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"Fellow Daoist, you have to think it through. Although this competition is just a formality, the interests involved are not small.

Even if you don't lose to me today, you will lose to someone else in the future. Why don't you give me a hand now?

Being convenient to others is also being convenient to yourself.

Besides, I won’t treat you unfairly!”

Song Yu sneered in his heart. This gray-robed monk was obviously incapable and wanted to go further by using his money.

However, he did not want to get involved in these disputes, especially now that he had more important things to do.

“As you said, since I will lose sooner or later, why don’t I go further within my ability and sell at a higher price in the future?

Today is only the second competition. I can set the price. I'll set a price of 100,000 spirit stones. Do you agree?"

Song Yu responded calmly, his eyes still not leaving the competition stage.

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed monk's expression suddenly turned ugly.

One hundred thousand spirit stones was not a small amount for him, and he had thought that Song Yu, as a casual cultivator, would be blinded by money.

However, Song Yu's answer made him very angry.

"Fellow Daoist, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"

The gray monk said through gritted teeth.

Song Yu smiled slightly, turned his head, and looked at the gray-robed monk calmly.

"I didn't make it difficult for you, you just picked the wrong person."

The gray-robed monk was silent for a moment, and finally stood up helplessly and snorted coldly.

"Since you are so stubborn, let's face it in the competition.

I don’t necessarily have to lose to you!”

After saying that, the gray-robed monk turned and left, leaving Song Yu sitting quietly in the spectator seats, watching Li Wenxuan jump onto the stage and politely salute his opponent.

Li Wenxuan's opponent was a thin monk holding a long sword and with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The two confronted each other on the stage and the atmosphere was tense.

"start!"

The referee gave the order and the confrontation officially began.

Li Wenxuan took the lead. He jumped up like a tiger and punched his opponent.

The longsword monk reacted quickly, dodging lightly while swinging his sword to counterattack.

The sword light was like water, extremely agile, and collided with Li Wenxuan's fist wind, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

Song Yu was watching with great interest in the audience. Li Wenxuan's boxing was fierce and powerful, while the long sword monk's sword skills were agile and elegant. The two complemented each other and excited the audience.

As time went by, Li Wenxuan gradually gained the upper hand.

His punches were getting faster and faster, and each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if it was tearing the air apart.

Although the long sword monk had superb swordsmanship, he gradually seemed to be overwhelmed under Li Wenxuan's violent attack.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Li Wenxuan seized the opportunity and hit the longsword monk hard in the chest with a punch.

The longsword monk flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up, but could not stand up again.

The referee announced Li Wenxuan as the winner, and the audience burst into warm applause.

Li Wenxuan smiled and bowed to the audience, then walked off the stage and returned to Song Yu.

"Congratulations, Brother Li. Your boxing skills are really amazing."

Song Yu said with a smile.

Li Wenxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, Brother Song. That person's swordsmanship is pretty good, but unfortunately his foundation is not solid, so I won easily."

"However, Brother Li, you should not underestimate the sword cultivators. Once the sword cultivators' sword intent reaches its peak, they can defeat a hundred enemies alone, and even cut through the heavens and the earth."

Song Yu reminded.

Li Wenxuan nodded, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.

"You are right. The sword power of a sword cultivator should not be underestimated. However, I trust my fists more. Only my own strength is the most reliable."

Song Yu smiled slightly and said no more.

If a cultivator has no confidence in his own skills, then there is no need to waste time practicing.

"Brother Song, it will be your turn soon. I heard that your opponent today is quite tough and good at using poison. He is a cultivator from the poisonous forest in southern Xinjiang."

Li Wenxuan said worriedly.

After hearing this, Song Yu's eyes flashed with indifference.

"Brother Li, don't worry. Although the poison cultivator's methods are strange, as long as you deal with them carefully, they are not invincible.

Besides, I have just met that person. Although he is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, his steps are light and his face is yellow. He is not to be feared."

“However, you have to be careful, the poison techniques of the Southern Border Poison Forest are ever-changing and difficult to guard against.

The weaker the poison cultivator is, the more we need to be on guard against whether they are feeding the Gu with their bodies!"

Li Wenxuan reminded.

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Li. I will pay attention to it."

Song Yu smiled slightly, stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Then I congratulate Brother Song in advance for winning this competition!"

Li Wenxuan smiled and watched Song Yu leave the spectator seats and walk towards the competition stage.

The gray-robed monk who had just met jumped onto the platform and looked at Song Yu with a serious look as he walked towards him with firm steps.

"It's really you. I thought you were just here to lobby."

Seeing the gray-robed monk again, Song Yu joked.

"Humph, you can only talk now. If we really start fighting, you won't have time to speak!"

The gray-robed monk's hands danced gently in the air, as if he was controlling some mysterious power.

"Brother Song, be careful of his poison gas!"

Li Wenxuan reminded loudly from the audience.

At the referee's command, the competition officially began.

The gray-robed monk immediately waved his hands, and streams of strange poisonous gas surged out from his fingertips and attacked Song Yu.

Wherever the poisonous gas passed, even the air became distorted.

Song Yu flashed and quickly avoided the invasion of poisonous gas.

He took a deep breath, and the internal Qi flowed through his body. A powerful protective Qi instantly enveloped him.

When the gray-robed monk saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He obviously didn't expect Song Yu's reaction to be so quick, and his protective qi to be so powerful.

However, the gray-robed monk did not give up. He continued to control the poison gas, trying to find Song Yu's weakness.

The poisonous gas spread across the competition stage, forming a strange poisonous fog.

"Haha, this poison gas of mine was obtained by refining thousands of poisonous insects!"

The Gray Friar laughed.

Song Yu frowned slightly, but did not show the slightest fear.

When facing a poison cultivator, one could end up in an irretrievable situation if one is not careful.

If he didn't have an immune body, this poisonous gas alone would be enough to give him a headache.

Song Yu took a deep breath, sank his mind into his body, and mobilized the true energy in his body.

"Humph, what can a mere poison gas do to me?"

Song Yu snorted coldly, and his figure was as fast as the wind, quickly shuttling through the poisonous fog, looking for the trace of the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk was shocked to see Song Yu navigating the poisonous fog with ease.

He thought that this poison gas would be enough to make Song Yu surrender, but he didn't expect Song Yu's cultivation to be so profound.

Even the poison gas that he was most proud of couldn't hurt Song Yu!

"You are obviously a casual cultivator, but you have developed such a high resistance to poison!"

In that case, I will let you have a taste of my power as a poisonous insect!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the gray-robed monk's eyes. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something.

As he chanted the spell, a strange hissing sound suddenly rang out from the poisonous fog.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny black shadows flew out from the poisonous fog and attacked Song Yu.

These black shadows are precisely the poisonous insects carefully cultivated by the gray-robed monk, and each one contains a highly toxic substance.

Seeing this, Song Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.

He immediately activated his true energy, forming cyclones that sucked the poisonous insects in.

The cyclone contains a powerful suction force that crushes the poisonous insects.

However, the number of poisonous insects was too large and they continued to pour out of the poisonous fog.

"Even if you can kill hundreds of poisonous insects, what about thousands?"

The gray-robed monk roared, and more poisonous insects crawled out of the poisonous gas and rushed towards Song Yu.

When Song Yu saw the overwhelming number of poisonous insects, he was not afraid but smiled.

He took a deep breath, pushed his Qi to the limit, and used his hands to draw mysterious tracks in the air.

"Dragnet!"

Song Yu let out a low shout, and the internal energy in his body turned into a huge net, covering all the poisonous insects.

The poisonous insect struggled in the net but could not escape.

When the gray-robed monk saw this, his face changed. He didn't expect that Song Yu could resolve his poisonous insect attack so easily.

However, he did not give up. Instead, he activated the poison gas even more frantically, trying to break through Song Yu's defense.

"Humph, do you think you can stop me like this?" The gray-robed monk sneered, "Look at my poison formation!"

As he chanted the spell, a thicker poisonous gas suddenly surged out of the poisonous fog, forming a series of strange runes.

These runes danced in the air and gradually gathered into a huge poisonous shadow.

"go with!"

The gray-robed monk roared, and the shadow of the poison turned into a black light and attacked Song Yu.

Song Yu dodged the frontal attack of the poisonous insect with a flash of his body, but the black light suddenly turned in the air and attacked him again.

A trace of determination flashed in Song Yu's eyes. He took a deep breath, condensed his true energy between his palms, and then pushed forward suddenly.

"break!"

Song Yu shouted loudly, and a huge palm print flew out from his palm and collided with the poisonous shadow in the air.

The palm print collided with the phantom of the poisonous insect, causing a burst of intense light to illuminate the entire competition stage.

The phantom of the poisonous insect gradually dissipated under the impact of the palm print, and the gray-robed monk was shocked by the impact and retreated repeatedly, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Upon seeing this, the referee immediately announced: "Song Yu wins!"

There was warm applause in the audience seats, and Li Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief, with a gratified smile on his face.

Song Yu smiled slightly, bowed to the audience, then walked off the stage and returned to Li Wenxuan.

“Congratulations, Brother Song, your strength is indeed extraordinary.

Poison cultivators are the most difficult to deal with. I didn't expect you to win so easily. Congratulations!"

Li Wenxuan praised.

Seeing that he won, Li Wenxuan was actually happier than him. That smile didn't seem fake, he was truly happy for Song Yu.

This kind of friendship is rare.

Song Yu couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and his eyes softened when he looked at him.