!
In the center stands, several veterans gasped in unison.

"Hiss! This woman, such superb swordsmanship, such terrifying murderous intent, she must have been a killing machine trained by some assassin organization since she was young!"

"Haha, you old guys are really bored. With Wuxin around, even the sharpest sword will become as soft as silk, haha..."

Seeing Nangong Jing obediently return to Nangong Wuxin's bed and sit down with a gentle expression on her face, Elder Huo knew that this girl was doomed.

The vice president also saw this scene and felt a sense of regret in his heart. If things continued to develop like this, his granddaughter might have no chance.

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to that girl entering the inner courtyard. With her strength, I'm afraid those little guys won't be her match."

"Old man, now that you say that, I'm a little excited too, hahaha..."

"Look, look, it's Wuxin!"

After the referee called out the names of both teams, the whole audience fell silent.

Nangong Wuxin, dressed in a blue and cyan outfit, walked calmly onto the stage under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

After a slight nod and a greeting, Nangong Wuxin casually swung out a blue fireball as the referee's whistle sounded.

The fireball was extremely fast, and the opponent had no time to dodge it. He could only summon the fighting spirit gauze to withstand it.

The blue fireball contained extremely hot energy. With his cultivation as an eight-star fighter, he could only hold on with great difficulty and retreat again and again.

It felt like a year had passed, and most of the fighting spirit in my body was consumed before I finally held on.

The fireball's last bit of energy was exhausted. Just when it was about to fight back and show its strength in front of Mr. Wuxin, the referee's whistle sounded.

"Wang Tu withdraws from the ring. Nangong Wuxin wins this elimination match!"

The cultivation level of an eight-star Dou Shi might still create some suspense if he encounters other people, but in front of a genuine Dou Ling master, it is still far behind.

"Accepted."

"Ah... I dare not. Mr. Wuxin is really amazing!"

Absolute suppression power and just the right calculation power.

This battle seemed to start strong but end weakly, but in the eyes of true masters, they could understand how terrifying Nangong Wuxin was.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

His powerful soul power allowed him to accurately see the opponent's strength level from the very beginning, and then he used just enough fighting spirit to condense a fireball, pushing his opponent out of bounds.

Nangong Wuxin's strength is evident from this!
"Tsk tsk tsk, Wuxin's calculation ability is really strong! It's a pity that his opponent is a little weaker. If he were a great fighting master, he would be able to see his true strength."

"Hehe, I'm really looking forward to the Strongest Ranking Competition a year from now. I must go there and see it myself!"

"Very good, very good. The outer courtyard now has two Douling masters. We should hurry up and catch those little guys in the inner courtyard!"

"Xuanjie Class 2: Nangong Zi!"

"Xuanjie Class 5: Ningdu!"

A moment later, Nangong Zi won the elimination match with absolute advantage.

"Oh my god, what luck does this kid have? This guy is also a nine-star great fighting master, and this girl is not even twenty years old, right?"

"Old man Huo, you are acting so mysterious, is there something going on here?" Elder Tu turned his head and found Elder Huo sitting upright with a smug look on his face, obviously waiting for someone to ask him something.

"Well, you'll know soon. Don't be impatient, haha..."

When Elder Huo heard this question, he nodded slightly, and then said some nonsense as if he was saying nothing.

The people on the side couldn't help but be speechless. What was this old guy doing with them?
It’s just the Purple Heart Barrier Breaking Pill. With Nangong Wuxin’s skills, they wouldn’t be surprised.

"It's not the Purple Heart Barrier Breaking Pill. You old guys should stop being so old-fashioned. You have to keep up with the times!" Elder Huo seemed to have guessed what the three of them were thinking, and added slowly, criticizing them for being old-fashioned.

As soon as these words were spoken, the corners of the three people's mouths twitched.

You said this as if you were so young.

They are all antiques, why are you pretending to be young?!
The first round of eliminations had not yet ended until the end of the first day of competition.

There is still a small part left, and we will continue the next day.

After the first day of eliminations, the strength of the students from the external colleges has become clear.

There are more than 370 people, 350 of whom are below the level of Grand Fighter.

Among the remaining twenty-odd people, more than ten are less than three-star Grand Fighters, and only a handful of them have reached the level of three-star Grand Fighters.

Among the outer courtyard students who had reached the level of a five-star Grand Fighter, apart from Yan Lingji, Nangong Wuxin had only seen one other person today.

"It seems that the competition pressure on us this time is not too great. If we play steadily and steadily, it will not be a problem for us to get four of the top five places."

"Don't worry, Master, I will never let you down!" Yan Lingji said confidently, and her slightly heaving chest made a popping sound when she slapped it. Nangong Wuxin's eyelids trembled when he saw it.

"Just play your best. I know your strengths well. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

The next day, the first round of eliminations continued.

"Xuanjie Class 2: Nangong Ling!"

"Yellow Class 1: Pilon!"

On the way to the ring, a sharp flying knife was spinning between Yan Lingji's slender jade fingers.

The orange flame attached to the flying knife at some point, and when Yan Lingji walked onto the stage, she was holding a short knife burning with flames in her hand.

The moment the whistle sounded, Yan Lingji threw the flaming knife in her hand out.

Pilon couldn't help but laugh at the flaming knife being thrown at him so undisguisedly. "I know you're Mr. Wuxin's man, but your tactics are a bit... huh?"

It's strange. Wasn't there only one flaming knife lost? Why did he see two?

No, three?

No, it’s five!

Without time to count, Pilon dodged quickly to the left. He didn't care about the number of flaming blades, they had just flown straight towards him. Could he have seen it wrong?

Suddenly, Pilon subconsciously closed his eyes, felt a force kicking him in the abdomen, and flew directly out of the ring.

"What an idiot! You're rushing into someone else's knife. Are you like a moth to a flame?"

Yan Lingji put away the flame and dagger, and walked away with a smile.

(End of this chapter)