The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Finally, during a clash of spiritual energy moves, Gong Zhejin spotted a tiny flaw in Tan Yuruo's attack. Without hesitation, he launched a counterattack, waving his folding fan violently. A powerful wave of spiritual energy surged from the fan, colliding with Tan Yuruo's powerful wind with a deafening sound.

This collision was different from any previous one.

During this collision, Tan Yuruo deliberately revealed his flaws. The first rule of a killer is to never let the enemy see your flaws, even if there are any, they must be turned into nothingness.

The next moment, a black and red aura surged out from all directions in the arena. The murderous energy gathered at the feet of Tan Yuruo and spread to the blade. The black and red aura enveloped Tan Yuruo's entire body, looking weird and terrifying to outsiders.

At that moment, Gong Zhejin's attack struck again. Tan Yuruo wielded her long sword, unleashing a sudden burst of dark red wind. A dark red aura gathered around her, like a blazing flame beneath the night sky, eerie yet filled with destructive power. This aura merged with her long sword, imbuing the blade with a lingering aura of death. At that moment, Tan Yuruo's eyes became unusually cold and crimson.

She swung the long sword in her hand violently, and a black and red gale blew out like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, charging straight at Gong Zhejin with all-removing force. This gale contained an endless stream of hostility and murderous intent, seemingly capable of devouring all life, sending a shudder through the souls of everyone present.

Gong Zhejin's face changed drastically upon seeing this. He hurriedly mobilized all his spiritual energy, his folding fan creating intricate paths in the air, attempting to block the destructive gale.

However, Tan Yuruo's attack was far too powerful. Even with his full might, Gong Zhejin could only barely withstand the frontal thrust of the mighty wind. A dark red aura surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Gong Zhejin. At that moment, the entire arena seemed enveloped by this terrifying force, the air thick with oppression.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Gong Zhejin was blown backward by the powerful gale, his body drawing a long parabola in the air, and finally falling heavily to the ground. His face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously he had suffered considerable damage from the blow.

Tan Yuruo stood still, the dark red aura gradually dissipating, and her figure regained its former gentleness and quietness. Her gaze lingered on Gong Zhejin for a moment, and then she slowly withdrew her long sword, as if everything had been settled.

Seeing that Gong Zhejin did not stand up, the referee announced the result: "Fanyun Sect's Tan Yuruo versus Shenyin Sect's Gong Zhejin, Tan Yuruo wins."

Cheers and exclamations mingled in the audience, bringing this thrilling duel to a close. Tan Yuruo's victory not only galvanized the Fanyun Sect's disciples but also impressed audiences from other sects. No one had imagined that this seemingly quiet woman was actually a practitioner of the killing path, and possessed such astonishing power. This forced everyone to reconsider this young female disciple.

Gong Zhejin's fellow disciples hurried forward and helped him up, their expressions showing both regret and concern.

"Uncle Junior Master, are you okay?"

Gong Zhejin shook his head, struggling to stand, and looked in Tan Yuruo's direction. There was no resentment in his eyes, only due respect for the strong. His loss in this match was not unfair. First, his rival was careless, then he angered her, and finally, his arrogance missed the opportunity to turn the tables. It can be said that he lost completely.

On this side, Tan Yuruo just casually glanced at Gong Zhejin and the others, then turned and walked towards Hu Xingtong and the others.

Hu Xingtong looked at the girl on the stage who was smiling brightly, with a smile on his lips. Recalling the scene of last night, he had simply demonstrated all the moves of the Killing Sword Song, but she could perform a general outline of this set of sword techniques today. This showed that her talent in the way of killing was incomparable to Hu Xingtong.

"Not bad, you have learned this move ten times better." Hu Xingtong greeted him with a smile, his eyes full of admiration and satisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Tan Yuruo stopped and came over with a smile: "Thanks to your guidance, I was able to understand it."

"But... Senior Sister, when will you give me a Lone Star weapon? I'm so jealous seeing Fourth Senior Brother holding the Chuiyun." Tan Yuruo's face moved much closer to Hu Xingtong, and her warm breath spread across Hu Xingtong's cheek, bringing a burst of heat. Hu Xingtong coughed lightly and quickly retreated, hurriedly replying, "I'll go back and find her. Don't worry, we have to wait for her to figure it out for you."

Afraid that if he stayed there any longer, Tan Yunruo would say something to him again, Hu Xingtong found an excuse to leave and returned alone to the inn where Fanyun Sect was staying.

"Huh, I always feel that if I say anything more, she will have to pull down my underwear. Isn't it that killers are so sensitive?" Hu Xingtong finally breathed a sigh of relief after returning to the room. Tan Yuruo's tone and expression just now were clearly urging him, as if she already knew that Guxing was him. Those words didn't sound like she was asking him to convey a message at all.

"Not really. Even if she knew you were Lone Star, she wouldn't tell anyone. After all, your current strength can't match the Lone Star's reputation."

"Why don't I feel like you are trying to comfort me?" Hu Xingtong drank some tea and always felt that something was wrong with the system's words.

[I'm not trying to comfort you, I'm just reminding you to keep working hard.]

"I don't care about you."

After ignoring the system, Hu Xingtong looked at the schedule he had taken earlier. It should be said that things in this world are somewhat modernized. Things like schedules have special records.

Judging from the current scores, Hu Xingtong is firmly in first place, and the second is a person named Ming Zhiyan. Guess, this should be the Fu Zhenzong that I had tricked in the first game.

After that, the third person became Tan Yuruo, the fourth became Xiao Yuheng, the fifth was Gong Zhejin, and the sixth was still Gu Sihe, but the seventh was not Nan Ling, but a man named Sinan, and Nan Ling was in eighth place.

"Who is this Sinan?" Hu Xingtong had never paid attention to the people after the eighth place before, so this person who suddenly came up really aroused his curiosity.

[You probably won't meet a Zen Buddhist disciple, but this person came this year just for Gu Sihe.]

Huh? Something big?

"If there is something, tell me quickly." Hu Xingtong couldn't wait to eat melons.

It wasn't anything special. While you were out training, Ye Nanhe also took Gu Sihe out for training. Since sword cultivators in the Yu Jian Sect all have courses to cultivate their minds, the first place Ye Nanhe took Gu Sihe to was the Pure Heart Lake of the Yin Zen Sect. And, as you know, Gu Sihe's carefree nature caught the attention of this pure-hearted Buddhist disciple. This Buddhist disciple wasn't a normal monk either, so the two of them got along very well and spent time together.