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"Bam—"

The body made a muffled sound, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth continuously flowed into the body, gathering around the body into a faint halo, and then, under the circulation of true energy, the halo was slowly absorbed into the body.

Lu Zhaozhao slowly opened his eyes and exhaled.

She has been busy practicing these past two days, breathing in and out true energy day and night.

Before the competition began, she forced herself to break through to the middle Nascent Soul stage in order to increase her chances of winning. However, the lingering Qi within her body remained unable to settle for a long time, making it difficult for her to truly unleash the strength that was expected of her at this stage.

Fortunately, she experienced life and death ordeals several times in the following competitions.

First, in the first round of the competition, she fought against eight tribes, and in the end she fought with several of them separately, and then she and Cheng Sangjie were both injured; then in the second round, she fought many monsters, and forged the second level of body refining in Jiufeng's sky fire.

During these trials, her weak true Qi was solidified step by step without her knowing when. Now her strength in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul was a world apart from before, and there were even signs of her making progress.

"It really is in line with Wei Zhanjie's idea." Lu Zhaozhao chuckled. For some reason, that lonely figure appeared in her mind.

I wonder if he will panic when he sees his unconscious body? Lu Zhaozhao thought, but then shook his head in denial.

After all, Wei Zhanjie has seen everything. He can write a book like Zhili Yi, so he must be no ordinary person.

She was really looking forward to meeting Wei Zhanjie here.

But the most urgent thing is to pass the competition first.

Today, all those who have advanced will gather in the Ming Palace.

Minggong City was named after the Ming Palace, the place where the Demon Lord lived. Lu Zhaozhao became increasingly excited. She wondered if she could meet the legendary Demon Lord today.

With full of expectations, Lu Zhaozhao set out on the road to the Ming Palace.

Perhaps because of the border dispute, there were a lot more city defense patrols on the roadside today. In just a short journey, Lu Zhaozhao had already seen three teams.

When you arrive at the Ming Palace, the guards are even tighter.

But its layout seemed quite familiar to Lu Zhaozhao.

Every step had an armored soldier, and every ten steps had five more. Every five steps had a squad leader, every ten steps had a sergeant leader, and every fifty steps and every hundred steps had a general leader. These were both civil and military, assigned tasks according to their abilities, and commanded the elite troops.

This is clearly the defense method of the human race's city defense army, but before this friction, the boundaries between humans and demons have always been clear. How could the demon world adopt the defense ideas of ordinary people?

Lu Zhaozhao was puzzled and stared at the black bird patterns on the soldiers' armor, falling into deep thought.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she suddenly remembered what the tiger demon said when she first entered the demon world. The current demon king came from the outside world. After killing the dragon demon, he shocked the heroes with his powerful strength and ascended to the position of demon king.

Therefore, it was not surprising that he knew and used human things. However, Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but have another question.

Why are the demons willing to be inferior to humans?

This problem remained unresolved until she arrived at the Ming Palace.

There are many people here today, and many of them are famous.

The contestants stood in the hall. There were eight seats on the three steps above, corresponding to the eight major clans, which sent representatives to participate. These representatives with the right to speak were the eight commanders.

Further up, two parallel seats were set up, but no one sat down until the bell rang, and the seats remained empty.

"Who is so proud as to make these eight commanders wait for so long?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. If I say you're stupid, you really are. Aren't those two the only ones who can hold a position above the eight commanders?"

"You mean the Demon Lord and the Demon King?"

"I told you to keep your voice down. I heard that they have a delicate relationship with the eight major clans. Don't let the people above hear you."

……

Whispers could be heard from time to time among the contestants. Although they lowered their voices deliberately, they were right next to Lu Zhaozhao, so every word of the words reached her ears without missing a word.

Lu Zhaozhao stared at the two seats at the top in a daze.

For such an important occasion, the eight commanders have already arrived, and there is no reason for them not to come.

Is the border situation too serious?

Lu Zhaozhao was lost in her own thoughts, and three steps away from her, Cheng Sangjie was observing her inconspicuously.

Cheng Sangji put on the mask that covered his entire face again, revealing only a pair of expressionless eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The people of the eight clans formed their own faction and stood together after entering, but they had different levels of closeness to each other.

Tu Shanxixiang followed Cheng Sangjie's gaze and looked at the people in the room for a while, then turned and asked in a low voice: "What are you thinking about?"

Cheng Sangjie lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Tushan Xixiang did not ask any further questions, but went straight to find Nan Rongrui.

After the second round of the competition ended that day, Cheng Sangjie had been absent-minded. The letter from Nan Rongrui arrived that day, and after receiving it from Nan Rongrui, he had been locked in his room.

It appeared again this morning.

Today is the day when the third level begins. Tushan Xixiang knocked on Cheng Sangjie's door, wanting to ask him to prepare in advance, but the room was empty.

Cheng Sangjie went alone to a mountain outside Minggong City. He sat there, facing the direction of Luwu Mountain, watching the rising sun.

Tushan Xixiang was standing not far behind him. He intuitively felt that he had been discovered, but Cheng Sangjie did not look back, so he tactfully went down the mountain.

Then they met in the Ming Palace.

Tu Shan Xixiang didn't understand what had happened, but the only thing he was sure of was that it must be related to the letter sent by Nan Rong's family.

So, he found Nan Rongrui.

"Huh? You're asking me what the letter said? Weren't you there at the time? It was just about some Nüba tribe stuff."

Nan Rongrui looked at Tudan Xixiang with the eyes of a fool.

Tu Shanxixiang blushed and stammered, "I, I'm not asking that. I'm asking if there are any other factors involved."

"Hmm? Why do you ask that?" Nan Rongrui looked at him, "Is it because my brother acted strangely today?"

"You, you know!" Tushan Xixiang was shocked.

"Is it strange? It would be strange if I couldn't find out what you can find out!" Nan Rongrui said nonchalantly, and then she seemed to have thought of something, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

She stared at Lu Zhaozhao with interest and said, "Although I don't know what my brother has found out, it must be related to her. Ha! Being targeted by my brother is not a good thing. Her 'good days' are still to come!"

Unlike Nan Rongrui's excitement, Tu Shanxi looked unhappy on the contrary.

But no matter what everyone was thinking, the Demon Lord and the Monster King did not show up in the end.

A strange face took the main seat.

"I am the Palace Guard of Ming Palace. Lord Demon Lord was unable to attend due to some matters, so I will be in charge of the summons."

"I declare that the third round of competition has officially begun!"

"Content of the competition: gladiatorial combat."