The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

The warm liquid hit his cheek, and Hu Xingtong finally came back to his senses. He suddenly noticed the mess beside him. It seemed that someone had fainted and someone was feeding him pills. He heard Gu Sihe's concerned words in his ears: "Don't move, I'll wipe it for you."

Looking closely, she saw Si Nan had fallen to the ground in front of her at some point. The bloodstains on his body and the bright red marks on his face told her what had just happened.

"What's wrong with him? What happened to me just now?" Hu Xingtong looked at Gu Sihe with a confused look on his face and asked.

"It's my fault," Gu Sihe was about to speak, but the powerful male voice behind her silenced her instantly, leaving the two of them a chance to communicate and explain. Sinan then continued, "I just used our sect's secret method to look into Mr. Hu's present and future, but I only saw a layer of white mist and pitch black. It seems your path is unknown, and the cause and effect of your actions are vast and uncertain."

Hu Xingtong didn't understand what he said, and Chen Wu didn't explain. Hu Xingtong thought it was probably ambiguous fortune-telling words, so she didn't take it to heart. However, Si Nan's sudden behavior of spying on her without saying a word really made her unhappy, and her impression of this man became bad in an instant.

Only Ye Nanhe understood what Si Nan said. The so-called white fog was obscured by the laws of nature and could not be seen. The so-called darkness meant that the road ahead was dangerous and there was no way back. The cause and effect were so huge, and this must be the reason why Si Nan was injured so seriously just now.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Hu, I am not feeling well and will not be able to challenge you in the second half. However, we may meet again someday. We will part ways now and see each other again."

Sinan clasped his hands together, said goodbye to everyone and then disappeared. Hu Xingtong thought that the goodbye he mentioned should be when he planned to go to the Qingxin Lake of Yin Zen Buddhism.

With Si Nan's episode, Hu Xingtong learned the hidden content of the competition from Ye Nanhe. Therefore, Hu Xingtong's need to increase his strength was imminent. Since there was still some time before his next competition, he said goodbye to several people from the Yu Jian Sect. After returning, he began to meditate and practice madly to ensure that he could survive the attack of a group of people.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the day for the next competition. In this match, Hu Xingtong faced Qing Shimo from the Yu Jian Sect. He had indeed seen Qing Shimo's name in the list of the five competitions before, but at that time Hu Xingtong's attention was only on Ming Zhiyan, and he had no mind to check the background of the others. It was because of this momentary negligence that Hu Xingtong overlooked such a strong competitor.

"Hu Xingtong of Fanyun Sect versus Qing Shimo of Yujian Sect." After the referee's voice fell, the two people who had already met each other saluted each other.

Then Qing Shimo raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Hu, please have a serious competition with me."

He said this as if Hu Xingtong had not taken the previous competition seriously.

Hu Xingtong scratched her hair awkwardly. Today, her junior sister had combed her hair into the simplest and neatest ponytail. Thinking that she was facing off against the disciples of the Yu Jian Sect today, she couldn't be careless at all. Therefore, Hu Xingtong changed into a dark blue suit with narrow sleeves and a horse-faced robe, which made her look quite heroic.

"Then please give me some guidance, Senior Brother Qing."

After saying that, the two of them each took out their own swords. Hu Xingtong still used the Qing Huan Sword, which was more famous than his own, while Qing Shimo took out a heavenly-grade green long sword.

Just looking at the swords of the two, one can see some difference, but I don’t know how strong the two sword cultivators are.

Qing Shimo's body flashed like a breeze, and he jumped into the air in an instant. The green sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, pointing directly at Hu Xingtong, obviously intending to take the initiative to attack.

His swordsmanship was agile and swift, and each move contained a hint of soft and strong power. The tip of the sword drew green tracks in the air, which was beautiful but also full of murderous intent.

Seeing this, Hu Xingtong's eyes focused, and he tapped his feet lightly. His body moved around the venue like a fish, using his light body to dodge Qing Shimo's attacks.

If Hu Xingtong was not mistaken, the soft and strong force just now should be the sword intent that belonged to Qing Shimo alone. She had never thought that Qing Shimo had already comprehended his own sword intent at such a young age. It seemed that she had to take it seriously this time.

"Qing Huan Sword, unsheathe!" Hu Xingtong called out softly. As if sensing its master's will, the Qing Huan Sword in her hand vibrated slightly, emitting a faint crimson-gold glow that contrasted beautifully with her dark blue ensemble. With a twist of her wrist, the tip of the sword traced elegant arcs in the air, acting both as a defense against Qing Shimo's attack and as a precursor to a counterattack.

The two exchanged blows, swords flashing, and for a moment, it was difficult to tell who was better. Qing Shimo's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, and each strike seemed to carry a hint of hidden power, like the calm before the storm, which made Hu Xingtong sigh at his swordsmanship.

If this goes on, Hu Xingtong will definitely not be able to withstand it. She has no time to set up the formation or even draw talismans. She is completely suppressed. She also knows that she has no combat experience at all. She is just relying on her body's instinct to release moves. Her brain can't keep up with the reaction. It's better to say that she is unwilling to believe it. She doesn't dare to believe her own abilities and feels that the attack power of external objects is much stronger than her own.

But even in this environment, Hu Xingtong was unable to cast formations or perform those fancy moves. With all her abilities restricted, she didn't even know how to deal with it.

After much thought, Hu Xingtong decided to trust himself for once. While dodging Qing Shimo's attack, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed himself to relax and calm down completely.

No one knew why, but during this period of time, Qing Shimo stopped attacking. He looked at Hu Xingtong who was adjusting his condition in front of him and chose to give the other party some buffer time. As a sword cultivator, Qing Shimo cultivated pure will. He wanted to fight fairly, so he reminded Hu Xingtong to take it seriously before the game started.

However, the actions of the two made the people in the stands uneasy, and they discussed the significance of their actions.

Those who understand naturally understand and are also curious whether Hu Xingtong will change this time.

Just when everyone felt that time was too long, Hu Xingtong opened her eyes, looked gratefully in the direction of Qing Shimo, and then swung the hand holding the sword lightly. The moment the sword light appeared, Qing Shimo narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to feel a pure fighting spirit at this moment. Was it from her?

Qing Shimo refused to be outdone. He took a deep breath, his spiritual energy surging within him, and his sword shone brightly, preparing to meet Hu Xingtong's counterattack. Hu Xingtong, however, seemed to be reborn at this moment. Her eyes became unusually firm, and she exuded an unprecedented aura, a pure and intense aura unique to sword cultivators.

Qing Shimota swung his sword horizontally and rushed out suddenly. Compared with just now, Hu Xingtong looked serious at this moment. The competition between the two people started from the ground and went up to the sky. Above the arena, there was only the sound of metal colliding.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves had passed.

At this moment, there are two people, a pure sword cultivator against a sword genius with useful sword spirituality. Both of them are at a similar level, but have comparable sword strength.