On the second day, on the West Side Square.

The day before, there was a delay because there was a registration session, and there were too many people in yesterday's competition, and the remaining time was only enough for one round of competition.

Yesterday's tournament ended with four hundred and thirty-six monks advancing to the next round. Since the number of monks who sign up is not an integer, one monk will have a bye and go directly to the next round.

For such lucky people, everyone can only sigh that the other party's luck is too good.

East, West, South, North, and City Center, each of which can only have 100 winners left.

And similar to the case in Xicheng District, if there are four hundred and thirty-six monks entering the next round, then one more round will leave two hundred and eighteen monks, and one more round will be one hundred and nine monks.

In this case, eighteen monks will be drawn by lot, and another round of competition will be held. In the end, only a hundred remained.

In the end, there will be a total of 500 monks left in the five divisions. These five hundred monks will officially become the outer disciples of Bixiao Sect.

And the ten monks who became the inner disciples of the Bixiao Sect will be produced among these five hundred outer disciples!

In this way, today's Xicheng Square game TV will have three rounds of matches.

At this time, the eight rings were still as crowded as yesterday, and in addition to the 436 monks who were going to play the next round, many monks who had come to see the excitement had gathered. After all, in the history of Bixiaomen's previous opening and accepting disciples, it is the first time to take the way of winning in the ring, which can be said to be a rare event in a century.

Yesterday, the green-shirted monk of the third generation of disciples of Bixiaomen stood up and read out the number of the matches in this round and the serial numbers of the monks participating in the duel, and the game officially began.

After checking his number plate, Li Hui found that today's game was a different ring, and it was no longer the ring where the long-faced monk was the referee.

In the first round of the competition, Li Hui ranked in the 32nd game, and the opponent's serial number was 57.

At the same time, eight matches were played at the same time, and soon it was Li Hui's turn to play.

When Li Hui appeared in the ring, there was a commotion among the monks under the ring. It seems that everyone is quite impressed by Li Hui's performance on stage yesterday.

Li Hui held the Qingying Sword in his left hand and stood in the ring casually, as calm as yesterday.

As soon as the figure flashed, a young monk of about twenty-three or four years old appeared in the ring, standing opposite Li Hui, staring at Li Hui with a fierce gaze in his eyes.

Li Hui's face did not change, and he slightly looked at the opponent in front of him.

The visitor was wearing a purple robe, which was made of exquisite materials and cut appropriately. On the left sleeve of the purple robe, the word "Meng" is embroidered. This is the symbol of the Meng family, the big family of Lingxiao City.

"Under Li Hui!" Li Hui bowed his hand slightly and reported his name.

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

Li Hui was stunned for a moment, these children of the big family are really so crazy! Li Hui thought of that Han Hao again, and a trace of disgust rose in his heart.

If that's the case, let's put an end to it!

The purple-robed monk's hand was empty, but at this time, he reached out and patted it on his waist, and a small golden sword flew out of a small black bag tied around his waist.

Storage Bag!Spirit Weapon Flying Sword!These children of the family are really rich!

The purple-robed monk grabbed the small sword in his hand, and the spiritual power was injected into the small sword, and in a burst of golden light, the small sword turned into a three-foot long sword!

Li Hui was still holding the Qing Ying Sword in his left hand, standing there casually, but a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly moved at this time!

The purple-robed monk only saw Li Hui on the opposite side suddenly turn into a phantom and disappear, and his heart immediately became vigilant, and the long sword in his hand was about to swing to protect the vital point, only to feel a figure in front of him flicker, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

Li Hui's figure on the opposite side reappeared, still standing casually like that, holding the Qingying Sword in his left hand, but at this time, he was holding a three-foot-long sword with golden light in his right hand!

It turned out that Li Hui had just taken a look at him, and the Qingying Sword had not been unsheathed, so he snatched the spiritual weapon from the purple-robed monk's hand!

The purple-robed monk was taken aback, and an incredible look appeared on his face! But he quickly reacted, and pinched the trick in his hand to take back the spirit weapon that had been taken away by the other party.

The golden sword passed through the blood of the purple-robed monk to recognize the master, and at this time, the purple-robed monk's spiritual power urged, and the golden sword in Li Hui's hand immediately became golden and bright, trembling and trying to break free from Li Hui's hand.

"Hmph!" Li Hui snorted coldly, the power in his hand increased several times, and even the spiritual power in his body did not work, and the golden sword immediately seemed to be caught by a golden hoop! The sword body couldn't help trembling, but the hilt of the sword was firmly grasped by Li Hui in his hand, and he couldn't move.

The purple-robed monk couldn't help but urge the spiritual power in his body, and his face turned red, but the little sword was as if it had taken root in Li Hui's hands, and it was unwavering.

Li Hui didn't see any change on his face, and he still stood there relaxed as usual, holding the Green Immortal Sword in his left hand and a sword with a golden light in his right hand that trembled. It feels like Li Hui is urging the golden sword in his hand.

After a quarter of an hour, beads of sweat were already rolling on the purple-robed monk's head, falling on the ground of the ring!

Suddenly, as soon as the magic trick in the purple-robed monk's hand was collected, the golden sword stopped trembling, and quickly became smaller into a small sword with a length of a few feet.

"I admit defeat!" said the purple-robed monk through gritted teeth. Then he looked at Li Hui with a blank eye, to be precise, at the golden sword in Li Hui's hand.

Li Hui also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this time it was a little bigger, and at this time his right hand also felt a soreness, far less relaxed than what he saw on the surface. If the purple-robed monk can hold on for a little longer, he will definitely be able to take the golden sword back!

Of course, it is on the premise that Li Huiguang uses the strength of his body and does not use the spiritual power in his body!

This time it was also a trick, taking advantage of the fact that the purple-robed monk was still not on guard, he rushed to the purple-robed monk with an extremely fast body, and then knocked on his wrist with the green sword scabbard, and took the opportunity to take the sword with his right hand.

If it is a head-to-head confrontation, on the premise of not using spiritual power, it may be difficult to win without the unsheathed sword of the Qing Ying Sword.

At this time, looking at the anxious appearance of the purple-robed monk, Li Hui secretly laughed in his heart, and deliberately made an indifferent appearance.

The purple-robed monk looked at the referee on the sidelines again, but found that the other party also had an indifferent and optimistic expression.

"That's it!" the purple-robed monk stomped his foot, turned around and was about to step down.

"What kind of fellow Daoist is you, don't want the spirit weapon flying sword?" Li Hui said lightly

The purple-robed monk's body that was about to step down suddenly froze, and then he quickly turned around, hugged his fists at Li Hui and said, "Li Daoyou, in Xia Meng Xiangning, I was rude in Xia just now, and I also asked Li Daoyou to return the spiritual weapon under Xia." ”

Meng Daoyou said seriously, please put away your weapons in the future. Li Hui said lightly, and then threw the golden flying sword over.

The purple-robed monk caught the golden sword, immediately put it in a storage bag, turned around and jumped out of the ring, and walked out through the crowd.

Li Hui looked as usual, turned around and walked to the sidelines, and received his next round number plate from the referee.

The game on the stage continued, and the monks around Li Hui in the audience looked at Li Hui, but it was a little different from yesterday...... Fear!

Li Hui was thinking about something else in his mind at this time. He knew in his heart that no matter whether he returned the spirit weapon or not, this Meng Xiangning would deeply resent himself. The reason why he returned this spiritual weapon was because he didn't want to go against the Meng family behind Meng Xiangning.

Li Hui is not a cowardly person, but he is not the kind of person who replaces brains with blood!

As for the little Meng Xiangning, Li Hui didn't care about it. There are several rounds of competition in the future, and the more you go to the back, the greater the chance of encountering this kind of family child, if you are timid, then don't compare at all!

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I woke up early in the morning to update it, but the power went out...... Speechless, sorry to keep friends who care about this book waiting for a long time. Continue to ask for collections and red tickets. Two shifts per day.