Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

"Why are you being so pessimistic? It's already good enough that you have a little bit of goodwill. If you encounter those who insist on fighting, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Yes, yes, you're the best," Zhu Wuyao replied with a smile.

Xu San'er, standing to the side, was still sighing deeply. Although losing this round wasn't entirely hopeless, he felt his luck had run out. What if the next opponent was even more difficult to deal with...?

He looked at Zhu Wuyao pitifully and said:

"Sister Zhu, do you have any good ideas? Could you let me use them? Alas, damaging my magic weapon is equivalent to taking my money. Taking my silver is equivalent to severely injuring me with a hammer blow."

"I am also quite badly injured now!"

Zhu Wuyao thought for a moment. She knew Xu San'er's personality. If she didn't make things clear now, it would seem like she was favoring one over the other, which might lead to misunderstandings and damage their relationship.

It would be better to be more open and make things clear.

"Leaving aside whether I can overcome my own conscience and help someone cheat, the reason I offered to help you, Sister Hua, is because of that Junior Sister Tang Xin, with whom I have a past connection."

"As for your opponent, I haven't really had much contact with him."

Hearing this, Xu San'er's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Sister Zhu, we've had quite a bit of contact too, so if one day..."

Zhu Wuyao understood what he wanted to say.

He laughed and said, "Don't worry, if I really have to use you, I will definitely use you. Don't think about it."

"Only if you actually owe me something can I make you pay it back."

Having said that, Xu San'er wasn't someone who easily trusted others, so it was unlikely that he would believe her when she said something like "use it if you don't have to."

Why not give me a straight answer?

Xu San'er, always one to be "frank and open even among petty people," quickly smiled and nodded, saying:

"Don't worry, sister. I'm a businessman; I only cooperate for mutual benefit. How could I possibly owe you anything? I promise I'll pay it all back!"

Hua Ying, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh. This kind of "friendship" was quite interesting. They trusted each other with a sense of propriety and wouldn't let anyone suffer any grievances.

That actually sounds like a long-term perspective.

On the third day, after another match, the temporary rankings were released.

Zhu Wuyao and Hua Yingting both won three games and entered the top ten. Xu San'er only won two games and needs to pull down one person from the top ten to fill the gap himself.

Next up was the challenge match.

Those who win three rounds will be ranked according to their skill level. If anyone is dissatisfied, they can challenge others on their own.

Zhu Wuyao achieved the Great Perfection of Qi Refining and was ranked first.

Xiao Qingyu, a favorite in this competition, was caught in a trap and lost a round. He was only ranked seventh after all the players who had won three rounds had finished their rankings.

Shi Tao, at the ninth level of Qi Refining, ranked eighth.

"This inescapable net is truly fascinating. If Yun Potianqing hadn't taken the wrong path, Xiao Qingyu would probably be tied for first place by now."

"Yeah, that's great! Before him, there was someone at the fifth level of Qi Refining who won three rounds!"

"Hehehe, this is fun..."

The direct disciples were equally interested, especially Song Kezi, whose eyes shone as he said:

"Haha! Xiao Qingyu is ranked seventh. Everyone only has one chance to challenge. If he challenges Zhu Wuyao... hmm!"

Zhang Zhihan stroked the white goose's feathers and continued speaking for him:

"If he loses to Zhu Wuyao and no one else in the top ranks challenges him, he will only be ranked seventh."

If it weren't for the inevitable trap, why would I have put myself in such an awkward position?

Shen Anzhi said, "There is another way. If he doesn't compete for first place, but competes for second place, he will surely win."

Gu Yiguan snorted coldly and said, "If he didn't want to be number one, why would he get involved in the Tianluo case and dig his own grave?"

"Junior sister, you seem to dislike Xiao Qingyu quite a bit?"

"Am I not obvious enough?"

……

In the sect competition, the Great Perfection of Qi Refining is an overwhelming force.

Having reached this level, one is almost one step away from formally establishing the foundation. While the glory of the sect is important, who would linger when given the opportunity to break through?

Xiao Qingyu, who had been stuck at this level for ten years, was very strong. Zhu Wuyao, who had rapidly improved his cultivation to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining in less than a year, was also very strong.

However, there are many rumors about the latter, and some of them are absurd.

That makes her seem less prestigious than Xiao Qingyu.

When Zhu Wuyao heard the name "Sword Deflected Three Points," he was indignant. This time, it wasn't out of compassion, but rather that she was saying that Zhu Wuyao's aim was off and that she couldn't hit anyone.

Even so, no one would take the initiative to challenge Zhu Wuyao.

Everyone knows that this is Xiao Qingyu's rival.

Yang Lao Er felt he had seen through the truth.

He once lit incense and candles and performed divination for each of the contestants. When he got to Zhu Wuyao, a gust of evil wind blew by and extinguished the incense and candles.

Therefore, Yang Lao Er speculated that she must have encountered something that prevented her from making it into the top ten.

It seems that the contest between Xiao Qingyu and Zhu Wuyao is going to be a fierce battle!

It is estimated that Zhu Wuyao encountered an accident during their final battle.

Either he was seriously injured and unable to participate in the cultivation conference, thus being disqualified; or he failed to suppress his cultivation level and accidentally broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

In either case, Zhu Wuyao, whose swordsmanship is off-target, is not a good choice for betting!

Yang Lao Er felt that his speculation was extremely reasonable; otherwise, how could he explain that he hadn't calculated anything?

Unlike him, Song Kezi bet all his spirit stones on Zhu Wuyao.

Although his mouth was gagged again, he still looked eager to fight, his excitement making him seem like he was about to engage in a brawl on a martial arts stage.

That's why they say information is money and power!

Others may not know, but does Song Kezi not know?

Zhu Wuyao was actually bantering with his second senior sister, who was so aloof and domineering that few junior sisters or brothers dared to speak to her.

Moreover, Song Kezi had also chatted with Zhu Wuyao.

She actually knew all of the direct disciples in the Star-Picking Tower.

Even a fool would know that she must have some extraordinary qualities.

Well, actually it's because he'd gone around gathering information and could roughly guess Zhu Wuyao's strength... When it comes to making money, you have to be both bold and cautious.

Xiao Qingyu lived up to everyone's expectations.

Today, unlike in the first round when he stood empty-handed on the fighting platform, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Turning around, he looked at the person wiping the sword and said loudly:

"My name is Xiao Qingyu. I request to accept the challenge from Zhu Wuyue."

The blade was wiped with a silk cloth; the cloth used to wipe this edgeless sword was better than the clothes Zhu Wuyao himself wore.

A challenge voice rang in my ears.

Zhu Wuyao sheathed his sword, Wufeng, on his back and slowly stood up from his spectator seat.

Looking across the sea of ​​people, the voice wasn't loud, but it resonated deeply.

"Accept the challenge."