The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

In the second half, Hu Xingtong merged the games together again, not for any other reason, but because these two games were competitions between Tan Yuruo and Gong Zhejin, and she wanted to pair them up on the spot.

"Senior Sister, why don't we just fight one-on-one? Why do you have to bring this person here?" Tan Yuruo said dissatisfiedly as she looked at Gong Zhejin beside her.

Hu Xingtong looked at her dissatisfied expression and replied with a smile: "I have advanced, so I want to try to fight two people alone. Just think of me as arrogant and go ahead."

"Hmph, senior sister is very arrogant, then I have to put her abilities to the test." With a delicate cry, a wind blade condensed in Tan Yuruo's hand, and her figure moved towards Hu Xingtong as quickly as an arrow.

At the same time, Gong Zhejin behind him also put away his playful smile, holding a folding fan and cooperating with Tan Yuruo to attack forward.

Seeing that the two of them were moving so fast, Hu Xingtong curled the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his eyebrows even more ostentatiously, then raised his right hand and formed a seal with one hand.

Seeing Hu Xingtong raise his hand, Tan Yunuo secretly said that something was wrong, and the wind blade condensed in his hand was swung out instantly. For a moment, the entire arena was covered with wind blades, and Gong Zhejin shuttled back and forth in the wind blades, the speed was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

"It's too late. You've given a formation master too much time." Hu Xingtong smiled proudly, his figure flashed, and he disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, a high red wall rose from under the feet of Tan Yuruo and the others. The moment the wall formed, Gong Zhejin realized that something was wrong and immediately turned around to pull Tan Yuruo away, but he was still a step too slow.

The crimson wall condensed in just a breath, and Hu Xingtong stood on top of it, radiating crimson-gold spiritual energy. His thin lips opened and closed as he chanted, "Hokage, vacuum."

In an instant, countless figures made of flames flashed out from the high red wall. The figures held swords and rushed towards Tan Yuruo.

Meanwhile, Hu Xingtong sat on top of the high wall, watching Gong Zhejin's figure flashing and slashing at the crimson wall. White spiritual energy emanated from his body, as if he had discovered something interesting. He murmured, "Snow spiritual roots? Feng Wuxue, they really suit my junior sister."

"It's just..." Hu Xingtong hesitated, raised his lips and smiled softly: "You can't run away."

He raised his right hand and pressed it down, "Gravity, overwhelming force!"

"Rumble--"

Thunder resounded throughout the entire stadium. The people in the stands only saw two high walls, one purple and one red, separating Tan Yuruo and Gong Zhejin respectively. Then, one was filled with thunder bombardments, and the other was filled with fiery men chasing with swords. Hu Xingtong sat in mid-air, smiling at the two struggling people, like a spectator of a chess player playing a trick on others.

[I'm just activating a formation, why do I have to say it out loud? It feels so childish.]

"What do you know? This is called a passionate, chuunibyou soul. Who hasn't had a passionate dream? Look, those people on the stage are so excited. Facts have proven that in order to cater to the majority of players, in-game characters are designed to be somewhat chuunibyou and passionate."

After Hu Xingtong finished speaking, a golden spiritual fire condensed on his fingers, and the spiritual fire wrote two golden runes in the air.

"Golden armor, Hokage warrior." As Hu Xingtong murmured, the golden runes were pointed at the two high walls below the stage.

Two golden runes shot out towards the two-colored high walls, and then several golden armored warriors covered in flames stood up from the high walls, waving their weapons at the people inside the walls.

[Honestly, I think you're being a bit too arrogant right now. Won't that offend people?]

"It's okay. My arrogance doesn't affect other people's interests. Those who like me will like me no matter what I look like. Those who don't like me won't like me even if I'm their ideal. So, of course, everything has to be based on my happiness."

"Those who don't like you will secretly try to trip you up. You're not strong enough right now, what if you get into danger?"

Hearing this, Hu Xingtong smiled gently and silently explained to Chen Wu in his heart: "Aren't we here in this world just to experience it? I used to play this game, and many players in the game were the kind who came to the game to feel superior. They would affect my gaming experience. Sometimes their sense of superiority would directly lead to actions, and affect my interests. Even so, I still couldn't do anything because they relied on the laws of the country. As long as their behavior was not out of line, they would not be punished. So, their actions were just some flies shouting, annoying but not a direct threat."

"But it's different here. If someone really dislikes me, they will definitely take action. However, I have a master and fellow disciples, and I am quite powerful myself. Moreover, I will eventually return. My time here is nothing but a fleeting dream. The suffering I have endured here is nothing more than a copy of a game to me. Therefore, the likes and dislikes of the people here have nothing to do with me."

Hu Xingtong sighed and said with a look of relief: "What's more, in my world, I have seen worse perspectives than this, but despite this, I still lived my life."

"What you said seems to make sense. So what are you going to do next? Continue your "middle school second act"? 】

Hu Xingtong's smile widened, a sly glint in his eyes. "Of course, the game has just begun. However, I have to leave them some surprises. After all, happiness is better shared than happiness alone."

After she finished speaking, she quickly formed seals with her hands and muttered, "Sword Shadow, Divination Technique."

As she finished her words, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the arena, and several Hu Xingtongs slowly walked out of it. Each "Hu Xingtong" was holding a Qing Huan Sword in his hand. From their aura and demeanor, it was impossible to tell who was who.

"Oh my god, is this a clone or something?" The disciples in the stands were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. They had never seen such a scene before. For a moment, cheers and exclamations rang out one after another.

Tan Yuruo and Gong Zhejin's expressions changed drastically upon seeing this. They hadn't expected Hu Xingtong to have this ability. The strength of each "Hu Xingtong" was nearly equal to the original, making the already difficult situation even more difficult.

"Senior Sister, this is too unfair!" Tan Yuruo shouted while dodging the attack of the Fire Warrior.

Hu Xingtong laughed so hard on the high wall that his body shook with laughter. "Foul? That's my unique charm, isn't it? Well, the game time is over, it's time to close the net."

She waved her sleeves lightly, and those clones seemed to have received orders and began to capture Tan Yuruo and Gong Zhejin in an orderly manner, while the fire warriors continued to carry out their tasks. The scene became extremely chaotic for a while.

At this moment, Hu Xingtong's figure flashed again and appeared between Tan Yuruo and Gong Zhejin. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and concentrated. A powerful spiritual power surged out of her body and instantly enveloped the entire arena.

"Fusion, everything becomes one!"

As her words fell, all the elements on the field began to surge wildly. Flames, thunder, wind blades... all attacks were released at this moment, shooting towards the position where Tan Yuruo and Gong Zhejin were.

When everything calmed down, everyone only saw two disheveled figures gasping for breath. Their condition at the moment was not very good, and they were really tortured badly.

There is no doubt that Hu Xingtong won this game!