The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Finally unable to hold on any longer, Hu Xingtong was no longer able to hold the sword and collapsed to the ground. The scanning eyes in Hu Xingtong's eyes flashed with a faint golden light.

"Bang bang bang!" A light curtain seemed to appear in front of him, causing ripples.

Is that Sihe? Don't come over here. I don't want you to see me in this mess. It's too ugly...

"Is your Dao heart broken? Then I will help you break your Dao foundation as well. Don't go on a road you can't walk on. Don't follow the footsteps of your predecessors..." Ji Changfeng squatted in front of Hu Xingtong, with an attack concentrated in his hands. Hu Xingtong didn't care, but just looked at a part of the light curtain, praying in his heart that Gu Sihe must not come out.

You must not look at yourself in your current state. It is too ugly, too messy, and too embarrassing.

Gu Sihe could no longer bear to watch this, so he took out his spear and stabbed again and again, as if he wanted to shatter the light curtain.

Seeing this, Gu Qingzhe stopped trying to stop him and said, "Gather your strength into one point, and use that one point to break a million pounds!"

Gu Sihe listened, and the next moment he seemed to have an epiphany, and his aura became stronger.

"Ah!" With a loud shout, the spear pierced through the light curtain with all of Gu Sihe's strength, and in an instant turned into powder and dissipated into the air.

"Hu Xingtong! Hold on, I'll take you back. They're still waiting for you!"

It was a familiar voice, but it was the person Hu Xingtong least wanted to see at the moment.

It's over, it's all over, my miserable appearance has been seen by everyone.

Blood gushed out of his throat, and Hu Xingtong finally understood why people vomited blood in TV dramas. It was impossible not to vomit blood if he had internal injuries.

The scene in front of her eyes became increasingly blurry. Hu Xingtong only saw Ji Changfeng turn his head. She was worried that he would vent his anger on Sihe, so she tried to raise her arms. However, the heaviness of her body prevented her from holding onto one of Ji Changfeng's feet. She could only barely grab a small piece of his clothes, but was pulled free when he stood up.

"Sihe...go away..." Ji Changfeng was a madman at this moment, and was no match for Gu Sihe at all.

Then, in the next moment, he was shaken out by the invisible air wave, and was smashed heavily to the ground, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Stay still!" Ji Changfeng didn't know what he saw, but after saying this viciously, he stopped attacking and returned to Hu Xingtong. He looked at the man lying in a pool of blood and smiled, "Your foundation is broken, so you can start over."

"Hmm? Fate weapon?" Ji Changfeng raised his hand as if he saw something.

The Qing Huan Sword fell into his hands. Ji Changfeng examined it carefully and sensed a familiar aura. He raised his head and shouted to the distance, "Come and see if it's from your tribe."

The palm of the hand was attached to the sword body of Qing Huanjian, and a shadow was pulled out from it. It was the sword spirit of Qing Huanjian - Gu Xunzhou.

"Xun Zhou, Ji Changfeng, don't touch it!" Hu Xingtong tried hard to get up and wanted to get his sword back, but was ruthlessly pressed back by a thug.

Then, an indifferent and majestic figure appeared in front of him and said something to Gu Xunzhou.

"Uncle, I beg you to save Xingxing!" Gu Sihe was shouting and begging behind him. Gu Xunzhou was also struggling with his own abilities, trying his best.

However, Gu Qingzhe just looked at Gu Xunzhou, then looked at Hu Xingtong lying on the ground. There seemed to be a light in his indifferent eyes. He said to Ji Changfeng in front of Hu Xingtong: "Let her go. She is the most important person to Sihe. I owe her a favor for saving Siyuan. Just let her go quickly and don't torture her anymore."

Ji Changfeng looked at him, still with that harmless smile: "If you ask, I will answer. But this sword is her destiny weapon, it cannot be established without breaking it."

"I will protect the sword spirit, you just need to break the sword body." Gu Xunzhou said, turned around, and cast a spell to trap Gu Sihe and Gu Xunzhou in place.

"Uncle, what are you doing? Don't do that, I beg you!" Gu Sihe collapsed and shouted, and her tears made Hu Xingtong feel very uncomfortable.

"Senior Ji, if I must die, please give my master a message. If nothing else, tell him to go find Wen Zhao of the Huanyi Pavilion. I, an unfilial disciple, should repay my master's kindness."

Before leaving, Hu Xingtong and Wen Zhao had a message. If Tan Luo came looking for him later and he died, he would reveal his identity as Gu Xing, which would be his last gift to Fanyun Sect.

"I promise you, but you won't die... Someone will help you." Ji Changfeng smiled and looked at the Qing Huan Sword, muttering to himself, "It's a good sword, but it's a pity that its owner is not suitable."

"Buzz—Crack—"

After a buzzing sound, there were several sounds of metal falling to the ground.

The Qing Huan Sword turned into pieces of debris and lay scattered on the ground. After briefly emitting light, it gradually lost its luster and gradually dimmed in front of Hu Xingtong's eyes.

Hu Xingtong's consciousness gradually dissipated as the fragments of Qing Huanjian dimmed.

"Stars..." Gu Qingzhe lifted the restrictions on Gu Xunzhou and the others.

Gu Sihe almost flew to Hu Xingtong, pushed away Ji Changfeng who had just stood up, and almost roared, "Who are you to decide for her? Why do you treat her like this? It's not enough for you to break her Dao heart, you also broke her Dao foundation, and even didn't let go of her sword. What deep hatred do you have with her? Can't you let her live comfortably!"

"Xingxing, are you stupid? Now that you're back, just live a good life for a hundred years. What does this world have to do with you? The most important thing is that you live happily."

Gu Sihe and Hu Xingtong have some similar spiritual roots, so their spiritual powers are of the same origin to a certain extent. She just sat on the ground, holding the unconscious Hu Xingtong in her arms, continuously supplying her spiritual power over and over again to prevent it from being exhausted. The person in her arms showed no signs of waking up.

"Xingxing..." Gu Sihe hugged the person in her arms tightly. The only thing that could comfort her at this moment was the warmth from this person.

"Plop—wow—" A powerful attack came from nowhere, and just as Gu Sihe was feeling sad, it knocked Ji Changfeng to the ground.

Then he began to spit out large mouthfuls of blood, which was enough to show how powerful this person's attack was.

Then, when Gu Sihe reacted, a slender hand with distinct joints appeared in front of him. In the hand, there was a crystal-clear and plump pill. The voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and dullness as it said, "Take it for her. I will take you back."

Gu Sihe looked up and saw Tan Luo squatting in front of him, looking at Hu Xingtong in his arms, his face trembling slightly, as if he was a little angry.

"Master Tan, before you leave, could you please find some Heaven Grade Qingtian Bamboo for Xingtong? This is the purpose of Xingxing coming here."

Tan Luo nodded. After Gu Sihe took the pill, he stood up and looked at the fallen Ji Changfeng. He said in a cold voice, "It's okay to destroy her Dao foundation and Dao heart, but destroying her natal sword will make her sad. So, you have to pay the price."