Start fusion god-level system

In the evening, the sun sets.

Outer camps in the Manghuang Mountains.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the students of the No. [-] Martial Academy hurriedly packed their belongings, and started their return journey on various spirit beast mounts one after another.

This also indicates that the college competition that lasted for more than half a month - the hunting activity in the wild mountains has come to an end.

Qin Nan, who was the last to leave, was lying in the cave where he was and fell asleep.

Since he bid farewell to the old nun, he didn't stay in the Manghuang Mountains, but rushed back non-stop, digesting and absorbing the harvest of this hunting.

His harvest, just a little bit, is enough to get the top five in the academy, and successfully get the qualification for the real dragon competition.

As for all kinds of magical medicines, natural materials and earthly treasures, and martial arts and skills, they also need to try a lot and deduce a lot in order to improve further.

Qin Nan couldn't bear to hand in these truly superb items.

Three days later, Qin Nan finally got the latest news from the college. He won No.4 in this college competition. Not surprisingly, he will enter the real dragon competition smoothly.

The three in front of Qin Nan are: the first sister of the academy Murong Yan, the sword idiot Lin Tianwang, and the crazy sword Meng Xinghe.

As for the last spot, it was reserved for an intern tutor from the academy named Lin Yufei.

According to the discussions among the students, Qin Nan learned that this Lin Yufei was a senior student who had just graduated with outstanding talents.

She was only 20 years old, and she possessed the cultivation base of the peak of the sixth level of the Martial Emperor, and was known as a peerless genius in the First Martial Academy once in a century.

"It's really awesome!"

Qin Nan couldn't help but praise in his heart.

You know, Xuanyuan Wushuang, the dean of their No. 60 Martial Academy, is nearly [-] years old, and he only has the cultivation base of the Martial Emperor Bazhongtian.

One can imagine Lin Yufei's future achievements in martial arts!
Qin Nan shook his head, let go of many daydreams, pushed open the cave door, and prepared to rush to the dean's cave.

He was notified in the morning that the dean was going to summon him in person to discuss something important!
"Hey, maybe it's to praise my brother for my outstanding performance."

"But I just don't know if there are any additional rewards!"

Qin Nan was walking on the road, secretly fantasizing about it.

But as he walked, some discordant voices from the surrounding crowd reached his ears:

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"The final ranking of this college competition has been determined!"

"I know I know!"

"It's basically the same as what we predicted before, except for that weird thing."

"You mean Qin Nan?"

"Hmph, who else can there be?"

"What's up with him?"

"He, I heard that he hugged Senior Murong's thigh and got a lot of benefits. He got a place in the True Dragon Competition while lying down."

"Is what you said true?"

"Hey, can this be fake?"

"Almost all the students in the school now say so."

"Besides, if you think about it, how can he achieve such an achievement just because he was promoted to Martial King?"

"Idiots don't believe it!"

"That's it."

"Hey, Qin Nan is here, let's go, let's go over there."

Qin Nan heard all the discussions among the students.

But he didn't care about the situation.

No matter how much others gossip, they can't change the established facts, that is:
It was Qin Nan who participated in the competition, not those self-righteous guys.

This kind of right and wrong, let them go, and you won't lose a piece of meat, and you won't lose a hair, it doesn't matter.

Qin Nan's thoughts kept changing, and before he knew it, he had already reached the entrance of the cave where the dean was.

After knocking on the door, asking, and being guided by servants, Qin Nan successfully met the head of the First Martial Academy——Xuanyuan Wushuang.

In the reception hall, the old and the young sat down separately, without too much politeness, they had already started talking.

"Qin Nan, your performance in this college competition is very good."

"Hey, by the way, your cultivation seems to have improved again, and you've reached the third level of Martial King, not bad!"

"not bad!"

Xuanyuan Wushuang had a big belly, like a smiling Buddha, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"The dean has been awarded."

"Recently, there have been many opportunities, and I accidentally improved my cultivation level a little bit."

Qin Nan touched his yellowish face and pretended to speak modestly.

When he was meditating in the cave a few days ago, the god-level system actually activated automatically, 'swallowed' a lot of magic medicine, and absorbed the spiritual energy of thousands of spirit stones.

All these auras were infused into his body, causing his cultivation to skyrocket all the way, from the original Martial Emperor's first level to the peak of the Martial Emperor's third level, and this cultivation level was completely stabilized.

Following this, the third turn of the "Nine Turns of Yin-Yang Divine Art" was completed by one-third, and his originally fair skin also turned into a sickly pale yellow.

The third round of divine skills is different from the second round of ice and fire kung fu. It mainly focuses on training and forging the body and physical body.

From the skin, muscles, veins, bones, to the internal organs, from the inside out, 360-degree all-round forging without dead ends.

This is fundamentally different from the defensive skill that automatically activates the true qi shield in the first turn of the magic skill!
Once the third round is fully cultivated, Qin Nan does not need to mobilize his true energy. Qin Nan can easily deal with most attacks with only his physical body. Even if his body is decapitated, he will not die, almost immortal!
With Qin Nan's cultivation base soaring, the hidden cultivation rune can only suppress his realm to the third level of Martial King, and it can't be lowered.

"It's not that I don't want to keep a low profile, it's because my strength doesn't allow it!"

Qin Nan thought evilly in her heart.

"Not bad, not bad."

"It's just that there is a problem that is more troublesome."

"This question, oh, actually, really, it's not easy to handle!"

Xuanyuan Wushuang scratched his head, looking worried.

"Oh?"

"The dean, do you have something to say?"

Qin Nan cupped his hands.

I thought to myself, this old guy, is he trying to do something to my brother?
"Ah, actually, it's mainly because of yours,"

"This cultivation level, there are still some, that, that, that, that, that."

"Understand?"

Xuanyuan Wushuang winked at Qin Nan with an expression of 'you understand'.

"The dean means that my cultivation base is too low to convince the public?"

From Xuanyuan Wushuang's implication, Qin Nan immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Hey, hey, you said that, but I didn't say it."

"However, since you have brought your words to this point, I have no choice but to continue."

"Look, among the many students in our academy, there are a lot of martial arts kings who are eight or nine."

"If I give you a place to participate in the real dragon competition just based on your performance in hunting, what do you make those students who are much higher than you think?"

"right?"

"After all, to participate in a grand competition of this level in the Tianwu Continent, you still have to rely on your strength. That kind of opportunistic method may not necessarily work."

Xuanyuan Wushuang said with a smile.

"What a 'strength prevails'!"

"Since the dean and many students question my strength, I don't think so."

"Brother, I, ah no, students, I will show it to everyone in public, how about it?"

Qin Nan smiled and replied softly.

"Oh?"

"What kind of display?"

Xuanyuan Wushuang's eyes lit up, and he became interested.

He likes to join in the fun.

"It's simple."

"I'm setting up a ring in the back mountain. Dean, call Crazy Saber Meng Xinghe and Sword Crazy Lin Tianwang up to compete with me."

"If I win, all doubts will naturally disappear."

"If I lose, I will automatically withdraw from the True Dragon Competition."

"What do you think?"

Qin Nan had already thought of a countermeasure, and said it slowly.

Hmph, this old fox, is thinking of tricking me and making my brother embarrass me?
Just show me!
"Okay, that's a good idea."

"It's not too late, let's go now!"

"I'll sit in town and watch!"

"Hahahaha!"

Xuanyuan Wushuang laughed and approved Qin Nan's idea.