In front of each of the eight rings, there was a monk in the foundation building period of the Bixiao Gate wearing a yellow robe. Directly north of the ring, a high stand was erected, and three Bixiaomen foundation building monks sat in the middle of the stand, and behind them were a group of three generations of Bixiaomen disciples dressed in green shirts.

A gong sounded, and among the three foundation building monks in the stands, a monk with a thin face and a long beard under his chin rose into the air and stood in the air above the monks who were about to participate in the entrance competition. Standing in the wind, his clothes fluttering, he really has a bit of fairy wind bones.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the long-bearded monk exuded a burst of coercion, and many monks in the audience immediately felt that their breathing was heavy, and their bodies were like a thousand catties of burden, and some of the lower cultivators' legs began to tremble.

The spiritual power in Li Hui's body quickly counteracted this sense of oppression. His eyes scanned the surroundings and found that several of the monks had also quickly gotten rid of this coercion, but not as easily as Li Hui.

At this time, the long-bearded monk in mid-air spoke: "The old man is presiding over the entrance competition of this competition on behalf of Bixiao Gate. There are several rules for this competition:

First, no human life shall be harmed. The purpose of this introductory competition is to select disciples with outstanding qualifications and strength for this sect, not a vengeance fight, and no one can take the other party's life if the other party admits defeat.

Second, no talismans shall be used. This competition is about qualification and strength, not wealth.

Third, at the end of each competition, the winners receive a new serial number plate from the referee in front of their respective rings and wait to participate in the next round of the competition.

If someone violates the regulations, especially the first two, they will be directly disqualified from the competition and expelled from Lingxiao City!"

Originally, when the long-bearded monk opened his mouth to speak, he had already put away the coercion on his body, and when he said the last sentence "Expelled from Lingxiao City", it was suddenly released, and it increased several times, and several monks in the audience who were not cultivated enough were immediately pressed to the ground.

However, at this time, no one bothered to laugh at them, and they were all working hard to use their spiritual power to resist this coercion.

Seeing the reaction of the people below, the long-bearded monk put away his coercion and said, "The competition begins!" and flew back to his seat.

In eight rings, sixteen monks from the first game took the field.

In the ring near Li Hui, the referee was actually the long-faced monk who registered Li Hui, and the monk who came on the field actually had an acquaintance - the mighty man with a big voice and beard who met in the restaurant. The opponent of the bearded man was a young man with a white face, a scarf on his head, a white shirt, and a folding fan in his hand, just like the prince of the world.

The bearded man held a large gold-wire ring knife in both hands, a weapon that matched his own. Seeing the opponent coming to the stage, he lifted the knife upside down with one hand, and saluted with his fists like a worldly Jianghu: "My name is Qin Gang, if you can't beat me for a while, just say it, so as not to hurt you by mistake." The voice was still as loud as a bell, and it seemed sincere.

There was laughter under the ring, and the young man shaking the folding fan turned even paler, and as soon as the folding fan was closed, he said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, or Your Excellency be more careful." ”

That Qin Gang raised the big knife with both hands and shouted, like thunder, there was a faint golden light on the knife, and it slashed down at the head of the young man in white.

The young man in white looked at the ferocity of this knife, his body quickly retreated, and at the same time, the folding fan in his hand opened and glowed with white light, spun and flew out, slashing directly towards Qin Gang's neck!

This folding fan turned out to be a low-grade spiritual weapon!

Although the Qi Refining Period cultivator can't fly with a weapon, he can also urge the spirit weapon to hurt the enemy within three zhang!

At this time, the young man in white had already left Qin Gang's attack range, and he pinched his hands and commanded the folding fan to attack Qin Gang.

That Qin Gang seemed to be passive at this time, and he danced with a big sword with both hands, constantly defusing the attack of the folding fan.

At this time, everyone in the audience was staring at the changes in the situation on the field, and no one expected that the first game would be so exciting, and there would be a spiritual weapon. And the big knife in Qin Gang's hand was obviously not ordinary, and it collided with the folding fan many times without any damage.

Li Hui was secretly estimating the strength of these two people in his heart, this young man in white looked extremely attractive at this time, but he couldn't help Qin Gang. And this Qin Gang, a big knife dance is not leaky, every knife has hidden changes, and it looks like he was born in the rivers and lakes, using the sword technique of secular martial arts. One person has the power of weapons, and the other has rich experience in fighting, and the number of victories and defeats is still two.

On the stage, the young man in white was secretly anxious at this time, this time he participated in the Bixiao Gate entrance competition, and the family specially gave him a low-grade spiritual weapon, thinking that he could easily take down the opponent. I didn't expect the other party to be so difficult.

And driving the spiritual weapon to face the enemy in the air, it looks extremely majestic, but in fact, it is extremely spiritually consuming, if you can't take down the opponent as soon as possible, once your spiritual power is exhausted, then you have to be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, the magic trick in the hands of the white-clothed young man changed, and the folding fan that was fighting with Qin Gang suddenly became white, and the fan surface grew to three feet wide, and one hovered towards Qin Gang to kill.

That Qin Gang saw that the folding fan was fierce, and he shouted loudly, and the spiritual power was also wildly injected into the big knife in his hand, and the golden light on the big knife was even stronger, and he slashed obliquely at the rotating flying folding fan.

This knife is extremely sharp, the big knife and the folding fan are in harmony, the sound of gold and iron "ding" sounds, and the flying folding fan is actually split by the big knife and flies away obliquely. And a triangular opening was also made on the blade of the broadsword.

Seeing this, the young man in white hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands, stabilized the folding fan that was almost out of control, and slashed it off the back of Qin Gang's head in a whirlwind.

Qin Gang seemed to completely ignore the danger behind him, and stepped forward with great speed, and the big knife in his hand slashed straight at the head of the white-clothed young man.

The young man in white was still concentrating on controlling the folding fan, but he didn't expect Qin Gang to take himself straight regardless of the danger. At this time, it was too late to retreat, and his weapon was still flying in the air, and he was at a loss for a while, seeing that the big knife was about to split his head, he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, the monk who was sitting on the side of the ring as a referee suddenly flew out, and everyone in the audience felt that a long-faced yellow-robed monk was holding a folding fan in his hand and had blocked the big knife that was about to fall.

It turned out that at this moment, the long-faced monk suddenly made a move, grabbed the folding fan that was flying and slashed towards the back of Qin Gang's head, and then used the folding fan to slash the big knife master who was about to slash at the white-clothed youth.

The young man in white opened his eyes and found a long-faced monk with a gloomy face staring at him, and when he saw him open his eyes, he handed over a folding fan that had been closed: "You lost!"

The young man in white, whose face was originally bloodless with fright, was flushed at this time, and he took the folding fan and turned around to step down.

"If you can't, remember to shout and admit defeat. The long-faced monk said this coldly, and in a flash his figure returned to his seat.

There was a cheer from the audience, and I don't know whether to give it to this wonderful game, or to the long-faced foundation monk.

On the contrary, it was Qin Gang, who clenched his fists with a smile on his face and said to the white-clothed monk: "Accept and accept!" Then he turned around and waved to the audience, laughing non-stop.

The white-clothed young man walked off the stage with his head bowed with a flushed face, and at this time the long-faced monk said coldly: "Next!" Qin Gang, who was waving his hand, hurriedly jumped off the stage, just looking for his friend to say a few words, but under the reminder of his friend, he hurriedly ran to the long-faced monk to receive his license plate for the next round of competition.

At the same time, the other seven rings were also decided, and the match continued.

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