According to the rules of the ring, once a monk has chosen one of the five rings, he has to stick to that ring all the time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info can only be counted as passing the competition if they win six out of ten games in the same ring.

Of course, if someone fails to pass in one ring, or thinks that this group of monks is too strong and wants to quit halfway, then they can change to another ring to compete. The price is to pay another fifty spirit stones and receive a new token. If you win six out of ten games like this, Huayang Sect will also recognize the results.

In this way, there is a registration booth under the five rings. Luo Ningxin observed the five long registration teams, and felt that the proportion of tenth, eleventh, and twelfth layer monks in each team was similar, and it seemed that it was almost the same wherever they signed up. So Luo Ningxin chose the "B" ring and lined up to sign up.

In front of Luo Ningxin were two young, beautiful, and extraordinarily dressed female cultivators. One of them seems to be in their twenties, the other seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old, they look very close in appearance, and they seem 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 an eleventh-story cultivator, wearing a pale green skirt and two golden hairpins pinned to her head. The two golden hairpins look like worldly things, and that's it. Her skirt was light and soft, rippling, with a faint aura on it. If Luo Ningxin didn't guess wrong, eighty percent of the skirt was made of the famous high-grade clothing Liuyun brocade.

This kind of fabric is very popular in the nun circle. The dresses made of it range from 200 spirit stones to 300 spirit stones, depending on the complexity of the style and the luster and softness of the fabric. The characteristics of this fabric are ethereal and good-looking, it looks very fairy, and it can set off the peerless appearance of the female cultivator, but the disadvantage is that the defensive performance is not good, which is far inferior to the magic robe made of crystal snow silk on Luo Ningxin's body.

The younger nun was also wearing a skirt made of Liuyun brocade, the color was light red, and a golden hairpin and a hosta were pinned to her head. This nun's cultivation is tenth, which is considered to be the bottom of the line of monks.

I only heard my sister say to my sister while queuing: "Alas, it would be great if our Jin family could also be attached to the Huayang Sect." In this way, we can be accepted as disciples by the Huayang Sect as soon as we are born, instead of signing up for some ring competition here......"

The elder sister sighed slightly: "People are more popular than people, don't think about it so much! It is said that those 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 it now, all we can do is to do our best to participate in the competition and strive to enter the Huayang Sect!"

The younger sister said: "My sister is an eleventh-layer cultivator, and she still has the strength to fight in the ring, but my tenth-layer cultivation is not enough to be at the bottom! Father is really, let my sister come over to compete, and you have to let me come over together! Sister, if you have the protection of the magic circle, is it really fine? I'm worried, what if I don't admit defeat in time and get injured?"

"It doesn't matter!" her sister comforted her, "You shouted out in time to admit defeat, and it should be passed out in time." And if the opponent is too strong, you can leave the circle on your own initiative. Whether it is the one who is knocked out of the circle or the one who leaves the circle automatically, it is counted as a loss. ”

"Hmm!" said the young nunis, "Sister, you work hard! I'll do my best!"

Immediately, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old mortal girl took out a jar of things from the basket, handed it to the female cultivator obediently, and said, "Miss Nine, please drink sugar water." ”

Then, the younger sister continued to chirp and talk to her sister, probably because the ancestor of the family hurt the brothers and brothers in the family, and as a result, none of them cultivated to the eleventh level of qi refining. The only seventh brother who has cultivated to the tenth level of qi refining like her, and the ancestor is reluctant to let him come over to sign up. lest he shout in the ring to admit defeat in time and be injured. It's really eccentric, I'm only worried about Seventh Brother being injured, so I don't worry about her getting hurt!

That sister has a more stable temperament in comparison. During this period, she sighed slightly, and occasionally persuaded her sister a few words.

The monk behind Luo Ningxin was a male cultivator who looked like he was in his thirties, and he was also a cultivator at the eleventh level of the Qi refining period. The male cultivator was tall, with a thick black face, strong arms, and a plate axe in his hand. This nun seems to have come alone. Since he stood behind Luo Ningxin, his brows furrowed and he didn't say a word.

When the two young female cultivators in front of Luo Ningxin were talking, the younger sister would often turn back to look at her sister. But as soon as the sister turned around, she would accidentally see the male cultivator. Every time she saw this male cultivator, her sister would show a look of disdain and fear, and try her best to avoid him.

To be honest, Luo Ningxin didn't want to stand with such a tall and gloomy male cultivator. But since there is no way to line up, Luo Ningxin only hopes that this person will remain in this state until she gets the token and leaves.

When the number of applicants for the "B" ring has reached 20, the lottery competition begins. Each person corresponds to a number, and the two sides are randomly drawn in the registration list.

Each person's token records the number of matches and the results of the matches. Whenever you win six out of ten, the token will automatically turn green, and if you lose five games, the token will turn red. Regardless of whether the token turns red or green, the person's number will automatically disappear from the draw list.

So when Luo Ningxin was still waiting in line to pay the fee and receive the token, the competition in the ring had already begun.

At this time, in the ring, there was a thin and small tenth-layer Qi refining boy who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old, fighting against a tall and angry Qi Refining Twelveth-Layer Cultivator. The twelfth-layer monk first took advantage of the young man's unpreparedness and tied his feet with a winding technique, and then raised a broadsword and slashed at the top of the young man's head.

The monk was fierce and swift as thunder. And the young man didn't know if he was stupid or what, he was stupid and stunned in place, neither knowing how to defend nor shouting to admit defeat, but he was split in half by the twelve-story monk in one shot, blood splattered on the spot, and his body died!

Looking at the tragic situation in the ring, Luo Ning shook his head again and again. Secretly sighing that the young man may have no experience in combat, so he came to compete, so that he didn't know how to face the danger when he faced it, which was really pitiful!

The younger nun in front of her turned pale with fright. She tugged at her sister's clothes in horror and stammered, "Sister...... Sister...... It's not that ...... Isn't it going to die? How...... Will there still be dead people?"

The sister's face was also very ugly, and she muttered, "It doesn't matter...... Remember...... Just remember to shout to admit defeat......"

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