The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Seeing this, Gong Zhejin didn't dare to be careless. He dodged, and just as the system predicted, he moved with incredible speed, easily dodging Tan Yuruo's sudden attack. He suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, which was painted with intricate runes. With a gentle shake, a light mist spread out, trying to distract Tan Yuruo's sight.

"Hmph, a mere trifle!" Tan Yuruo snorted coldly, and the dagger drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, actually forcibly opening up a clear path in the fog, heading straight for Gong Zhejin's vitals.

Hu Xingtong watched intently, secretly admiring that Tan Yuruo's strength was indeed not to be underestimated. At the same time, he couldn't help but be a little surprised that Tan Yuruo, who was usually gentle and lovely, could be so fierce in battle, as if she had become a different person.

On the field, Gong Zhejin, realizing he couldn't gain an advantage in a head-on confrontation, began employing the unique body movements and footwork of the Shenyin Sect, moving left and right, appearing and disappearing, in an attempt to wear down Tan Yuruo's stamina with his flexible and varied tactics. Tan Yuruo, on the other hand, relied on his keen intuition and accurate judgment, getting perilously close to Gong Zhejin with each attack, yet never quite able to truly touch him.

"You're really annoying!" There was a hint of displeasure in Tan Yuruo's voice, and she was obviously dissatisfied with Gong Zhejin's tactic of evasion.

Gong Zhejin heard this and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Miss Tan, I have no choice but to do this. After all, I don't have the confidence to face it head-on."

Before she finished speaking, Tan Yuruo leaped forward again. This time, she no longer relied solely on speed and strength, but instead skillfully transformed her dagger into a series of light screens, blocking all possible escape routes for Gong Zhejin. Seeing this, a solemn look flashed in Gong Zhejin's eyes. Finally, he decided not to run away. With a flick of his folding fan, a powerful wave of spiritual energy surged from the fan, colliding with Tan Yuruo's light screen with a deafening sound.

At the moment when the two people's power converged, a small storm seemed to erupt in the center of the arena, with dust flying and spiritual energy surging, making everyone present feel the intensity and shock of this duel.

"That's right. I don't want to see you dodging around. It's really annoying." Tan Yuruo's tone didn't sound very good. She glanced at the person in front of her coldly. She turned the dagger in her hand and flipped her wrist. The dagger was pointed at Gong Zhejin's waist in a very strange posture.

"Oh my god, you are going to kill me!" Gong Zhejin saw that the situation was not good, so he raised his hips and pushed back, barely dodging the attack in an unsightly posture.

In the stands, Hu Xingtong felt strange watching the two fighting. He poked Nan Ling beside him and asked, "Do you think they're flirting?"

Nan Ling looked over and saw the two fighting back and forth. She didn't expect the fight between her and Xiao Yuheng to be so intense. It looked like Gong Zhejin was toying with Tan Yunuo, so she replied, "I feel like your sister is going to get angry."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Yuruo took action. He put away the dagger and produced several boomerangs. Then he suddenly retreated and flicked his wrist. Those boomerangs seemed to be set to automatic aim. With whistling wind and fierce pressure, they flew towards Gong Zhejin in all directions.

Gong Zhejin's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that Tan Yuruo had this trick. Which cultivator would use such a hidden weapon? Wouldn't this be a life-and-death race?

With this thought, he hurriedly unfolded his folding fan, spinning it rapidly to form an impenetrable spiritual barrier that deflected the boomerangs. However, Tan Yuruo didn't stop there. Instead, he moved like a ghost, weaving between the boomerangs. Each appearance was accompanied by a fierce attack, aiming directly at Gong Zhejin's vital points.

"Ms. Tan, why are you doing this? We are just sparring." Gong Zhejin shouted while dodging, his tone becoming more serious.

"Exchange? Do you look like you want to exchange?" Tan Yuruo's voice was cold, and her eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

Seeing this, Gong Zhejin knew that if he continued like this, not only would he fail to win the game, but he might also really anger Tan Yuruo. So he took a deep breath, suddenly closed his folding fan, and his body accelerated instantly, and he actually took the initiative to rush towards Tan Yuruo.

This time, he didn't try to evade the enemy, but chose to confront them head-on. Fists and kicks clashed, their spiritual powers collided, and the entire arena seemed to be shaken by their battle, dust and spiritual power intertwined, forming a chaotic mess.

Hu Xingtong and Nan Ling watched intently, secretly cheering for Tan Yunruo in their hearts.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the two finally separated in a fierce collision, each taking a few steps back. Tan Yuruo's clothes were slightly disheveled, but her eyes were more determined; Gong Zhejin, on the other hand, looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Good! You are more fun than your senior sister." Gong Zhejin said breathlessly, his tone full of excitement, and his eyes inexplicably showed more excitement.

Hu Xingtong, who was watching from the audience, heard this and his face changed. He gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, you're calling me for a match? You'd better lose, or I'll beat you up."

【I am dying of laughter. I am being blamed for nothing. 】

Nan Ling watched this scene from the side, like a piece of slag in a melon field, while touching her breasts, she also prayed silently for Gong Zhejin.

On the field, the game was still going on. Tan Yuruo seemed even more unhappy after hearing Gong Zhejin's words. His expression suddenly changed and became visibly gloomier.

"You're finished!" After saying that, Tan Yuruo produced a long sword from somewhere, the sword body turned over, and suddenly a black and red aura burst out.

"Master, your disciple is practicing the way of killing!" Bai Chengyan, who was watching the show on the high platform, stood up suddenly, and his voice called out to Duan Yin, the leader of the Shenyin Sect, who was standing beside him.

"Nothing will happen, right? If Junior Master-Uncle is gone, I'll be finished too!"

Bai Chengyan glanced at Tan Luo, who was quietly drinking tea, and then felt relieved. He comforted Duan Yin, "Not really. At most, he'll get beaten up by that little girl. It's your junior master's fault for being so mean."

Yes, everyone on the platform heard what Gong Zhejin said just now. What he said was completely provocative and he deserved to be beaten. For this reason, Duan Yin didn't dare to speak too much and could only look at the two people in the center of the venue with a nervous face.

After Tan Yuruo drew her long sword, her entire demeanor underwent a drastic change. Her once calm expression was now replaced by an endless murderous intent, her eyes filled with endless rage and a desire to kill. She gripped the long sword tightly, tapping the ground with the tip. Circles of black ripples, centered on the blade, rapidly spread outward. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to rip apart, emitting a low, rumbling sound.

"You asked for this!" Tan Yuruo's voice was as cold as ice, each word pierced through her teeth, carrying a threat that could not be ignored. With a flash of black lightning, she charged towards Gong Zhejin, brandishing her long sword, stirring up gusts of fierce wind. Each blow was enough to terrify the cultivators present.

Gong Zhejin's face darkened upon seeing this. He knew he could no longer handle the situation with the same ease he had before. He quickly adjusted his breathing, concentrating all his spiritual energy on the folding fan. He unfolded it again, and this time, the runes on the fan seemed to activate, gleaming with dazzling light. A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from it, forming a stark contrast to Tan Yuruo's black and red wind.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are!" Gong Zhejin shouted, actively facing Tan Yuruo's attack. The two figures intertwined again, the flash of swords and the shadow of fans intersecting, and each collision was accompanied by a deafening sound, as if to destroy the entire arena.

Tan Yuruo's attacks became increasingly fierce, each strike carrying a deadly force. Gong Zhejin, relying on the flexibility and powerful defense of his folding fan, neutralized each of Tan Yuruo's attacks. However, as time went on, Gong Zhejin gradually felt the dual pressure of physical and spiritual strength, and he began to feel somewhat overwhelmed.

"I can't go on like this!" Gong Zhejin thought to himself. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be defeated by Tan Yuruo's sword sooner or later. So, he made a bold decision. He decided to use his physical advantage to lure Tan Yuruo into revealing a flaw.

Gong Zhejin's body accelerated again, moving across the field like a ghost, each movement perfectly avoiding Tan Yuruo's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack. Although Tan Yuruo's offensive was fierce, the long and intense battle had caused her physical strength to decline, and her movements gradually became sluggish.