&1t;!--The chapter content begins->Luo Ningxin's second competition was evenly matched. Although one of them was a eleventh-level monk and the other was a 10th-level monk, the magic weapon in the hand of the tenth-level monk was almost at the top level, and he took out the talismans one by one. In addition, this person was dressed in luxurious clothes, everyone guessed that he was a rich young man from a family who was not short of spirit stones.

The competition later fell into a tug-of-war. But in the end, the eleventh-level monk was even better and he defeated the tenth-level monk with difficulty.

The third competition was also a tug-of-war. The two were both ten-level cultivators; their magic weapons were similar, and they were the worst among medium-grade magic weapons; and they had very few talismans and not many elixirs. These two people basically rely on magic to attack, and whoever consumed their magic power first would lose. After the two of them fought each other for more than ten rounds, they finally decided to win.

In the second and third games, all the monks who lost were able to admit defeat in time, so one was unscathed and the other was slightly injured. The emotions of the two young female cultivators gradually stabilized.

It was the turn of this pair of sisters to register. The two female cultivators handed over the spirit stones, each received a token, and then waited nervously for the disciples of Huayang Sect to call the number.

Then it was Luo Ningxin's turn to register. Huayang Sect was responsible for the registration matters of a twelve-level Qi Refining Stage who seemed to be 28 or 29 years old, gentle and gentle, and a foundation-building Stage senior who looked in his forties and had the posture of a Taoist bone fairy.

The disciple of Qi Refining Stage took a token with the number "Sixty-eight" written on it and injected Luo Ningxin's name and cultivation information into it. Then the Foundation Establishment Stage senior guided Luo Ningxin to print a unique soul mark on the token. Finally, the Qi Refining Stage monk copied the information on the token into a jade slip that recorded the registration list. At this time, the general list at the call number was updated simultaneously, and Luo Ningxin's number could immediately participate in the lottery number.

After registration was completed, Luo Ningxin took the token and found a position under the "B" arena. Since the registration rate was much faster than the competition in the arena, Luo Ningxin waited for nearly two hours and was not drawn.

However, the sister who signed up in front of her was drawn once. The girl was fighting against an eleventh-level monk. It is said that the tenth-level monk still has the power to fight. But the girl seemed to be frightened by the tragic death of the monk in front. As soon as the other party used a spell, the girl screamed loudly and said, "I admit defeat!"

A white light flashed on the battle stage, and the girl was immediately heard from the magic circle. At the victory and loss registration office, the girl slapped her chest continuously, looking like she was escaping from death, while her sister sighed in the audience.

It was about five or six more games. The stage was still competing on the other side, and Luo Ningxin felt that the token in the storage bag had a noticeable change. Luo Ningxin quickly took out the token and saw that the token was shaking slightly and a slight yellow light appeared. Among the yellow light, a red "No. 68" number was clearly visible.

According to the competition rules, Luo Ningxin knew that the number was drawn by the caller, and it was her turn. She was surprised and happy, and couldn't help but feel nervous and excited, and quickly walked towards the caller.

When Luo Ningxin was about to reach the call call, the strong man like a black tower, who was carrying a plan and a black tower, walked from another direction to the call call. Seeing this scene, Luo Ningxin was slightly stunned: Could it be that he was going to compete with this monk? This is really a rare fate. However, he fought with the monks of the same level as soon as he came up, and the other party seemed to be a tough player. It seems that the battle would not go too smoothly.

Sure enough, the man with axe in the Black Tower and Luo Ningxin walked to the call at the bottom of the arena. The man with a black tower obviously recognized Luo Ningxin who was queuing in front of him, and also showed an unexpected look.

Faced with the surprise of the big man, Luo Ningxin smiled slightly at him, saying hello. But the big man turned a blind eye and walked directly to the two Huayang Sect disciples who were calling the phone.

The two Huayang Sect disciples who were called at the Qi Refining Stage were both in the Qi Refining Stage.

One of them was a female monk from the Qi Refining Stage of the 11th floor. She looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old, with an oval face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and was quite beautiful and playful. She did not wear the uniform of the disciples of the Huayang Sect, but was wearing a goose yellow silky cloud dress.

Under the guidance of the female cultivator, Luo Ningxin respectfully reported her name and number and handed over the token. The female cultivator kept smiling and seemed very friendly, and her voice was crisp and gentle, quite pleasant.

Another disciple of Huayang Sect is a male cultivator who is also on the 11th level of the Qi Refining Period. The male cultivator was wearing an ordinary disciple costume and looked very young and handsome. But the male cultivator kept his face, with a cold attitude and a serious smile.

When the male cultivator received the man from the Black Tower, the man from the Black Tower was tense from beginning to end, and he was ashamed of his words as gold; the male cultivator was expressionless and cold. The two of them were just right together, as if they were owed each other hundreds of spirit stones.

After registration, Luo Ningxin quietly waited for the end of the battle competition on the battle stand.

On the stage, the male cultivator on the eleventh level of Qi Refining Stage and a female cultivator on the twelfth level of Qi Refining Stage. The male cultivator looked in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance, wearing a navy blue robe. The female cultivator looked like an eighteen or nineteen years old, tall, melon-shaped face, clever eyebrows and eyes, and a very beautiful face. She was wearing a snow-white and flawless brocade dress, floating like an immortal.

It is no exaggeration to say that this female cultivator is the most beautiful woman Luo Ningxin has ever seen in her life, but she is covered with a cold temperament that is not close to anyone else. Her face is cold, like ice and snow, her eyes are sharp and she looks down on others. Looking at her extraordinary beauty, her cold and arrogant expression, and her cool grace, Luo Ningxin only feels that this woman is not a mortal in the world, but a banished immortal in the sky.

Luo Ningxin heard many male cultivators in the battle stage discussing, saying that this female cultivator is so beautiful that there is no place in the sky, but that it is too cruel and his face is too cold. It is a pity. The female cultivators all showed disapproval, saying that the female cultivator deliberately put on a dead face and used it as a result.

The pretty female cultivator who was calling the phone put her elbow on the table, held her cheek with her hands, and said with a tsk: "If such a female cultivator enters our Huayang Sect, wouldn't you men rush up like flies? Is it, Senior Brother Xing?"

The cold-faced senior brother Xing didn't say a word, just looking at the ring, still expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Luo Ningxin couldn't help but look at the man from the black tower next to him. The man from the black tower was holding an axe in his hand, staring at the battle table with his frown. But looking at the expression, he should only focus on the situation of the battle, not the female cultivator.&1t;!--The chapter content ends->
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