Zhao Bolao was shocked by this sight, and while retreating rapidly, the spear in his hand bloomed with white light, stirring incessantly in the void before him.

Countless spear shadows densely packed appeared alternately before him. In an instant, wind and snow rose sharply in the void, the temperature plummeted, and an icy vortex formed by snowflakes emerged, sweeping towards Han Li as if to engulf him completely.

Han Li, however, showed no intention of stopping. His figure shot straight through, his white-light-covered arm instantly plunging into the icy vortex, emitting a dazzling light.

With a "bang," an unusual sound rang out!

The massive icy vortex shattered directly, and Han Li's figure burst through it.

The power of stars in his fist had not diminished much. He slammed a fist into Zhao Bolao's chest.

Contrary to expectations, there was no muffled sound or bone-cracking noise. Han Li felt as if he had struck a wad of cotton. His fist passed directly through Zhao Bolao's chest, going right through.

In the next moment, Zhao Bolao's chest immediately splattered with water, a large hole opening up, spilling out a great deal of fluid.

Han Li frowned. He was about to pull his arm back when the fluid in the hole enveloped his arm, emitting a powerful tearing force that prevented him from withdrawing.

Then, Zhao Bolao, whose chest was pierced, suddenly liquefied, transforming into a transparent water person. His body, soft and boneless, wrapped around him, immobilizing him like a layer of glue.

At the same time, on the ice surface on the other side, a blue light appeared, and another figure of Zhao Bolao re-emerged.

"So, the one I've been fighting is the domain spirit all along. That's quite unexpected," Han Li murmured.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Chang, sorry, you're about to be eliminated." After Zhao Bolao spoke, he made a sudden grabbing motion with both hands.

The snowflake patterns on the surrounding spiritual domain suddenly intensified, and countless dense snow blade shot out from them, surging towards Han Li. The entire martial arts stage was instantly filled with howling winds, completely obscured by ice and snow, making it impossible to see anything.

On the ring-shaped stone platform, Zhou Xianyang watched in astonishment, while Zhao Yuanlai on the side had a look of smugness. As for the others, their attention was mostly focused on Sikong Jian's fight, apart from those who were concerned about their own participants.

"Sect Leader Zhou, alas, we must determine a winner or loser in a competition. I apologize for offending you this time," Zhao Yuanlai said to Zhou Xianyang, overjoyed as he saw that his plan was succeeding.

"It shouldn't be... Could this person only possess this much strength?" Zhou Xianyang muttered to himself, puzzled.

Before he could finish speaking, on the "Si" character platform, a bright white light suddenly shone, transforming into a huge vortex of white light that exploded with a bang.

The icy spiritual domain covering the martial arts stage also shattered, and large swaths of wind and snow roared out, sweeping in all directions.

The surrounding crowd felt the wind and snow hitting their faces, and the temperature between heaven and earth also dropped rapidly. Those with slightly weaker cultivation levels were trembling all over, their teeth chattering, and they hurriedly activated their cultivation techniques to protect themselves.

When the wind and snow dissipated, the crowd couldn't help but focus their attention on the "Si" character platform, only to see Zhao Bolao lying unconscious on the ground, while Chang Qi of the Xianshan Sect was still standing beside him.

However, at this moment, he looked a little pale, his lips were slightly purplish, and the sleeves of his arms were torn, indicating that he had won a pyrrhic victory.

Seeing this, Zhou Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned his head to look at Zhao Yuanlai again, he found that the latter's face was ashen, and he no longer had the smug look of self-satisfaction he had had before.

"In a competition, it is inevitable to determine a winner or loser. This time, Junior Brother Chang was fortunate enough to win. Offense, offense..." Zhou Xianyang cupped his fist slightly and said with a smile.

Zhao Yuanlai's mouth twitched a few times, but in the end, he said nothing and simply nodded.

Just as the crowd was wondering how the "Si" character platform had suddenly determined a winner, the "Wu" character platform on the other side had already determined a victor. The person fighting Sikong Jian was kicked off the martial arts stage, his body half-destroyed.

Sikong Jian, hundreds of feet away, met Han Li's gaze from afar, his eyes full of provocation.

At this time, Han Li seemed to be ragged and tattered, but it was all an act. At this moment, meeting Sikong Jian's gaze, a flash of cold light flickered in his eyes, which surprised Sikong Jian greatly, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

Not long after, the other martial arts stages also determined their winners, and new battles began to be staged again.

Han Li's fight for the day had come to an end. The second round of competition would begin the next day. He did not return to the ring-shaped stone platform, but went straight back to the Xianshan Manor.

After returning to his residence, he immediately opened the Flower Branch Grotto-Heaven and went inside to check.

Ti Hun was still helping Lan Yuanzi nourish his soul, while Qu Lin seemed to have been in seclusion all the time. He also kept his promise to Han Li, never leaving the bamboo building next to the spiritual medicine garden.

One day later.

The second round of competition resumed. After some drawing of lots, Han Li drew Chu Zhong, the Law Enforcement Elder of the Wushang Sect.

The Xianshan Sect had not been able to gather much information about this person, because as the Law Enforcement Elder of the Wushang Sect, he rarely had the opportunity to travel down the mountain to display his cultivation. He had basically been cultivating within the Wushang Sect.

Han Li only knew that this person cultivated the power of the earth attribute laws and that his cultivation was a notch higher than the previous Zhao Bolao. He was an Early Great Luo cultivator.

After the presiding elder announced the battle situation, Han Li took the lead and stepped onto the "Chou" character martial arts platform. Elder Chu Zhong was a little later than him, and flew to the opposite side.

Han Li's gaze swept over, and he saw that this person had snow-white hair, a dark complexion, and an ordinary build. He was even slightly shorter than the average person. He wore a short-sleeved garment, with both sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of dark arm. He looked no different from a martial artist down the mountain.

His posture was very special, his back slightly arched, and his arms hanging down in front of him. He looked like an old ape in the mountains, with a bit of a twilight aura.

However, Han Li noticed that his eyes were glowing with a faint golden luster. His outer form resembled dead wood, but his inner spirit was complete. He had a higher opinion of this person in his heart.

On the ring-shaped stone platform, Zhou Xianyang was still sitting in his original position. Zhao Yuanlai, the Lord of Wuji Mountain, who had lost the opportunity to compete for the Bodhi Token, was also sitting beside him. Both of them looked as usual, as if they did not mind what had happened yesterday.

"Sect Leader Zhou, do you recognize this Elder Chu Zhong?" Zhao Yuanlai asked, looking at the old man on the martial arts stage.

"The Wushang Sect has always had no dealings with our Xianshan Sect. This Elder Chu Zhong rarely goes out of the mountain, so I have only heard of his name and have not been able to get to know him. Does Mountain Lord Zhao mean that he recognizes this person?" Zhou Xianyang asked.

"I had an intersection with him in my early years, but it wasn't a pleasant one, hehe... He's not an easy person to deal with. In my opinion, among all the people selected for this selection competition, apart from Sikong Jian, he is the most difficult to deal with," Zhao Yuanlai said.

Hearing this, Zhou Xianyang laughed inwardly, and only then did he realize that Zhao Yuanlai was planning to watch the Xianshan Sect make a fool of themselves today.

"Then Junior Brother Chang's luck is really bad. Yesterday, he was lucky enough to win against your sect's Fellow Daoist Zhao Bolao, and today he ran into such a difficult opponent. It seems that he will have to be more serious," Zhou Xianyang said without changing his expression.

The implication of his words was that Han Li was not serious in yesterday's battle, and he had won Zhao Bolao casually.

Zhao Yuanlai's heart was filled with anger, but he could not express it. His cheeks were flushed, and after a long time, he said, "Then let's just wait and see Fellow Daoist Chang's wonderful performance."

In fact, after returning yesterday, he had asked Zhao Bolao why he had lost to Chang Qi. He originally thought that Chang Qi had hidden some trump cards or used some dishonorable means.

But after some questioning, Zhao Bolao himself could not explain why he had lost. He only said that "Chang Qi" suddenly burst out with a powerful force that far exceeded the limit he could withstand, and then he was knocked unconscious by his punch.

While the two of them were talking, the fight on the stage had already begun.

After Han Li bowed to Chu Zhong, he did not counterattack like yesterday, but took the lead and attacked. He shook his arms, and his body made a bang, and his figure instantly flashed behind the white-haired old man.

He delivered a punch, and white light exploded on the end of the fist, the sound like thunder.

Zhao Yuanlai, who was just thinking about watching the excitement, was also shocked by this scene.

Such speed, such power, had not been displayed at all yesterday.

Chu Zhong seemed to be shocked by Han Li's sudden attack. For a time, he was frozen in place, without any movement.

However, just as Han Li's punch was about to hit his back, a black light suddenly rose from the ground, and a black stone wall suddenly rose from the ground, separating Han Li and hitting his arm.

This timing was very clever. It did not use the stone wall to forcibly confront Han Li, but at the same time, it used the stone wall to hit Han Li's armpit, killing two birds with one stone.

Han Li's punch missed, and he was hit into the air by the stone wall. Before he could stabilize his figure, Chu Zhong's figure had already chased after him, and he punched towards his back without any fancy moves.

A circle of black light covered his fist, and it suddenly exploded the moment it landed on Han Li's back.

Han Li only felt that the void behind him suddenly solidified, and an extremely heavy force pressed down, causing his figure to fall straight down, heavily falling on the martial arts stage.

The martial arts stage, which had been blessed by a special magic circle, shook violently, and Han Li's feet were like steel knives, plunging straight into the ground. Cracks that were shocking to the eye suddenly appeared on the stone platform.

Then, Chu Zhong, who looked like an old ape, soared high into the air, and crashed straight down towards Han Li with the force of Mount Tai pressing down.

His legs were slightly bent, and his entire body was covered with that layer of strange black light.

Han Li's heart shuddered, and he only felt that the void above the sky seemed to be frozen into a single piece, with an unspeakable force of oppression falling down. The void around him seemed to be solidified, and it became extremely difficult to move, making it impossible to avoid this blow.

"Drink..."

Han Li let out an explosive roar, and more than nine hundred profound acupoints on his body lit up at the same time. He raised his arms violently, used the Great Strength Vajra Art to operate the power of stars in his body, and raised his palms flat in a sky-supporting posture.

The white light in his palms surged, as if opening up a starry sky light curtain, and collided with Chu Zhong, who was falling down.

The black and white light exploded suddenly at the line of convergence.

The surrounding heaven and earth shook violently, and rolling air waves swept out wildly, instantly sweeping in all directions.

The surrounding crowd was shocked by this sudden attack and looked towards this side. However, they saw that only black and white light remained on the "Chou" character platform, and the figures of the fighting parties were also submerged in it, making it impossible to see clearly.