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The registration place is outside the door of the altar. It’s strange that there were many people queuing outside the city before, many of whom were sects that came to participate in the sect exchange meeting, but there were very few people here to register.

Murong Ningyue couldn't help but show a little suspicion in her eyes. Lin Wuya saw that Murong Ningyue was confused and quickly explained to Murong Ningyue: "Most sects are just here to watch the ceremony, and there are very few sects who actually sign up to participate in the competition."

"Why is this? I have all been running to this Wudao Hall from afar. Wouldn't I lose if I don't participate in the competition?"

Murong Ningyue asked subconsciously, and before Lin Wuya could answer, a voice suddenly floated over: "Because they were afraid of losing and death, if the registration team was fighting in front of so many sects, it would be embarrassing. If the registration team was fighting in the strong, it would be even more dangerous to die. So they were afraid and naturally did not dare to sign up!"

When Murong Ningyue and others heard this, they quickly looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw that the person who was talking was an old man sitting on a recliner with a comfortable look on his face.

Murong Ningyue and Lin Wuya looked at each other, and there was a hint of suspicion in their eyes. Neither of them knew this old man.

However, the position where Murong Ningyue and others stood was more than ten meters away from the old man. The voice of Murong Ningyue and Lin Wuya was very small when they were talking. The old man could still hear Murong Ningyue and Lin Wuya from such a distance. This shows that the old man's cultivation should be quite low.

Just when Murong Ningyue and Lin Wuya were surprised, the old man said again: "Why are you still standing there? Didn't you just say that if you come from all the way, it would be a waste if you don't sign up? Then why don't you come here quickly?"

Only then did Murong Ningyue realize that the old man was the person in charge of registration. Murong Ningyue, Lin Wuya and others hurriedly came to the front of the old man.

After getting closer, Murong Ningyue saw the old man's appearance clearly. The old man's appearance was quite kind, which made people feel kind at first glance.

But Murong Ningyue did not dare to underestimate this old man because of this. Although this old man was just a person responsible for registration, Murong Ningyue felt a kind of power in this old man.

"Tell me, which sect are you from? Do you want to sign up for the team competition or the strong competition?"

When Murong Ningyue heard the old man’s question, she retracted her mind and replied: “Senior, we are from the Demon Moon Sect, we want to sign up for the Strongman Competition!”

The old man frowned when he heard this, looked at Murong Ningyue and said, "Yaoyue Sect? Why have I never heard of this sect? Who is the head of your Yaoyue Sect?"

Murong Ningyue had long expected this old man to ask this question, but most people who heard the name of the Demon Moon Sect would be like this old man.

Murong Ningyue quickly explained to the old man: "Senior, our Demon Moon Sect is a newly established sect, so it has no reputation in the Wudao Hall. As for the head of the Demon Moon Sect, I am the junior!"

"You? Master? Hahaha! The young people are so interesting nowadays! Then you are signing up for the team competition!"

While the old man was talking, he was about to record the paper in front of him, but Murong Ningyue stopped him and said, "Senior, please wait! Did you hear it wrong just now? What I said was to sign up for the Strongman Competition!"
Chapter completed!