Two hours later, today's first round of competition ended, and 218 monks advanced to the next round.

  In the second round, Li Hui's serial number was thirty-two, and he was scheduled for the seventeenth session.

  Standing on the stage, Li Hui still held his sword in his left hand and stood there casually.

  All the monks watching from under the stage were focused on Li Hui, all waiting for his next move.

  Yesterday's match, after hiding for half a day, kicked the opponent down from the iron tower with one foot. Today's first round, however, was to take the initiative, and as soon as he made his move, he snatched the opponent's spiritual instrument!

  The Qingming sword in his hand had become a mere decoration, and at this moment, all the cultivators were guessing who could make Li Hui draw his sword.

  A figure flashed by, and a monk wearing an earth-yellow Taoist robe appeared on the stage under everyone's expectant gaze.

  "Shi Song!" The monks in the audience exclaimed, and then a look of excitement appeared on everyone's face!

  This Taoist priest, named Shi Song, was about thirty years old. He held a long sword in his hand and his swordsmanship was so divine that it seemed to be possessed by the gods. In the first two rounds of the competition, he also performed magnificently, effortlessly defeating his opponents and emerging victorious.

  This Shi Song's match, Li Hui also watched, swordsmanship is indeed good, but compared to himself... still not enough.

  Li Hui

  "Shisō"

  The two people each made a polite gesture with their hands and then stopped talking, staring intently at each other.

  "Whoa!"

  Shi Song drew his long sword from its scabbard. The sword was narrow and long, shining like autumn water, with a chilling aura that oppressed people.

  "Good sword!" Li Hui couldn't help but praise.

  "Draw your sword!"

  Shi Song said coldly.

  Li Hui just smiled and stood still, with the Qing Ming sword still in his left hand, looking at Shi Song.

  "Hiss!"

  But Shi Song couldn't bear it and struck first with his sword.

  This sword was as swift as lightning, both accurate and ruthless. The chill had arrived before the sword did, and Li Hui felt a faint stinging pain on his cheeks.

  The sword arrived in an instant, and just as it was about to pierce Li Hui's throat, Li Hui slightly shifted his body, and the sword passed by his neck.

  Shi Song Dao Ren had also seen Li Hui's ghostly movements before, and knew it was impossible to achieve a single stroke of success. Seeing Li Hui dodge this sword, the sword turned into a slash, slashing horizontally over.

  Jian walked lightly, Shi Songdao's long sword was narrow and long, this sword changed its moves quickly, Li Hui had already dodged to the point of having nowhere to hide.

  At this moment, Li Hui's body suddenly seemed to be folded in half, and he fell backwards onto the ground.

  Shi Song Daoren's sword sliced through the air once more, attempting to change its trajectory and slash at Li Hui instead. However, after two consecutive changes in movement, his momentum had already dissipated, causing this strike to be slower than before.

  At this time, Li Hui still maintained his body's backward leaning posture unchanged, and with a slight movement of his feet, he slid backwards like an eel. By the time Li Hui straightened up, he was already out of reach of Shi Songdao's long sword.

  Standing upright, Li Hui still held his sword in his left hand, smiling as he looked at Shi Songdao.

  Shi Song Daoren coldly laughed: "You're just relying on your quick movements to dodge and weave, in that case, I won't hold back either."

  The long sword returned to its scabbard, and Shi Songdao hung it at his waist. His right hand's index finger and thumb pinched together, then snapped forward, shooting a fireball towards Li Hui like a meteor.

  This Shisong Dao person actually still knows this one-handed fireball technique!

  This fireball, Li Hui easily dodged, but at this time Shi Song Dao Ren was with both hands up, ten fingers together, and the fireballs flew towards Li Hui one after another, and the direction of the fireballs was to seal off all of Li Hui's retreat routes.

  This fireball technique is the killer move of Shi Song Dao Ren! It had never been used before, but suddenly appeared at this moment. For a time, Li Hui's body was surrounded by a wall of flames on all sides.

  At this time, Li Hui's figure suddenly became blurred, like a wisp of green smoke twisting left and right, and all the fireballs shot into empty space.

  Shi Song Daoren saw Li Hui use that strange body method again, and the fireballs shot out even more crazily. After this round of fireballs was finished, his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the longsword.

  At this moment, Li Hui's figure suddenly appeared in front of Shi Songdao, his right hand stretched out and pressed down on Shi Songdao's right hand that was drawing the sword, his left knee flew up and landed on Shi Songdao's abdomen, Shi Songdao let out a miserable cry, his body bent into a shrimp-like shape, flying towards the stage below.

  "Pong!" Shi Song Dao Ren heavily fell to the ground.

  "I admit defeat!" Li Hui still stood quietly on the stage, his left hand holding the Qing Ming sword, and said calmly.

  The audience is silent, and the sparrows have stopped chirping!

  Too strong! This is the only feeling in everyone's heart!

  Everyone under the stage was secretly measuring, if they themselves were against Shi Song Dao Ren, what would be the outcome! The conclusion is that most people think they have no chance of winning under Shi Song Dao Ren's sword! A small number of people feel that even if they can withstand Shi Song Dao Ren's long sword, they will definitely not be able to dodge the fireball shot from behind!

  Li Hui still won with ease and simplicity. The long sword remained sheathed!

  If they knew that Li Hui had just faced Shi Songdao, even without using the Qing Ming sword, he could still defeat him with one move, I wonder what kind of feeling would be in their hearts.

  Li Hui rarely saw a master of swordsmanship, so he wanted to see what level the swordsmanship of Shi Song Dao Ren had reached, and that's why he let him show off.

  After watching Shi Song Dao Ren's swordsmanship, Li Hui's evaluation was only two words: "Too weak!" Li Hui's swordsmanship had already reached the level of starting to cultivate the "Yu Jian Pian" from simple to complex thirty-six swords. As for the ordinary swordsmanship left by Yuan Huan Zhen Ren, he had already mastered them all.

  The sword that seemed to be the most fierce and powerful in Shi Song's hands, in Li Hui's eyes not only had a hundred flaws, was stiff and lacking in variation, but also from the perspective of speed and power, it was far from enough.

  With a single sword, if Li Hui had stabbed it out, Shi Song Dao Ren would have been a dead man by now!

  After receiving his new serial number plate, Li Hui walked down from the stage and quietly waited for all the matches in this round to end.

  This round of competition ended, leaving 109 monks. Then, randomly select 18 people from the remaining 109 to compete, eliminate 9 people, and finally leave 100 people who can become outer disciples of Bi Xiang Men.

  Two hours later.

  A disciple of the third generation of Qingyuan Gate stepped forward and announced: "The entrance examination of Qingyuan Gate in Xicheng District has come to an end, with a total of 100 cultivators winning and becoming outer disciples of our sect. All winners will register at Lingxiao City Central Square tomorrow at Chen time.

  This time, there are ten places available to become an inner door disciple. All winners can sign up for the inner door competition, or choose to give up.

  The final ten winners will become inner disciples of the sect. The rest will become outer disciples of the sect. If you don't arrive before noon, it will be considered as giving up on joining the sect. Everyone go and make your preparations."

  He finished speaking and retreated behind the back of the cultivator who was building the foundation at the One Clear Heaven Gate.

  At this time, the long-bearded old man who was in charge of the foundation-building monks waved his sleeve, and a small green flying boat appeared in front of him. Then, a strong green light burst forth, and the green flying boat grew with the wind, instantly transforming into a huge boat that was several meters wide and ten meters long!

  All the disciples of Bi Xiang Men stepped onto the flying boat, but they didn't feel crowded at all. The old man with a long beard struck out a spell, and the blue flying boat shook slightly before shooting up into the sky, heading straight for the main gate of Bi Xiang Men Mountain in the far north.

  All the cultivators present let out a burst of exclamations, their eyes revealing a look of yearning!

  "One day, I will ride a sword to the clouds and reach the ninth heaven!" Li Hui said silently to himself as he watched the flying boat disappear into the horizon.

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