The second day, on Xicheng Square.

  The day before yesterday was delayed for some time due to the registration process, and there were too many contestants yesterday, leaving only enough time for one round of competition.

  Yesterday's match ended and 436 monks advanced to the next round. Since the number of registered monks is not an integer, one monk will be exempted and advance directly to the next round.

  For such a lucky person, everyone can only sigh at how good their luck is.

  East, West, South, North and Central City districts, with only one hundred winners remaining in each district.

  And similarly, in the Western District, 436 monks will advance to the next round. After another round, there will be 218 left, and after one more round, there will be 109 monks remaining.

  In this case, eighteen monks will be drawn by lottery and then another round of competition will be held. In the end, only one hundred people are left.

  In the end, five hundred monks will be left in the five competition zones. These five hundred monks will officially become outer disciples of Bi Xiang Men.

  And the ten disciples who will become inner door disciples of Bi Xiang Men will emerge from these five hundred outer door disciples!

  Today's match at Xicheng Square will be played in three rounds.

  At this time, the eight arenas below were still crowded with people like yesterday. In addition to the 436 monks who were about to compete in the next round, many other monks had also gathered to watch the excitement. After all, in the history of Bi Xiang Men's successive opening of mountains and recruitment of disciples, it was the first time that a arena competition was adopted, which can be said to be a rare event in a hundred years.

  It was still the green-robed cultivator of the Bi Xiang Men's third generation who stood out to read out the matches and numbers of the participating cultivators for this round, after which the competition officially began.

  Comparing his own number plate, Li Hui found that today's match had changed to a different arena, no longer the one where Chang Lian Shu was the referee.

  In the first round, Li Hui was ranked 32nd and his opponent's ranking was 57th.

  At the same time eight games were played simultaneously, and soon it was Li Hui's turn.

  When Li Hui appeared on the stage, the monks under the stage were in a commotion. It seems that everyone had a deep impression of Li Hui's performance on the stage yesterday.

  Li Hui held Qing Ming sword in his left hand and stood casually on the stage, as calm and composed as he was yesterday.

  A figure flashed, a young monk of twenty-three or four appeared on the stage, standing opposite Li Hui, his eyes fixed on Li Hui with a sharp gaze.

  Li Hui's face didn't change at all, and he slightly sized up his opponent in front of him.

  A man wore a purple robe, with exquisite materials and elegant tailoring. On the left sleeve of the purple robe, an embroidery of the character "Meng" was sewn. This is the emblem of the Meng family, one of the prominent families in Ling Xiao City.

  "Down with Li Hui!" Li Hui slightly cupped his hand and reported his own name.

  "You don't need to know my name!" The purple-robed monk said indifferently, "Your journey is over!"

  Li Hui was taken aback for a moment, these young masters of the big families were indeed so arrogant! Li Hui thought of that Han Hao again and felt a thread of disgust in his heart.

  Well, in that case, let's just end it then!

  The purple-robed monk's hands were empty, but at this moment he slapped his waist with one hand, and a small black bag tied around his waist flew out a golden foot-long short sword.

  Storage bag! Flying sword of the spiritual tool! These young masters from wealthy families are really rich indeed!

  The purple-robed cultivator grasped the small sword in his hand, pouring spiritual energy into it. Amidst a flash of golden light, the small sword transformed into a three-foot-long sword! The sword tip pointed towards Li Hui.

  Li Hui still held Qing Ming sword in his left hand and stood there casually, but a sly smile floated at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he suddenly moved!

  The purple-robed monk only saw Li Hui across from him suddenly turn into a phantom and disappear, his heart immediately becoming vigilant, the long sword in his hand about to move to protect his vitals, but he only felt a shadow flash before his face, a severe pain transmitting through his wrist, unable to help but loosen his grip.

  Across from him, Li Hui's figure appeared once again, still standing there so casually, his left hand holding the Qing Ming sword, but this time his right hand was grasping a three-foot-long golden-glowing treasure sword!

  Just now Li Hui made a move, and before Qingming Sword was even unsheathed, he snatched the spiritual instrument from the purple-robed cultivator's hand!

  The Zǐ páo xiū shì was greatly shocked, with an incredulous expression on his face! But he quickly reacted, pinching the tactics in his hand to retrieve the spirit instrument that had been taken away by the opponent.

  The golden sword, having been authenticated by the Purple Robe cultivator's blood recognition, was now stimulated by the cultivator's spiritual energy. The golden sword in Li Hui's hand immediately shone brightly and trembled, wanting to break free from his grasp.

  "Hmm!" Li Hui let out a cold hum, his hand's strength increasing several times over. Without even circulating the spiritual energy within his body, the golden sword was immediately restrained as if bound by an invisible golden hoop! The sword body trembled non-stop, but its hilt was firmly grasped in Li Hui's hand, unable to move.

  The purple-robed cultivator didn't stop urging the spiritual energy within his body, his face flushed bright red, but the small sword was as if it had taken root in Li Hui's hand, not budging in the slightest.

  Li Hui's face showed no change, still standing there with ease, his left hand holding the Qing Ming sword, and his right hand holding a golden light-emitting sword that was trembling constantly. It seemed as if Li Hui was urging on the golden sword in his hand.

  After a moment, the purple-robed monk's head was already dripping with sweat, drop by drop falling onto the ground of the arena!

  Suddenly, the purple-robed monk's hand gesture was withdrawn, and the golden sword stopped trembling, quickly shrinking to a small sword about a foot long.

  "I give up!" The purple-robed cultivator gritted his teeth and said. Then he stared at Li Hui with eager eyes, to be precise, staring at the golden sword in Li Hui's hand.

  Li Hui also secretly let out a breath of relief, this time it was a bit lucky. At this moment, his right hand also felt a wave of soreness, far from the ease he appeared to be on the surface. If the purple-robed cultivator could hold on for a little while longer, he would definitely be able to retrieve the Golden Sword!

  Of course, it is under the premise that Li Hui Guang uses his physical strength and does not use the spiritual power inside his body!

  This time also took advantage of the situation, taking advantage of the Purple Robe Cultivator's unpreparedness, using an extremely fast movement to rush in front of the Purple Robe Cultivator, then using the Qing Ming sword scabbard to knock against his wrist, and quickly grasping the sword with his right hand.

  If it's a head-on confrontation, without using spiritual power, Qing Ming Sword may not be able to win if it doesn't come out of its scabbard.

  At this time, looking at the anxious appearance of the purple robe cultivator, Li Hui secretly laughed in his heart and deliberately made a calm expression.

  The purple-robed cultivator's gaze turned back to the referee at the side of the arena, only to find that he too had an expression of indifference and was watching the commotion with interest.

  "Whatever!" The purple-robed monk stamped his foot and turned to leave the stage.

  "What Daoist friend is this? Don't you want your flying sword divine artifact?" Li Hui said calmly.

  The purple-robed cultivator, who was about to step down, suddenly stiffened and quickly turned around, facing Li Hui with a fist: "Fellow Daoist Li, I am Meng Xiangning. Just now, I was rude to you. Please return my spiritual artifact."

  "Meng Dao, you've said enough. Please keep your own weapons in the future." Li Hui said calmly, and then threw that golden flying sword over.

  The purple-robed cultivator caught the golden sword and immediately stored it in his storage bag, turned around and jumped off the stage, pushing through the crowd and walking away.

  Li Hui's expression remained unchanged as he turned and walked towards the edge of the court, where he received his next match number from the referee.

  The competition on the stage continued, and the monks around Li Hui looked at him with a gaze that was different from yesterday, with a few more... fear!

  Li Hui was thinking about something else at this time. He understood in his heart that no matter whether he returned the spiritual instrument or not, Meng Xiangning would still resent him deeply. The reason for returning the spiritual instrument was that he did not want to oppose the Meng family behind Meng Xiangning.

  Li Hui is not a timid person, but also not the kind of person who lets passion replace brain matter!

  As for a small Meng Xiangning, Li Hui didn't take it to heart. There were still several rounds of competition ahead, and the farther they went, the higher the chances of encountering such aristocratic sons, if they were timid, then they might as well not compete!

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