Luo Ningxin's second match was evenly matched. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info although one of them is an eleventh-story monk, and the other is a tenth-story monk. But the magic weapon in the hand of the tenth-layer monk was almost of the top level of the middle grade, and he took out the talismans one after another. Coupled with the fact that this person is richly dressed, everyone guesses that he is a rich son from a family who has no shortage of spirit stones.

The competition then fell into a tug-of-war. But after all, it was the eleventh-layer monk who was superior, and he defeated the tenth-layer monk with difficulty.

The third match was also a tug-of-war. The two of them were both tenth-tier cultivators, and the magic weapons were almost the same, they were the worst of the medium-grade magic weapons, and both of them had very few talismans, and there were not many pills. These two people basically rely on spells to attack, and whoever consumes the mana and spiritual power first loses. After more than ten rounds of attacking each other, the two finally decided the winner.

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

At this time, it was the turn of the sisters to sign up. The two female cultivators handed over the spirit stone, each received a token, and then waited nervously for the Huayang Sect disciple to call the number.

Then it was Luo Ningxin's turn to sign up. Huayang Sect was in charge of the registration matters by a 12th-layer Qi refining stage monk who looked to be twenty years old, polite and mild-tempered, and a foundation building stage senior who looked like he was in his forties and had the appearance of a Dao bone immortal.

The Qi Refining Stage disciple took a token with the number "Sixty-Eight" written on it, injected Luo Ningxin's name and cultivation information into it, and then the foundation building stage senior guided Luo Ningxin to imprint a unique Divine Soul Mark on the token. Finally, the Qi Refining Stage Monk rubbed the information on the token into a jade slip that recorded the general list of registrations. At this time, the general list at the calling office was updated synchronously, and Luo Ningxin's number could immediately participate in the drawing of lots.

After the registration was completed, Luo Ningxin took the token and found a place under the "B" ring to stand up. Because the speed of registration was much faster than the speed of the competition in the ring, Luo Ningxin waited for nearly two hours, and was not selected for the competition.

However, the sister who signed up in front of her was drawn once. The girl was fighting against an eleventh-story monk. It is said that ten layers against eleven layers, there is still the power of a battle. But the girl seemed to be frightened by the tragic death of the monk in front of her, and as soon as the other party cast a spell, the girl screamed loudly, "I admit defeat!"

A white light flashed on the fighting platform, and the girl was immediately sent out of the circle. At the winner's registration office, the girl patted her chest continuously, looking like she had escaped death, while her sister sighed in the audience.

It was probably another five or six shows. There was still a competition on the stage over there, and here Luo Ning felt that the token in the storage bag had made an obvious abnormality. Luo Ningxin hurriedly took out the token and looked at it, only to see that the token was shaking slightly and emitting a bright yellow light. In the yellow light, a red "Sixty-Eight" number is clearly visible.

According to the rules of the competition, Luo Ningxin knew that this was the number where he drew his number, and it was his turn. She was surprised and delighted, and couldn't help but be a little nervous and excited, and walked quickly towards the call place.

When Luo Ningxin was about to walk to the calling place, the strong man with a board axe and a black tower in line behind her also walked towards the calling place from another direction. Seeing this scene, Luo Ning's heart was slightly stunned: Isn't it that he wants to compete with this monk? This is really a rare fate. However, as soon as he came up, he fought against a monk of the same rank, and the other party seemed to be a tough hand, so it seemed that this battle would not be too smooth.

Sure enough, the big man of the Black Tower with the plate axe in hand walked to the call place below the ring with Luo Ningxin. The big man of the Black Tower obviously also recognized Luo Ningxin, who was queuing in front of him, and also showed a surprised look.

Facing the surprise of the big man, Luo Ning smiled at him and said hello. But this big man turned a blind eye and walked directly towards the two Huayang Sect disciples at the call place.

The two Huayang Sect disciples at the call place were both Qi refining period cultivators.

One of them was a female monk in the Qi refining stage of the eleventh floor, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, with a goose egg face, big eyes, and long eyelashes, quite beautiful and playful. She was not wearing the uniform disciple costume of the Huayang Sect, but was wearing a goose-yellow Liuyun brocade dress.

Under the guidance of the female cultivator, Luo Ningxin respectfully reported her name and number, and handed over the token. The nun was smiling all the time, looking very friendly, and her voice was crisp and tactful, quite pleasant.

Another Huayang Sect disciple was a male cultivator who was also at the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Period. The male cultivator was wearing an ordinary disciple's attire, and his appearance was very young and handsome. But the male cultivator has always kept a straight face, a cold attitude, and does not smile.

When the male cultivator received the black tower man, the black tower man had a tense face from beginning to end, and his words were like gold, and the male cultivator was also expressionless and spoke coldly. These two people are quite a match together, as if they each owe each each a few hundred spirit stones.

After the registration was completed, Luo Ningxin quietly waited for the end of the competition on the fighting platform.

The battle on the stage was a male cultivator of the eleventh layer of the Qi refining period and a female cultivator of the twelfth layer of the Qi refining stage. The male cultivator looked to be in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance, and was wearing a navy blue robe. The female cultivator looks like she is ten years old, tall, with a melon seed face, beautiful eyebrows, and a very beautiful face, wearing a snow-white and flawless flowing cloud brocade dress, fluttering like a fairy.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this female cultivator is the most beautiful woman Luo Ningxin has ever seen in her life, but she exudes a cold temperament that no one can approach, her face is cold, like ice and snow, her eyes are sharp, and her eyes are pressing. Looking at her dusty beauty, cold and arrogant demeanor, and sassy demeanor, Luo Ning only felt that this woman was not a mortal in the world, but an immortal in the sky.

Luo Ningxin heard that many male cultivators in the fighting stage were talking about it, saying that how beautiful this female cultivator is, there is nothing in the sky and no earth, but the means are too ruthless and the face is too cold, which is a pity. The nuns all looked disapplied, saying that the nun deliberately put on a dead face and took one to make a cloud.

The pretty female cultivator at the call place propped her elbows on the table, put her hand on her cheek, and said in a slurp: "If such a female cultivator enters our Huayang Sect, wouldn't you men swarm like flies." Isn't it, Senior Brother Xing?"

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

Luo Ningxin couldn't help but look at the big man of the Black Tower next to him. The big man of the Black Tower held the plate axe in his hand, and he was also staring at the fighting platform tightly, his brows tightly locked. But looking at the expression should only focus on the battle situation, not at the female cultivator.