Li Hui showed such a clean and beautiful movement, and there was a burst of applause from the audience.

  "Bang!" With a loud noise, the dust flew everywhere on the stage. A big man with a thick waist, shiny bald head and nine feet tall heavily fell onto the stage. Li Hui felt that the entire stage seemed to have trembled once.

  "Clang!" The big man slammed the weapon in his hand onto the stage. It was a one-meter-long staff made of some unknown material.

  Li Hui looked at the iron tower-like big man in front of him, and he was also amazed. His height of over 7 feet was not considered short, but standing in front of this big man, he seemed like a child.

  "Under Li Hui, please instruct!" With a ceremonial bow and a slight gesture of his hands, Li Hui stood quietly with the Qing Ming sword in hand.

  The big Han's eyes were like bronze bells, his face had horizontal wrinkles, and he stood there like a god or demon. At this time, he also cupped his hands and said: "My name is Tong Meng." His voice was several times thicker than that of Qin Gang, who had a loud mouth.

  The two of them stopped talking again.

  Li Hui stood there with a relaxed expression, his Qingming sword still in its scabbard, held in his left hand, without the slightest hint of facing a great enemy.

  The audience under the stage had a good impression of Li Hui after seeing his beautiful moves, but now they see him looking so calm and composed in the face of a great enemy, they think he is just another arrogant young master who doesn't know how to live or die.

  Tong Meng seemed to be enraged by Li Hui's nonchalant attitude as well. With a loud shout, he raised his long staff high above his head, the staff carrying an overwhelming force, and struck down at Li Hui with the momentum of a thunderbolt.

  "Hiss!"

  The long stick brought up waves of tearing through the air sounds.

  Li Hui still stood there motionless, but in fact when Tong Meng raised his staff, he was completely open and defenseless, and Li Hui could have stabbed him in the throat with one sword. However, Li Hui wanted to see what this big man was capable of, so he didn't make a move.

  "Hiss!"

  The long stick was about to fall on his head, and the wind sound was already near his ear. Just as Li Hui's skull was about to be smashed, the audience below widened their eyes, even the long-faced Zhuji monk who was acting as a judge secretly pinched his fingers, ready to save him.

  At this moment, Li Hui made his move!

  Just like a wisp of green smoke drifting away, Li Hui had vanished into thin air, and the audience below the stage was as if they saw this wisp of green smoke being blown away by the wind brought by the long stick.

  "Boom!" The long stick slammed onto the ground of the arena, instantly sending stone chips flying and dust rising everywhere.

  Li Hui, however, emerged three feet away from where the long stick had struck, still looking calm and composed, as if it was not him who had just dodged the stick in a flash, but rather that the stick had missed its mark.

  Tong Meng swung his stick with all his might, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes, but his hands didn't stop for a moment. He changed the vertical swing to a horizontal sweep, aiming at Li Hui's waist.

  A pole of one zhang in length swept across a large area, and Li Hui was almost at the center of the sweeping range. It was difficult to dodge left or right, front or back. The pole had not yet reached him, but he could already feel the powerful air wave rushing towards him, indicating the formidable power of this strike.

  However, just as the long stick was about to sweep over, Li Hui leaped up and jumped over the long stick, jumping in the opposite direction of where the long stick was sweeping.

  Tong Meng swung his stick again, but it was an empty swing. He turned around to strike once more, only to find that Li Hui had vanished without a trace.

  He hastily turned around quickly, but there was no sign of Li Hui behind him. He turned around again, still nothing. However, judging from the reactions of the audience and judges below the stage, Li Hui should still be on the stage, but no matter how he turned left and right, he couldn't see anyone.

  At this time, the audience under the stage stared with wide eyes and looked unbelievable.

  Li Hui has always been standing behind Tong Meng! Only every time Tong Meng turns around, Li Hui follows like a ghost and moves again to stand behind Tong Meng.

  A person turning around is naturally extremely quick, Li Hui was five feet behind Tong Meng, equivalent to taking Tong Meng as the center and five feet as the radius. When Tong Meng turned around, Li Hui had to move several times the distance to keep up with him without being discovered, the speed can be imagined.

  Gradually, Tong Meng's face showed a look of anxious frenzy. "Roar!" Suddenly, Tong Meng let out a loud roar towards the sky, and the cultivators watching from below felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded beside their ears.

  Tong Meng's two hands wielded the long stick in a frenzied dance, instantly producing a deafening crashing sound. The shadow of the stick repeatedly protected Tong Meng from the wind and rain, his entire body within a radius of one zhang being covered by the power of the stick.

  Tong Meng swung his stick around and walked in all directions, hitting the stick in all directions, thinking that Li Hui would have nowhere to hide.

  The audience under the stage, however, couldn't help but secretly sigh. Li Hui was completely unscathed and had been following closely behind Tong Meng all along, no matter where he went, always lurking in his shadow.

  After a moment, Tong Meng's movements gradually slowed down, apparently the previous stormy dance had consumed a lot of spiritual power and physical strength.

  Just as Tong Meng's stick shadow revealed a slight gap, Li Hui stopped wandering and swiftly entered from behind Tong Meng, kicking him in the buttocks with lightning speed.

  Under the gaze of all the masters on the stage who were stunned, Tong Meng, like a golden warrior, was kicked by Li Hui from his buttocks and flew up!

  Tong Meng was kicked flying when he still didn't react, the long stick in his hand was still dancing wildly. Until he flew in mid-air, he finally came to his senses, and the stick stopped dancing. With a terrified face, he turned his head down to look.

  Li Hui stood quietly on the stage, still with that leisurely appearance, his left hand holding the Qing Ming sword, which had not been drawn from head to toe.

  Tong Meng drew an arc in the air and fell towards the crowd below the stage, which was packed with cultivators watching the battle. At this moment, a huge figure loomed overhead, casting a massive shadow over the ground. The cultivators directly below him hastily retreated, clearing out a large area beneath Tong Meng.

  Unexpectedly, Tong Meng twisted his body in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground with a long pole.

  A burst of applause erupted around, this game was really wonderful.

  At first, Li Hui showed a beautiful move, but when Tong Meng entered the scene like an iron tower, everyone felt that Tong Meng's chances of winning were greater.

  The opening blow, as well as Li Hui's shadow play in the middle, and later kicking Tong Meng flying with one foot, all of these were unexpected.

  But Tong Meng managed to save his own face as he fell to the ground with that long pole.

  Steadying himself, Tong Meng turned around and bowed to Li Hui, saying: "Fellow Daoist, your skills are impressive! I concede defeat!"

  Li Hui also cupped his hands in respect and said: "Tong Dao's staff skills are truly impressive, I concede!" This was indeed sincere, for Tong Meng was stronger than the cultivators he had competed against earlier. Unfortunately, his luck was poor, and he encountered Li Hui in the first round; otherwise, he might have actually made it into the top 500.

  Tong Meng understood in his heart that the opponent had already shown mercy earlier, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up so easily after falling off the stage. Without saying another word, he cupped his hands and turned around to leave with big strides.

  Li Hui walked up to the long-faced cultivator and received his next trial token, while secretly observing the long-faced cultivator's expression. The result was that the long-faced cultivator still had a gloomy face, didn't even give Li Hui a glance, and handed over a jade token with a casual hand.

  Li Hui took the jade plaque and returned to the stage, but in his heart he secretly let out a sigh of relief. The reason why he had just made such a big show on stage was to test the reaction of this long-faced Taoist priest. If this long-faced Taoist priest showed any suspicion, he would immediately leave Ling Xiu City and flee.

  After all, the secret of Yuankui Xianfu was too big, if it was really targeted by those high-ranking cultivators, he wouldn't have enough lives to pay with.

  Now seeing the calm expression of Chang Lian Xiu Shi, he put his heart at ease. Perhaps in the eyes of those foundation-building cultivators, a Qi-refining cultivator was just an existence like ants that hadn't even stepped into the threshold of the immortal sect. He was just a slightly more formidable ant.

  Glanced at his new trial number plate: one hundred and eighteen. It turned out that this time's number plate was based on the order of the monks' previous trial. The fewer the rounds, the fewer the remaining monks, this method is simple and convenient.

  The monks standing around Li Hui looked at him with different eyes now, with apprehension, astonishment and admiration.

  Li Hui noticed these expressions, but he didn't care at all. If they knew that he had only revealed a tenth of his true strength, he wondered what kind of expressions they would have.

  The next match is to be held tomorrow, Li Hui has no more interest in the next match and has no intention of staying here any longer. He turns around and walks out of the crowd, heading in the direction of his own home.

  Back home, Li Hui immediately entered Yuan Huaxian's mansion.

  In the Linshui Pavilion, Li Hui held a cup of spiritual tea and sipped it lightly while thinking about which path he should take next.

  Recalling the gazes of those monks around him after he stepped down from the stage today, Li Hui didn't feel a bit pleased, but instead stirred up the sad memories in his heart.

  When I was still a child, my parents would go to the depths of the perilous Bi Xuan Mountain every day to dig for herbs, enduring pain and abandoning their beloved son for the sake of survival and those few pitiful spirit stones.

  As for himself, he lost his parents at the age of ten and could only make a living by going to the outskirts of Bi Xiang Mountain every day to dig up some medicinal materials that others had overlooked or looked down on. He even almost died two years ago in the Iron Back Wolf's mouth.

  If it weren't for accidentally obtaining the Yuanhuan Xianfu, I'm afraid I would still be that struggling little cultivator in Lingxiao City just trying to survive.

  In the past, being able to become a outer disciple of Bi Xiang Men was his greatest wish! Being able to have a bottle of the lowest-grade Qi Gathering Pill to assist in cultivation was his greatest extravagance!

  But now, becoming an inner disciple of Bi Xiang Men is easy for me!

  Entering the Azure Sky Gate is just a beginning on his own path to immortality, Li Hui's current ambition will not be confined to this small world!

  However, a thousand-mile journey begins with a single step. With your current strength, entering the Azure Sky Sect is the best choice.

  Moreover, Li Hui still remembered the insult from a cultivator named Han Hao in front of the Fantian Building on that day.

  "Don't bully young people?" It was just a joke when he didn't have enough strength, but with sufficient strength, Li Hui would not let go of the person who had once given him great humiliation!

  Do things with a clear conscience and follow your heart's desire for revenge! Enduring humiliation and retreating is what cowards do!

  But Li Hui would not be blinded by this small hatred, and Han Hao was just an ant in his eyes!

  A great man should stride across the four seas, his sword shattering the heavens, and his body standing at the edge of the nine skies!

  Bì Xiāo Gate, let it be the beginning of your journey across the world!

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