The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

The battle between Hu Xingtong and Qing Shimo became a topic of discussion among disciples of various sects. What's more, some sects even recorded the fight between the two with photo stones and used it as teaching materials for their own sects. Amid such noisy discussions, by the afternoon, Hu Xingtong had already recovered with the help of Sun Ze's elixir.

At this moment, the second half of today's competition, which is also the final game, is about to begin.

Hu Xingtong and Ming Zhiyan stood on the ring. Hu Xingtong looked at the man opposite him who had been fooled by him before and was now standing there calmly. He felt inexplicably guilty. Most of the points difference between him and him were due to the money he had cheated from him.

"Hu Xingtong of Fanyun Sect versus Ming Zhiyan of Fuzhen Sect. Start now."

After the referee finished speaking, the two men didn't move. However, Hu Xingtong looked at Ming Zhiyan from a distance and asked, "How about we compete in formation and talisman techniques? You know I'm a swordsman and I understand formations, so it wouldn't be fair to you."

Ming Zhiyan looked up at her with disdain, "So what if she's a sword cultivator? I've fought against many sword cultivators along the way. Why not have a duel?"

Hearing this, Hu Xingtong raised an eyebrow and looked at him. It was unclear whether this man was too conceited or too confident in his own strength. He poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and said, "Then you just wait and see!"

Hu Xingtong shouted loudly, and his figure shot out like an arrow. With his light body and illusion, Hu Xingtong flashed directly to Ming Zhiyan's side at the fastest speed, and a circle of light and shadow appeared under his feet.

Formation pattern, it seems that this person had set up a formation under his feet when he was talking just now. It's a pity that it was seen through.

Hu Xingtong looked at the formation pattern that suddenly rose under his feet, shook his head and sighed, then pointed his sword, and a sharp sword light shot out. In just a moment, the formation was broken.

Ming Zhiyan was only surprised for a moment when he saw this. He quickly moved away from Hu Xingtong while his hands were rapidly forming seals in front of his chest.

At this moment, several huge golden shadows suddenly condensed in front of Ming Zhiyan. Each shadow was like a burly soldier, protecting Ming Zhiyan. As Ming Zhiyan moved, the soldiers waved their swords and slashed towards Hu Xingtong's position.

Seeing this, Hu Xingtong chuckled, and the amusement on his face became even more intense. At this moment, Hu Xingtong's aura changed, and an invisible energy surrounded him. That feeling of reality and illusion also made Ming Zhiyan deeply appreciate it at this moment.

However, unlike the battle with Qing Shimo, a golden halo flashed in Hu Xingtong's eyes, and the scanning eye was opened at this time, immediately scanning and analyzing the phantoms of several soldiers.

Hu Xingtong's scanning eyes quickly captured the structure and energy flow of the golden shadow soldiers, and a confident smile curled up at the corner of her mouth. In her eyes, these seemingly powerful soldiers were nothing more than illusions formed by the power of runes, and their essence was fragile.

"A mere illusion, you think you can trap me?" Hu Xingtong whispered, then swung the Qing Huan sword in her hand, and lightly tapped the ground with the tip of the sword. Suddenly, circles of delicate array patterns spread out from her as the center, causing ripples, forming a subtle confrontation with Ming Zhiyan's previous array.

"I've said before, the edge of my sword is truth, and whatever it pierces is void!" Hu Xingtong smiled faintly, his figure standing on the ring like a god descending to earth. Wherever his sword passed, the golden shadows of the soldiers began to ripple, as if disturbed by an invisible force, their movements becoming slow and clumsy. Ming Zhiyan's face changed slightly when he saw this. He hadn't expected Hu Xingtong to be so skilled not only in swordsmanship but also in his understanding and application of battle formations.

"Hmph, I underestimated you, but that's all." Ming Zhiyan snorted coldly and changed the hand seals with his hands again. This time, he no longer relied on illusions. He directly analyzed the trajectory of the sword techniques used by Hu Xingtong, drew strange runes on his chest, and flew out in an instant, hitting Hu Xingtong's feet.

Hu Xingtong tilted his head to look at him, but he didn't put on any defense. The smile on his face didn't fade. He continued, "You've made rapid progress. You're indeed a genius in this area. But you're learning in the wrong direction. Reversal won't work on the Grandmaster."

After saying this, Hu Xingtong swung his sword, and the scarlet-gold sword light directly shattered the strange rune. The sword light passed through the rune and finally stopped in front of Ming Zhiyan, shattering the formation he was about to condense. Then, Hu Xingtong said arrogantly: "I said, I also know formations. I am also a sword cultivator. Naturally, I understand that I can't give the formation master too much time. Besides, I haven't used my full strength yet."

These words were not only arrogant but also extremely offensive. Dan Yangzi on the high platform even lost all composure and cursed: "Look at her, too arrogant! What's wrong with being a sword cultivator? Does a sword cultivator deserve to be superior to a formation master? Let her continue. I don't believe she can do anything with just a sword!"

Bai Chengyan, who was watching from the side, also felt that Hu Xingtong was being a bit too arrogant. He poked Tan Luo and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you stop him?"

Tan Luoren was as calm as a chrysanthemum. He took a sip of tea and said indifferently, "She is very arrogant, but she has no bad intentions. She just wanted your disciple to agree to compete with her in formation attainments. Your disciple was too arrogant and insisted on competing with her in other things. You can't blame others."

"You... well, well, let them compete. I want to see how you, a weapon cultivator who also studies formations and runes, can compare to a specialist." Dan Yangzi was so angry that he simply ignored it and sat there catching his breath.

On the stands, Ming Zhiyan did not give up and condensed runes again. This time, he used the same method against Hu Xingtong and used the remaining sword intent of Hu Xingtong to set up a formation.

"Rune sword formation, activate!" With Ming Zhiyan's low shout, those rune weapons seemed to come alive, spinning around him, forming an impenetrable sword net. Each sword was pointing at Hu Xingtong, ready to strike.

Hu Xingtong didn't flinch from this sudden attack; instead, her fighting spirit intensified. She accelerated again, weaving through the sword nets like a ghost. Each dodge was perfectly timed, barely grazing the sword tips, leaving a trail of afterimages.

"Use the sword to break the formation, and use the formation to control the sword. This is the true way of a sword formation master." Hu Xingtong's voice echoed in the sword net. She suddenly stopped, raised the long sword above her head, and a bright light condensed at the tip of the sword. It was the perfect fusion of her spiritual power and the formation.

"Look at this, sword rain and stars!" With a clear whistle, the long sword in Hu Xingtong's hand seemed to turn into the brightest star in the night sky. Countless sword lights poured out like raindrops, and each sword light accurately hit the center of the sword formation. Accompanied by crisp collision sounds, the light and shadow of the formation shattered, and the sword net collapsed in an instant.

Ming Zhiyan's face darkened upon seeing this, realizing he had been too arrogant. Just as he was about to unleash a more powerful force, Hu Xingtong sheathed her sword and smiled at him, her eyes filled with respect and admiration.

"Your rune sword formation is indeed extraordinary, but I am a sword cultivator who understands formations. I just want to compete with you in formations and runes. Why don't we change the way of competition? What do you think?" Hu Xingtong's words were gentle and powerful, which gradually calmed Ming Zhiyan's resentment. Recalling the talent Hu Xingtong showed in the first competition, it seemed that what she said could be believed.

"Then how do you plan to compete?" Ming Zhiyan withdrew his hand and looked back at her.