I'll be fine for you!

He spoke loudly, and she saw the seriousness, persistence and firmness in his eyes, which was his determination, and a kind of persistence that she could not understand.

As she listened, her heart was sweet, as if she had been poured honey. He said it would be fine, and she believed it.

The first day of the ninth month was soon here, and the conference had finally arrived.

Because the monks who participated in the Yingjie ring were all under the age of twenty-five, most of them were monks from the innate realm and the elixir realm, with a large number of people and a small scene, so they were ranked in the first group, that is, it started on the first day, which can be regarded as a warm-up.

The conference gathered monks from eight states, and tens of thousands of monks were present, so the venue of the conference was specially set up on the plain outside the city of Qianji.

The first game of the Yingjie ring was a big scuffle. The participating monks will receive a number plate, each in a group of 100 people, and finally the ten people standing in the ring will enter the next round of the competition, and even so, they are finally divided into more than 100 groups before they are finished.

"Tsk, there are too many people participating in the competition!" Under the ring, Xiaoshu couldn't hide his surprise and sighed, and suddenly asked, "Xiaomo, what number did you draw?" ”

"One hundred and sixty-five." Zhimo showed her the special number plate in his hand, took it back, and slowly explained the rules of the game to her.

"In this game, most people are just joining in the fun, and the first two rounds of the ring are just to sift people out."

This competition only limits the age, and the qualified ones are all monks under the age of twenty-five, how old is still the age of enthusiasm, therefore, there are not a few people who want to show one or two on stage, but most of them are not very strong.

Zhimo got the number plate relatively high, it was the second group, but it was only a quarter of an hour, the first group was over, and when the ring was cleaned up, the referee who presided over announced that the second group was on the field, and the number plate in Zhimo's hand lit up with a bright white light.

"It's my turn." Zhimo said with a flat expression, without any nervousness about to play.

"Protect yourself." Xiaoshu admonished, and without waiting for him to answer, he went back to the jade pendant space by himself. Zhimo opened the space prohibition, even in the space, she could see the situation outside.

Zhimo calmly walked onto the stage, he was dressed in a neat cyan shirt, his hair was tied up on the top of his head, his face was wearing a white mask that covered most of his face, a knife and a sword were held in his hands, his momentum was restrained and ready to attack, as if he had been aiming at the wolf of his prey.

He stood quietly in the corner of the ring, silently looking at the people around him, although the ring was already very large, but a hundred people were divided, it was still a little crowded, and everyone was not more than one zhang apart at most.

Zhimo's thin figure was not prominent among the many contestants, and even under his deliberate restraint, not many people rested on his presence.

"Bell...... ～”

As the referee started, the gong was struck, and the people in the ring instantly moved, attacking the people around them, and some who were close to the edge of the ring and did not dodge were thrown under the ring before they could react.

The moment the gong sounded, Zhimo's figure flashed and left the place, and the next moment, several sharp ice picks glowing with cold air passed through where he had been standing, slicing the arm of the person behind him.

As soon as Zhimo's eyes turned, he saw a young man in his twenties smiling at him, revealing a pair of small tiger teeth, and his eyes were full of regret that the prank did not succeed, and he was full of malice.