In front of each of the eight arenas, a cultivator from Bi Xiang Men's foundation-building period wearing a yellow robe sat in attendance. To the north of the arena, a tall viewing platform was set up, and three cultivators from Bi Xiang Men's foundation-building period sat in the middle of the platform, with a group of third-generation disciples from Bi Xiang Men wearing green shirts standing behind them.

  At the sound of the gong, among the three foundation-building monks on the platform, the one sitting in the middle with a lean face and long whiskers under his chin suddenly rose into the air and stood suspended above the crowd of monks who were about to take part in the entrance trial. Standing against the wind, his robes fluttering, he truly had an otherworldly aura.

  It was unclear whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the long-bearded cultivator emitted waves of pressure, causing the many cultivators below to feel their breathing become heavy, as if they had a thousand-pound weight on them, and some with lower cultivation levels even began to tremble in their legs.

  Li Hui's internal spiritual energy circulated, and soon this oppressive feeling was dispelled. His eyes scanned the surroundings, discovering that several other cultivators also quickly escaped from this pressure, only not as easily as Li Hui.

  At this time, the long-whiskered monk in mid-air spoke: "I represent the Master of the Azure Sky Sect to host this tournament's entrance exam. There are several rules for this competition:

  One, do not take lives. This entrance competition aims to select disciples with outstanding qualifications and strength for our sect, it is not a fight to the death, no one is allowed to take the life of their opponent after they have admitted defeat.

  Two, no use of seals. This time the contest is about qualifications and strength, not wealth.

  At the end of each match, the winner receives a new number plate from the referee in front of their respective arena and waits to participate in the next round.

  "If anyone violates the rules, especially the first two, they will be directly disqualified from the trial and expelled from Ling Xiao City!"

  Originally, the long-bearded cultivator had already retracted his oppressive aura when he began to speak, but when he uttered the last sentence "Expel from Ling Xiao City", he suddenly released it again, and increased it several times. Immediately, several cultivators who were not strong enough on stage were pressed to the ground.

  However, at this time, no one was in a position to mock them, as they were all busy operating their spiritual power to resist the pressure.

  The long-whiskered monk saw the reaction of the crowd below and then withdrew his intimidating aura, saying "Let the trial begin!" before flying back to his own seat.

  On the eight platforms, the sixteen monks of the first match came on stage.

  On the stage near Li Hui, the judge was actually the long-faced monk who registered Li Hui, and the monk on stage had another familiar face - it was the powerful loud-mouthed man with a络腮胡子 beard met in the wine tower. The opponent of the络腮胡子 big man was a young man with a white complexion, wearing a逍遥巾 headband, dressed in a white shirt and holding a folding fan, looking like a worldly prince.

  A burly man with a thick beard held a large golden ring knife in both hands, and this weapon was quite matched to his stature. Seeing his opponent come on stage, he turned the knife upside down with one hand, and saluted like an ordinary Jianghu person: "My name is Qin Gang, if you can't beat me later, just say so, don't get hurt unnecessarily." His voice was still loud and clear, and he looked sincere.

  The laughter beneath the stage, the young man shaking his folding fan had an even paler face, he put away the fan and coldly said: "Less nonsense, you should be more careful."

  Qin Gang raised his large knife with both hands, let out a loud shout, like thunder rolling, and a faint golden light appeared on the blade, shining down on the white-clad youth as he chopped down with one swift motion.

  The young man in white watched as the knife came with a fierce momentum, his body quickly retreating backwards, while the folding fan in his hand opened up and emitted a white light, spinning out and flying directly towards Qin Gang's neck!

  This folding fan is actually an inferior spiritual artifact!

  Although cultivators in the Refining Qi stage cannot fly with their flying swords, they can still control their spiritual swords to attack enemies within a range of three zhang.

  At this time, the young man in white had already left Qin Gang's attack range, and with a calm and composed gesture, he directed the folding fan to attack Qin Gang.

  Qin Gang now looked like he was on the defensive, his hands waving the big knife with a fierce wind, constantly dissolving the folding fan's attacks.

  Everyone under the stage was staring at the changing situation on the field, no one expected that the first match would be so wonderful, and a spiritual instrument actually appeared. The big knife in Qin Gang's hand was obviously not an ordinary product, and it collided with the folding fan several times without any damage.

  Li Hui was secretly assessing the strength of these two people. The white-clothed youth looked extremely impressive at this moment, but he couldn't gain the upper hand over Qin Gang. As for Qin Gang, his large knife danced with a stormy rain that didn't leak a single drop, every knife stroke hid changes within, and it seemed like he was also from the jianghu, using worldly martial arts' knife techniques. One person had the advantage of having a powerful weapon, while the other had rich fighting experience, so it was hard to say who would win or lose.

  On the stage, the young man in white was secretly anxious. This time he participated in the Bi Xiang Men entrance trial, and his family specially gave him a low-grade spiritual instrument, thinking that he could easily take down his opponent. He didn't expect his opponent to be so troublesome.

  While driving the spiritual tool to confront the enemy from a distance, it looks invincible, but in fact it is extremely consuming of spiritual power. If you can't take down your opponent as soon as possible, once your own spiritual power is exhausted, you'll be at the mercy of others.

  At this point, the white-clothed youth's technique changed, and the folding fan that was entwined with Qin Gang suddenly burst into a brilliant light. The fan surface expanded to three feet in width and spun towards Qin Gang with a whirring sound.

  Qin Gang saw the folding fan coming with a fierce momentum, and he let out a loud shout. Spiritual energy also surged into his hand holding the large knife, and the golden light on the knife grew even brighter. He slashed diagonally at the spinning fan flying towards him.

  This knife was extremely sharp, the big knife and folding fan clashed, "ding" a sound of gold and iron ringing, the spinning folding fan was actually chopped by the big knife and flew obliquely. And on the blade of the big knife, a triangular mouth was also burst open.

  The young man in white saw this and hastily pinched his fingers to form a hand seal, stabilizing the nearly out-of-control folding fan and spinning it to slice away from Qin Gang's back.

  Qin Gang seemed to completely ignore the danger behind him, taking a step forward with incredible speed, his large knife chopping straight towards the white-clothed youth's head.

  The young man in white was still intently controlling the folding fan, completely unaware that Qin Gang would disregard danger and come straight for him. At this point, retreating was no longer an option, and his weapon was still flying in mid-air, leaving him momentarily at a loss for what to do, watching as the big knife was about to chop down on his head, he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

  At this moment, the foundation repair monk who was sitting on the edge of the arena as a judge suddenly flew out. The crowd below felt dizzy for a moment, and a long-faced yellow-robed monk grabbed a folding fan in his hand and blocked the big knife that was about to fall.

  At this critical moment, the long-faced monk suddenly made his move, grabbing the folding fan that was spinning towards Qin Gang's back of the head, and then using the fan to block the large knife that was about to chop down on the white-clothed youth.

  The young man in white opened his eyes to find a gloomy-looking long-faced monk staring at him. Seeing that he had opened his eyes, the monk handed over a folding fan that was already closed: "You lost!"

  The young man in white clothes, who had been pale with fear, now had a flush on his face, took the folding fan and turned to leave the stage.

  "If you can't, then remember to admit defeat." The long-faced monk said coldly and flashed back to his own seat.

  A burst of applause erupted from the audience, it was unclear whether it was for the exciting match or for the tall-faced monk.

  Instead, Qin Gang was all smiles as he bowed and said to the Taoist priest: "I concede! I concede!" Then he turned around and waved his hands at the audience below, grinning from ear to ear.

  The young man in white clothes walked down from the stage with a red face and lowered his head. At this time, the long-faced Taoist said coldly: "Next round!" Qin Gang, who was waving goodbye, hurriedly jumped off the stage and had just exchanged pleasantries with his friends when he rushed to the long-faced Taoist's side to receive his next trial number plate under his friend's reminder.

  At the same time, the other seven arenas have also produced winners and losers, and the competition continues.

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