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"Hu——" Lu Zhaozhao let out a long breath, exhaling the foul air that had accumulated over the past three days.

The sky outside the window was bright, and the morning light shone on the windowsill and onto her.

Lu Zhaozhao stood up and stretched her muscles. She had not moved for three days, and her joints were creaking.

She regulated her breathing and concentrated her mind, checking her cultivation in her dantian.

The middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Indeed, combat was the best way to hone one's skills. In the final battle of the first round, she fought with all her might, exhausting all her spiritual energy and true qi, first trapping Nan Rongrui and Changyu Lanshan, then severely injuring Cheng Sangjie, but she herself suffered no benefit.

His internal organs were displaced and damaged, all the bones in his wrist where he swung the sword were broken, his meridians were torn open, and his internal Qi could not flow and was blocked everywhere.

It can be said that besides looking a little pale, she was a mess inside. That was why, when Shisanniang came forward to congratulate her after passing the first level, she collapsed into her arms.

Lu Zhaozhao's last moments of consciousness were Shisan Niang's scream and Tu San's hurried arrival, and she had no memory after that.

When he woke up again, he was already in the small house in the busy city.

Her wrist was wrapped in thick bandages, and her broken finger bones were fixed with wooden boards. All the external injuries were carefully bandaged. There was no doubt that it must have been done by Shisan Niang and Tu San.

After going through so much intrigue, she can't wait to chat with them.

When she opened the door, the two of them happened to be outside. Lu Zhaozhao wanted to greet them happily, but the spit from the two people cursing at each other flew past her even faster.

"What kind of quack doctor did you hire? Why hasn't he woken up after three days? I'm not going to the second level either!" Shisan Niang spoke first.

"Of course not. I'm already injured like this after just the first level. Of course I can't go again!" Tu San continued.

"We've already passed the first round! We're not going any further! There are less than 200 people left."

"You know there are less than 200 people left! What about the others? Don't they want to compete anymore? They're all dead! You're sending them to their deaths!"

"I let her die?" Shisanniang's tone turned sharp with anger. "I'm doing this for her own good. How many of the remaining people have higher cultivation than her? There aren't many among the eight clans. You are useless, but you are trying to provoke others to do the same."

"I'm good for nothing?" Tu San was also angry. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to start a quarrel.

Seeing that the situation was not good and the two were about to quarrel to the point of chaos, Lu Zhaozhao immediately stepped forward to separate them.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Anger is harmful to your health. Let's talk it out."

"Tsk, I have nothing to say to him!" Shisan Niang turned her head away.

"I have nothing to say to this bitch." Tu San also turned his head away.

Lu Zhaozhao was sandwiched between the two of them, not knowing which side to look at first, and stood there awkwardly.

Fortunately, they both paid attention to her first.

Shisanniang pulled her arm up and down, checked everywhere, and asked: "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? If so, I'll go find that quack doctor and settle the score!"

"Hey, what you said is right. Wenlang is my friend. I know his medical skills, otherwise I wouldn't have called him to see Guannan." After hearing what Shisan Niang said, Tu San immediately put down his folded hands and spoke reflexively.

"Who knows?" Shisan Niang muttered.

Seeing that they were about to have another big fight, Lu Zhaozhao chose to escape from the battlefield this time. She laughed and said, "It's all fine, it's all fine, there's no injury at all," and walked out, waved goodbye and headed to the second level competition venue.

After walking a hundred meters, he could still hear the sound of two people arguing behind him. He didn't know what they were arguing about. Lu Zhaozhao sighed secretly and thought: Why did I think of meeting them both when I just woke up? Sure enough, I am not suitable for such a scene.

However, Lu Zhaozhao thought again, isn’t such a down-to-earth life also enviable?

With a lot of thoughts in my mind, my pace unconsciously quickened, and soon I arrived at the gathering point of the second level.

Compared to the first level, there are fewer people surrounding the second level, but the base number is large enough and it doesn't look small.

Lu Zhaozhao naturally knew the reason and could not help but lower her eyes in worry.

She looked down at her toes, and suddenly a pair of cloud-patterned brocade shoes appeared in her field of vision.

Lu Zhaozhao raised her head in confusion. Standing in front of her was a man she had never seen before. He was more than a head taller than her, and it was a bit difficult for Lu Zhaozhao to look at him.

Lu Zhaozhao had a good memory. This person looked familiar, but he had never seen him before. After thinking about it for a while, he finally matched the face with another one.

Aside from the demonic markings on his face, this man bore a striking resemblance to Changyu Lanshan. However, their temperaments differed greatly: one impetuous, the other calm and composed. Their similar facial features gave off completely different impressions, which left her stunned for a moment.

The same appearance, still in Minggong City, this person’s identity is very clear.

"Commander Changyu." Lu Zhaozhao took a step back, nodded and said hello.

The Changyu Languan in front of him was a little surprised and asked, "Do I look a lot like Lanshan?"

"They are exactly the same," Lu Zhaozhao replied. She had heard that the two brothers had different fathers, but they were still from the same clan, so it made sense that they would look alike. However, she had never expected them to be this similar.

Changyu Languan seemed pleased to hear this and continued, "I heard you single-handedly defeated Lanshan and the little girl from the Nanrong family, so I wanted to come and see what kind of person you are. Seeing you today, you are indeed quite impressive."

Didn't you come here to avenge your brother and cause trouble for her? Lu Zhaozhao was a little confused, but still nodded in thanks.

Changyu Languan seemed to have come to take a look. After saying a few words, he left and walked towards the platform. It seemed that he was the chief examiner this time.

Lu Zhaozhao looked at his departing back and thought: These two brothers have such different personalities.

In the space of just two words, the people from the eight clans arrived. Cheng Sangjie chuckled at her and nodded in greeting. Tushan Xixiang followed Cheng Sangjie's lead and nodded, though he looked a bit foolish. Nan Rongrui lost his usual unruly demeanor this time. He gave her a cold look and turned away. She had expected him to be angry after being trapped at Changyu Lan Mountain last time, but he simply glared at her fiercely before turning his head to look towards Changyu Lan Pass on the high platform. The hatred on his face was even stronger than when he had looked at Lu Zhaozhao before.

What kind of hatred and grudge is this? Lu Zhaozhao complained in her heart.

On the high platform, Changyu Languan paced to the edge, as if he wanted to say something.

The noisy crowd in the audience suddenly quieted down, and everyone stretched their necks to look at him, as if wanting to hear every detail.

Changyu Languan stood high up, his deep voice echoing throughout the place: "I will be in charge of the second round of the competition this time. Please listen carefully and do not violate the rules. The second round..."

"Wait!" A crisp voice came from the side, interrupting Changyu Languan's words.

The people in the audience couldn't help but feel a little surprised, thinking who is so blind as to dare to interrupt Commander Changyu, he must be tired of living.

Lu Zhaozhao was also surprised. He turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from. When he looked at Changyu Lanshan, he had a playful smile on his face, as if the person being humiliated on the stage was not his brother.

Not far away, a man in a green shirt stood in the middle of the road. His gentle and refined appearance seemed completely out of place in this bloody competition, more like a scholar who had passed the imperial examination.

After seeing the face clearly, the eight clansmen and Lu Zhaozhao were all shocked.

The person who came was Wen Sheng.

Changyu Languan walked down the platform and came in front of him. The two looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

From Lu Zhaozhao's perspective, the two men were almost the same height, but the oppression Chang Yu Languan brought to her when he stood in front of her was far greater than that of Wen Sheng. Could it be because Wen Sheng treated her in a casual manner every time she met him?

She was a little confused, but the two people with the highest status in the scene were obviously at loggerheads.

One is the commander and the other is the demon king.

One is the main force against the Demon Lord, and the other is the most powerful supporter under the Demon Lord.

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and it seemed that a fight would break out at any moment.

Everyone watched eagerly, feeling either anticipation or worry.

But the situation that everyone expected did not happen. Chang Yu Languan took a step back and saluted. Wen Sheng smiled warmly and supported him with both hands. To those who didn't know the situation, it seemed that they had a close relationship.

Wen Sheng said something, Changyu Languan replied with a smile, and the two walked up to the platform side by side.

"Your brother has a good relationship with the Demon King." Xie Yi rubbed Changyu Lanshan with his hand, but Changyu Lanshan avoided him with disgust and said, "I already said he's not my brother."

Jie Yi pursed his lips, not intending to argue with him.

Wen Sheng took the stage and said, "The second round of competition will take place within the Ming Palace's restricted enclosure. Inside, the Demon Lord has personally hunted and sealed the demons. The levels of the demons from the inside out vary, and the scores earned from hunting them also differ. The rules are simple: whoever strangles the demons with the highest score will be ranked higher in the final standings. The top fifty will advance."

"Finally, I wish you all good luck in martial arts!"