Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

Duanmu Rong in Xilin Zheng's arms was pale as paper, her eyes tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring great pain. Her fighting spirit had been completely exhausted, and her body was extremely weak.

However, Nan Huifei was reluctant to leave and continued to chat with Xilin Zheng, which made Duanmu Rong feel tortured.

At the same time, the Demon Lord in the Black Jade was also in great pain. He attacked four times in a row, but was interrupted every time, as if his soul was frozen.

If it weren't for the presence of the two old guys in the audience, he would have been unable to contain himself and rushed out to absorb the fighting spirit of the students present to restore his own strength.

Su Lan completely disregarded her own image and leaned over the railing, watching with great interest as the female supporting actress found trouble with Duanmu Rong.

Cheng Xinghe, who was sitting next to her, saw this and handed her a plate of spiritual fruits with a smile: "Princess Yongchun, since it's so lively, why don't we watch it together?" It seems that no matter who you are, you are always full of curiosity and enthusiasm for gossip.

At this moment, Xilin Zheng's eyes swept over Su Lan and the others in the audience. He realized that this farce had already attracted too much attention. If it continued, it would probably cause more trouble for Duanmu Rong. So, he decided to end the dispute as soon as possible.

Fighters all have good hearing, so everyone can hear the conversation between the two of them clearly, and then they start whispering.

"Do you think Xilin Zheng can successfully take the person away?" someone asked curiously.

"It shouldn't be possible. The senior sisters around Nan Huifei are all powerful warriors above the Douhuang level. No matter how strong Xilin Zheng is, it is impossible for him to deal with so many people at the same time." Another person analyzed.

"But he is the prince of Xilin Kingdom after all, and he has a special status. If he really wants to take people away by force, I guess no one would dare to stop him." Others expressed different opinions.

At this moment, Cheng Xinghe suddenly turned to look at Su Lan and asked, "Princess, do you think the Fifth Prince of Xilin can take Miss Duanmu away?" After saying that, he took a bite of the spiritual fruit in his hand.

After hearing this, Su Lan thought for a moment and then replied, "I think we can hold out for about a quarter of an hour, and Nan Huifei will give way to him." Then she picked up a spiritual fruit and took a bite. Hmm, it tasted good.

So she covered the fruit plate with her wide sleeves and "smuggled" a few spiritual fruits for the three little ones in the space to taste.

However, no one noticed that An Huafu, standing on the competition stage, was in a state of mental collapse. He watched as the crowd below, their attention completely focused on Su Lan, Xilin Zheng, and the others, rather than on him, and a sense of loss welled up in his heart.

He couldn't help but complain inwardly: "Is there no one who can say something for me? Is there any senior brother or sister willing to come up to the stage and teach me!!!" Unfortunately, his voice was not heard by anyone.

The final result was as Su Lan expected. Xilin Zheng agreed to the three conditions proposed by Nan Huifei and promised to fulfill them in the future. Only in this way could Xilin Zheng take Duanmu Rong away.

The host teacher also recovered from the shock and continued to host the competition. He encouraged those students who wanted to challenge An Huafu to go on stage as soon as possible to show their strength.

Su Lan asked Tuanzi to keep a close eye on the heroine's movements, while she herself focused on watching the game. After all, she lacked actual combat experience, so watching more was always beneficial.

After Xilin Zheng brought Duanmu Rong back to the room, he first fed her two healing pills, and then used his powerful fighting spirit to adjust Duanmu Rong's physical condition.

Meanwhile, Demon Lord Yu quietly slipped out of the black jade. However, just as he was about to attack Xilin Zheng, who had his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a piercing chill surge from deep within his heart. This chill paralyzed him, so he temporarily abandoned his action and returned to the jade pendant to continue his meditation and cultivation.

Xilin Zheng didn't know how lucky he was to have escaped such a fatal disaster. Tuanzi was sweating profusely in the system space, fearing that he had not notified everyone.

After listening to it, Su Lan also comforted it a few words, "Be good, Tuanzi, it's okay. My spiritual power now carries the power of the Phoenix bloodline. Demon Lord Yu has been attacked by me several times in a row. I'm afraid he won't be able to harm anyone for a while."

Tuanzi was also comforted by his host and returned to his usual boisterous self.

After the freshmen finished their competitions, Su Lan also came on stage under the introduction of the host teacher.

"The next student is incredible. She is Princess Yongchun from the royal family of Dongyan Kingdom, and she also ranked first in the entrance examination."

Su Lan nodded politely to the teacher before turning to the audience and saying, "I am Su Lan from Dongyan Country. I welcome your guidance, brothers and sisters."

A tall, rugged-looking man slowly walked onto the competition stage amid the cheers of his friends. His eyes held a mixture of disdain and vulgarity, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"Junior Sister Su, I am Xiong Lin from the Northern Frost Country. I think you are good-looking, so why don't you follow me? This way you can wear beautiful robes every day and don't have to practice so hard!" Xiong Lin said with a malicious smile.

However, at this moment, a crisp sound was heard. Everyone looked closely and found that Xiong Lin had been knocked off the competition stage by Su Lan using the scarf technique. With a "bang", Xiong Lin fell heavily to the ground, causing an uproar.

"You...you have no moral integrity!" Xiong Lin struggled to get up from the ground, dusted himself off, and shouted at Su Lan angrily. He had originally thought that with his strength as a three-star master, he could easily defeat Su Lan, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so powerful.

"Just wait for me!" Xiong Lin glared at Su Lan fiercely, wanting to curse again, but when he saw Su Lan's cold eyes, a chill ran down his spine. He knew he was no match for her, so he could only turn around and leave the arena, cursing.

"Next!" Su Lan didn't seem to be angry at Xiong Lin's insults. She continued to smile and spoke to the seniors in the audience. Her voice was clear and melodious, as if it hadn't affected her at all.

Su Lan's indifference didn't mean Dong Yancan would let this bastard who insulted his cousin go. He secretly signaled the guards beside him to teach the man a lesson, and then turned his attention back to Su Lan's competition.

At this time, another senior brother came up to the stage and said in a lecturing manner, "Junior Sister Su Lan, I admit that you are very strong, but the way you are dressed today is really not suitable for a fight."

Su Lan looked down at her dress. It was indeed very beautiful and gorgeous, but also a bit too complicated and not very suitable for fighting. However, she didn't care because she had enough strength to deal with any situation.

The senior brother opposite him didn't hold back either, and continued, "But I can't blame you. After all, girls love beauty. You should just be a vase backstage. Coming up to compete will only stain your robes."

"This senior brother doesn't seem to understand what freedom of dress means. Let's start the competition quickly. This princess will let you know how powerful I am."

The senior brother across from him sneered, expressing his disdain for Su Lan. He considered himself too powerful to compete with such a little girl. But when he heard his classmates say that the two deans might select disciples, he saw this as a good opportunity to show off his abilities.

You should pick the softest persimmon to squeeze. The Princess Yongchun in front of him looks like a beautiful vase, which can be the stepping stone for him to embark on the road to success.

However, he had never imagined Su Lan would be so powerful. She barely moved, only gently waving her arm, and a powerful wave of fighting spirit surged out like a tidal wave, directly knocking the senior brother off the stage.

When the man fell off the stage, his face still in disbelief, Su Lan only replied to him with one sentence and continued the competition, "Let your strength speak for itself, brother."