Li Hui was not in a hurry, his eyes scanned the ten arenas. At this time, all ten arenas had people going up to challenge the defender, and after scanning around, he didn't find anyone with particularly strong abilities. At this time, the truly powerful people were still observing, waiting for several rounds to pass before the real strong players would appear on stage.

  Li Hui and others were just at that time.

  It's too much trouble and too boring to fight one by one! Li Hui's plan was that when a truly strong player appeared on the stage, he would go up and launch a thunderous attack, winning with an overwhelming advantage!

  One move to build merit, making everyone dare not to challenge on stage! This is Li Hui's plan!

  It's not time for me to take action yet! In other words, at this moment, no one on the stage has the qualifications to make me take action!

  The gaze turned back to the arena in front of him.

  At this time, Qin Gang had already defeated his first challenger and was waving his arms to the monks below the stage.

  "This guy! Although a bit silly, he still has some real skills!" Li Hui looked at Qin Gang on the stage and couldn't help but laugh.

  At this time, another person jumped onto the stage and challenged Qin Gang. He was a short and sturdy Han man with a knife as his weapon.

  Unlike Qin Gang's knife, this man used a narrow knife with a black scabbard that was over two feet long.

  The man sprang onto the stage like a leopard: "I am Ding Yuan!" His voice was icy, his eyes indifferent.

  "Hmm, this Ding Yuan, I'm afraid Qin Gang won't be able to withstand him!" Li Hui thought to himself. From the way Ding Yuan took the stage, he was also walking the fast knife path, and his body was emitting a faint aura of killing intent, which only those who frequently fought for their lives would possess.

  Ding Yuan's left hand grasped the scabbard, standing firmly on the stage, his eyes locked onto Qin Gang. Although there was no movement, it gave people an intangible sense of pressure. It was as if a prey being stared down by a hawk.

  Qin Gang made the first move.

  "Ah!"

  Qin Gang leapt into the air, his large knife carrying a whistling sound as it chopped down towards Ding Yuan's head. The momentum was like a thunderbolt, and in an instant the knife had already chopped to within a foot of Ding Yuan's head, with great force that seemed about to split him in two.

  Pong!

  This knife did not split it, and the blade cut onto the stage, splashing sand and gravel everywhere.

  Ding Yuan, at this critical moment, swiftly moved his body to the side, dodging the blade, and simultaneously drew out the knife in his hand. This knife was also black!

  "Hiss!"

  The black narrow knife brought a tearing sound through the air as it slashed towards Qin Gang, its gleaming blade seemingly black in color, like the scythe of death reaping lives.

  Qin Gang had just made a powerful slash, but it was too forceful and he couldn't change his move in time. He could only twist his waist, supporting the big knife with his right hand, while his body retreated backwards.

  The monk under the platform only saw a flash of black light, and then Qin Gang retreated. At this time, Ding Yuan's knife had already been sheathed, standing upright and staring coldly at Qin Gang.

  Qin Gang looked at Ding Yuan with some confusion: "If you had continued to pursue earlier, I would have lost already!"

  Ding Yuan, however, did not say a word and continued to stare coldly at Qin Gang.

  Qin Gang's face suddenly changed, his right hand wiped his abdomen, and a thread of blood slowly seeped out from his abdomen. The thread of blood gradually grew larger, and in a moment it became a knife wound over a foot long. Blood had already penetrated his long gown.

  "I lost" Qin Gang's face was filled with confusion and a hint of fear, enduring the pain as he hugged his wound and turned to leave the stage. At this moment, a disciple of Bi Xuan Gate wearing a green robe jumped onto the stage, fed Qin Gang a pellet of medicine, then took out a bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the wound before supporting Qin Gang off the stage.

  This kind of arena trial is bound to result in injuries, and the Azure Void Sect has long been prepared for this.

  The monks surrounding the platform were in an uproar, most of them couldn't understand how this sword had landed, but their gaze towards Ding Yuan was filled with a few more parts of fear.

  Li Hui saw it clearly, when Qin Gang's knife cut through the air and Ding Yuan dodged to the side, the knife had already been unsheathed and struck out. By the time Qin Gang started to retreat, the knife had already hit its mark. It was just that this knife was too fast, and the blade was too sharp, even Qin Gang himself didn't realize it.

  Ding Yuan stood upright on the stage with his left hand holding a knife, his eyes gazing into the distance with a lonely and cold expression.

  No one stepped forward to challenge! At this time, most people were still immersed in the shock brought by that knife.

  Li Hui still didn't plan on going on stage, the reason was very simple, Ding Yuan... wasn't strong enough yet!

  "I've come to experience your superior skills!" As the voice faded away, a figure floated onto the stage.

  "Lu Yingjie!"

  The newcomer simply reported his own name, while Ding Yuan still stood there with a knife in hand, only to move his gaze back to Lu Yingjie's body from afar.

  "Whoosh!"

  Without any extra words, Lu Yingjie slapped the storage bag, a white light flew out and transformed into a three-foot-long flying sword, tearing through the air and stabbing towards Ding Yuan.

  Just as the flying sword was about to pierce Ding Yuan, Ding Yuan's body flashed and dodged the sword. At the same time, his body moved swiftly, like a hunting leopard, pouncing towards Lu Yingjie.

  It's clear that Lu Yingjie is also a descendant of some immortal cultivation family, possessing a storage bag and a spiritual flying sword is the best proof.

  The best way to deal with this flying sword style is to get in close!

  As Ding Yuan rushed over, Lu Yingjie let out a cold snort, and with a change in the spell in his hand, the flying sword spun around in mid-air like lightning, stabbing towards Ding Yuan's back.

  Ding Yuan's body shape flashed to half, feeling a flying sword stabbing from behind, his back already felt the sword tip faintly painful.

  "Ding!"

  Ding Yuan halted his movement, turned around and drew his sword to block the flying sword. Ding Yuan's sword seemed extraordinary as well, and it withstood the clash with the spiritual artifact without sustaining any damage. Of course, this was also related to Lu Yingjie's cultivation.

  Just as Ding Yuan was about to take off again, he suddenly felt his feet slipping, and when he looked down, the ground beneath him had turned into a patch of quicksand! His two feet were stuck in the quicksand and couldn't be pulled out.

  At this moment, Lu Yingjie's flying sword attacked again.

  "Ding! Ding! Ding!"

  A series of clashing sword sounds!

  Ding Yuan was gradually worn down on both sides and could no longer hold back.

  "I've lost!" Just as a flying sword was about to strike him down, Ding Yuan said coldly.

  Lu Yingjie smiled slightly and recalled his flying sword, while the quicksand beneath Ding Yuan's feet also dispersed.

  Ding Yuan remained expressionless and jumped off the stage without saying a word.

  "This Lu Yingjie's swordsmanship is quite impressive!" Li Hui nodded slightly: "The timing of that Flowing Sand Technique was also just right!"

  In fact, Lu Yingjie's swordsmanship is more than just interesting!

  Lu Yingjie is the legitimate son of the Lu family in Ling Xiao City, and there are hundreds of Lu family children. Among these hundreds of Lu family children, only two have double spiritual roots. And Lu Yingjie has three spiritual roots: gold, wood, and earth, which are on par with the two true spiritual root children, known as the Three Outstanding Youths of the Lu Family! This shows Lu Yingjie's strength!

  Apart from not having top-notch spiritual roots, Lu Yingjie's other aspects are truly exceptional! He started cultivating at the age of six, learned swordsmanship at ten, and by fifteen, he had reached the seventh layer of the Qi Refining stage with his three-spirit-root constitution! At that time, the two true spirit root geniuses in the clan were only at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining stage!

  In the martial arts competition among the younger generation within the clan, Lu Yingjie even suppressed one of the dual-spirited cultivators and ranked second!

  Genius is behind countless sweat and hardship! From a young age, Lu Yingjie knew that his innate talent was not top-notch, so he paid more than several times the effort of his peers.

  And he finally gained recognition from others, being on par with those two true spirit root geniuses of the Lu family!

  However, according to the usual rules of Bi Xiang Men's recruitment, no matter how powerful Lu Yingjie is, he can only enter the outer gate of Bi Xiang Men! For this reason, Lu Yingjie also felt depressed for a while, feeling that fate was unfair.

  Now, the opportunity has come, Lu Yingjie made a secret decision, this time he must seize this opportunity to enter the inner door of Bi Xiangmen!

  On the stage, Lu Yingjie looked down at the crowd of monks below with full confidence! In his heart, he had imagined countless times that relying on his own strength, standing at the peak, and making a name for himself would be like this!

  "Let this be the place where I, Lu Yingjie, rise to prominence!"

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