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"Master Yuan!"

Not long after the people from the Six Doors arrived, a person from the Demon Slayer Division came out.

He was wearing a gray-blue robe and looked quite refined.

"He is none other than Yuan Yinyao, the Executioner of Death..."

Mu Yang looked at the middle-aged man in the gray-blue robe.

He thought the Demon Slayer would be an old man, but he didn't expect him to look so young.

He seems to be around the same age as Team Leader Qin.

As Yuan Yin appeared, the commotion in the valley gradually subsided.

Yuan Yin's gaze swept over the people in the valley, mostly passing by quickly, but lingered a little longer on the two leaders of the Six Doors.

Then, he said a few words and waved.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the edge of the arena and landed in the center of the open space.

The man was strong and muscular, with regular features. He had a small scar about the length of a little finger under his left eye, and a four-foot-long straight knife hung at his waist.

He stood in the center of the field, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his voice not loud but clear enough: "I am Liang Qing, First-Class Demon-Seeking Captain of the Demon-Slaying Division of Qinghe County. I will be in charge of and judge this Blessed Land Selection."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The rules for this year's Blessed Land Election are the same as before. It is still divided into two groups: the fourth-tier group and the fifth-tier group. Participants from each group can come to me to draw lots."

As he spoke, he reached into the sleeve pocket at his waist with his left hand, and a semi-transparent box appeared in his hand, inside which were small wooden plaques with mortise and tenon joints.

As he shook his hand, the neatly stacked wooden signs suddenly became chaotic.

"Those who draw two wooden cards with the same number form a group. They compete in order of increasing number. The winner advances and the loser is eliminated. After each round, the draw is repeated until the ranking of each group is determined."

"The final ranking will determine your best position for cultivation within the Blessed Land of Cold Pools."

Those who are outside the top ten in each group will not be eligible for this blessed land of the cold pool.

As he spoke, Liang Qing took a step, and with a loud rumble, a stone pillar more than half a person's height rose up beside his feet.

He placed the box on the stone pillar.

"Everyone in the fourth tier, please come forward and draw lots."

Soon, martial artists with cultivation levels at the fourth rank stepped forward one by one to draw lots.

Lei Sai and Zhou Yao were among them.

After receiving the wooden plaque, Lei Sai approached Mu Yang and said, "Brother Mu, I'm number fourteen, a very high position!"

There were quite a few participants in the fourth-level group, but the total number was less than thirty.

If it's the 14th, it will likely be the last match.

Zhou Yao, on the other hand, is ranked quite high, number four.

After the fourth-tier group finished drawing lots, it was the fifth-tier group's turn.

Compared to the fourth-tier group, where you can draw a dozen or so numbers, the fifth-tier group only has fourteen number plates in total.

Three from the Demon Slayer Division, two from the Six Doors, two from the Canglan Sect, two from the Gongsun Family, two from the Fengyun Sect, one from the Fenshui Sect, and one each from the local families of Qinghe County, the Lei Family and the Mei Family.

"Draw lots for the fifth tier group."

After Liang Qing took out a new box, Mu Yang and the others stepped forward.

He picked it up casually, opened it, and saw that the character "壹" was engraved on it.

A fairly high number.

After all the groups had finished drawing lots, Liang Qing compiled and recorded the numbers, then stepped back to the edge of the venue and announced loudly, "Fourth-tier group, first match, number one, enter!"

A young man dressed in light blue close-fitting clothes, with a long sword hanging at his waist, walked out of the area of ​​the Fenshui Sect.

At the same time, a young man dressed in the uniform of the Demon Slayer Division also walked out.

He also had a badge hanging from his waist that read "Third-Class Demon-Hunting Captain".

Seeing the two arrive, Liang Qing raised his hand to indicate: "The rules of the duel are very simple. Whoever admits defeat first or is deemed unable to continue fighting by me will be the loser."

"During the process, there are no restrictions on weapons or techniques, but the use of elixirs or other immediate external aids is prohibited."

"Any objections?"

"No!" *2

"Let's begin."

As soon as Liang Qing finished speaking, the person from the Fenshui Sect took the initiative to act.

As his true energy surged, he swiftly drew the long sword from his waist and unleashed a series of speed-based movement techniques.

The man from the Demon Slayer Division also drew his long sword and charged straight at them.

Judging from their auras, both of them were at the early stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, which was just right.

When the quality and quantity of true qi are roughly equal, the outcome depends on the quality and proficiency of martial arts skills, as well as the richness of personal combat experience.

The two are roughly equal, but the one from the Demon Slayer Division clearly has more combat experience.

After all, sect disciples mainly focus on cultivation, and their sparring is usually limited to a few moves, while the captains of the Demon Slaying Division are all on the verge of life and death, having fought countless battles.

As expected, under the deliberate guidance of the Demon Slayer, the man from the Dividing Water Sect clearly had exhausted his physical strength and true energy. After thirty moves, his speed was several degrees slower than at the beginning.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's sword missed its mark, the Demon Slayer dodged to the side, stepped forward, and slashed at the opponent's heart with his sword.

Because it was a duel, the person from the Demon Slayer Division subconsciously held back three-tenths of his strength; although his sword strikes were sharp, they weren't particularly fast.

Even so, the person from the Fenshui Sect, whose old strength had been exhausted and whose new strength had not yet emerged, still did not have time to block.

Just when he thought he was about to bleed, a cold voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"In the first match of the first round of the fourth-tier group, the Demon Slayer Division wins!"

Liang Qing, who appeared out of nowhere, stood in front of the man from the Fenshui Sect, his sheathed straight sword precisely pressed against the tip, no more than half an inch away from the man's heart.

"Phew, thank you so much, senior!"

The man from the Fenshui Sect breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands in thanks, and then clasped his hands in return to his opponent.

After the two players left the field, the second match began quickly.

The two sides in this battle are Fengyun Sect and the young master of a local escort agency in Qinghe County.

The young master's weapon was the same as that of the Demon Slayer, a long sword, while the Fengyun Sect disciple, dressed in a warm white short-sleeved shirt, was unarmed.

"Chief Ji's strength is quite good. He always goes on escort missions with his family and has a lot of combat experience. He even broke through to the early stage of the fourth rank some time ago. Plus, he has a knife in his hand, so he probably has a good chance of winning. What do you think, Brother Mu?" Lei Sai leaned closer to Mu Yang and whispered.

"three......"

Mu Yang did not answer, but simply uttered a number.

"Um?"

Lei Sai was taken aback.

Before he could ask further, Mu Yang continued to utter numbers: "Two..."

"One." "Fengyun Sect wins the first match of the first round of the fourth-tier group!"

Mu Yang's voice and Liang Qing's voice rang out almost simultaneously.

Lei Sai stared blankly at Ji Chang, who had been kicked away by the Fengyunmen man, completely bewildered.

"Late stage of Qi Condensation Realm? Hiss~~"

He never expected that the disciple of the Fengyun Sect would have the cultivation of the late stage of Qi Condensation Realm. He didn't look much older than him. It was outrageous!

"By the way, Brother Lei, what did you just say?"

Mu Yang pretended to have just heard it and looked at Lei Sai with a puzzled expression.

"Um...it's nothing, I just thought the weather is really nice today."

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Yao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lei Sai scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and finally chuckled as well.

Mu Yang withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the fighting arena.

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The third update is finally out! Having a fever is really affecting CPU performance.

Take some anti-inflammatory medicine later and go to bed early.