&1t;!--The chapter content begins->According to the rules of the ring competition, once a monk chooses one of the five rings, he must persist in this ring. Only by winning ten games and six games on the same ring can he be considered to pass the competition.

Of course, if someone fails to pass a certain ring, or thinks that this group of monks are too strong and want to withdraw from the middle, then they can switch to another ring to compete. The price is to pay another fifty spirit stones and receive a new token. If you win ten games and six games in this way, Huayang Sect will also admit the results.

In this way, there is a registration office below the five arenas. Luo Ningxin observed the five long registration teams and felt that the proportion of monks on the ten, eleven and twelve levels in each team was close, and it seemed that the registration was about the same wherever they were registered. So Luo Ningxin chose the "B" ring and lined up to register.

In front of Luo Ningxin were two young and beautiful female cultivators. One seemed to be in his twenties and the other seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with very close appearances, and seemed to be a pair of sisters. And outside the team, next to them, there were two mortal girls who looked like servants, who seemed to be the maids of the two women.

The female cultivator with a slightly longer appearance was eleventh level of cultivation. She wore a light green skirt and two golden hairpins on her head. The two golden hairpins were obviously secular, so that's fine. The skirt was light and soft, with shimmering waves, and a faint light of inspiration on it. If Luo Ningxin was not wrong, the skirt was probably made of famous high-quality clothing materials.

The fabric of Liuyunjin is very popular among female cultivators. The dresses made of it range from about 200 to 300 spirit stones, which vary depending on the complexity of the style and the luster and softness of the fabric. The characteristic of this fabric is that it looks ethereal and beautiful, and looks very fairy-like, which can highlight the peerless posture of female cultivators. The disadvantage is that its defense performance is poor, far less than that of Luo Ningxin's robes made of crystal snow silk.

The younger female cultivator also wore a skirt made of Liuyunjin, which was light red in color, with a golden hairpin and a jade hairpin on her head. The cultivation level of this female cultivator is ten levels, and she is considered the bottom among the monks queuing up.

I heard my sister line up and said to her sister: "Oh, how great would it be if our Jin family could also rely on Huayang Sect. In this way, we can be accepted as disciples by Huayang Sect as soon as we are born, instead of signing up for some competition here..."

The sister sighed slightly, "You can't think so much about people than people! It is said that all families must have seniors in Huayang Sect, and at least they must be seniors in the middle stage of foundation building. Alas, it's useless to think about these things now. All we can do is to do our best to participate in the competition and strive to enter Huayang Sect both!"

The sister said, "My sister is at the eleventh level of cultivation and has a fight on the arena, and my tenth level of cultivation is not at the bottom! My father is really, it would be fine to ask my sister to come over for the competition, but he insisted on letting me come over together! Sister, is it really okay if I have the magic circle to protect me? I am very worried. What if I shout that I can't admit defeat in time and I'm beaten up?"

"It doesn't matter!" the sister comforted her, "If you shout to admit defeat in time, you should be transmitted in time. And if the opponent is too strong, you can take the initiative to leave the magic circle. Whether you are knocked out of the magic circle or automatically leave the magic circle, it is considered a loss."

"Yeah!" said the young female cultivator, "Sister, work hard! I will do my best! Xiaoyu, the honey lily dew comes, and I am thirsty!"

Immediately, a mortal girl of fifteen or sixteen years old took out a can of things from the basket and handed them to the female cultivator obediently, saying, "Miss Jiu, please drink sugar water."

Then, the sister continued to chatter and talk to her sister. Perhaps it was because the family Zubai was in love with the older brothers and younger brothers in the family. As a result, none of them had reached the eleventh level of Qi Refining. The only seventh level of Qi Refining was cultivated to the same 10th level of Qi Refining as her. The family Zu was reluctant to let him come and sign up. He was afraid that he would not admit defeat in time on the ring and was beaten to others. He was really partial. He was only worried that Qi Brother would be injured, so he would not be worried that she would be injured!

The sister was more stable in comparison. During this period, she kept sighing slightly, and occasionally persuaded her sister to say a few words.

The monk behind Luo Ningxin was a male cultivator who was over thirty years old, and he was also at the eleventh level of Qi Refining Stage. The male cultivator was tall, with a thick and black face, strong arms, and carrying an axe in his hand. The male cultivator seemed to be coming alone. Since he stood behind Luo Ningxin, he frowned and said nothing.

When the two young female cultivators in front of Luo Ningxin were talking, the sister would often look back at her sister. But when the sister turned around, she would accidentally see the male cultivator. Every time she saw this male cultivator, the sister would look both contempt and scared, and tried her best to avoid him.

To be honest, Luo Ningxin didn't want to stand with such a tall and big male cultivator. But since she was queuing up, there was no way. Luo Ningxin only hoped that this person would remain in this state until she got the token and left.

When the number of applicants in the "B" ring has accumulated twenty people, the lottery competition will start. Each person corresponds to a number, and the two sides of the battle will randomly draw lots on the registration list.

Each person's token records the number of competitions and the results of the competition. Anyone who wins ten games and wins six games will automatically turn green; if five games are lost, the token will turn red. Whether the token turns red or green, the person's number will automatically disappear in the lottery list.

So Luo Ningxin was still queuing up to pay the fee. When he received the token, the competition had already started on the ring.

At this time, there was a thin, small, and seemingly only fifteen or sixteen years old on the ring. He fought against a tall, twelve-level cultivator with a look of hostility. The twelve-level cultivator first took advantage of the boy's unpreparedness and used the entanglement technique to tie his feet, then raised a broad sword and slashed at the boy's head.

The monk's moves are so strong that he is as fast as thunder. The boy was scared or something, but he was stunned in place. He didn't know how to defend or admit defeat. He was split into two halves by the twelve-level monk in one encounter. Blood splattered on the spot and died!

Looking at the tragic situation on the ring, Luo Ningxin shook her head repeatedly and sighed inwardly that the young man might have no experience in fighting, so he came to the competition, so he didn't know how to face the danger. It was really pitiful!

The younger female cultivator in front was so scared that she looked pale. She grabbed her sister's clothes in horror and stammered: "Sister... sister... didn't you say... you won't die? Why... will you die?"

The sister's face was also very ugly, and she murmured: "It doesn't matter... remember... just shout to admit defeat..."
Chapter completed!