The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Two days later, Hu Xingtong finally finished purifying all the materials. This kind of work that used to take several months was compressed into two days by her. It is conceivable how much it took on her.

Without getting up, Hu Xingtong knew that he was exhausted. He raised his hand tremblingly, took out a small bottle of recovery pills from his storage ring, and poured it all into his mouth.

His cheeks gurgled as he chewed the pills with great effort.

If she had known this earlier, she would have made the pill smaller. Really, no matter how much she researched, she never came up with the kind of pill that melts in the mouth as described in novels. We just want to know if there is a possibility that the pill melts in the mouth because it has spiritual power to digest it. In the case of insufficient or no spiritual power, the pill itself is just a medicinal ingredient, how can it melt in the mouth?

I don't know why I was distracted, but I reacted quickly. After I finished the pill in my mouth, Hu Xingtong recovered.

Spiritual power circulated in her palm, wrapping the materials in the strange fire and continuously compressing them. At the same time, Hu Xingtong took all twenty-seven strange fires back into her palm. At this moment, the three-colored strange fire was constantly compressed in Hu Xingtong's palm, and the materials in her hand gradually condensed into entities.

Gradually the shape emerged.

It is composed of two crescent-shaped structures, long and short, and the two structures are thick in the middle and thin at both ends, which makes it unique at first glance.

After completing the shaping, Hu Xingtong thought that it was time for his identity as a lone star to be revealed, so he condensed the strange fire again and drew a pentagram pattern on the embryo that had just been shaped. Then he placed the embryo aside and prepared other objects.

Although she didn't know whether anyone would see her little action, as long as she did it, Wen Zhao, who had been watching in the stands, would take action.

Sure enough, when Hu Xingtong began to draw the pentagram pattern, Wen Zhao noticed it and immediately arranged for his men to replace the banner. After some operation, someone really noticed the difference.

"Hey, did you notice that Hu Xingtong just drew a pattern?"

"I noticed it, but I didn't see clearly what it was. I thought it was a trick, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

"I noticed it, it's five stars, and the pattern is exactly the same as the lone star!" Some people shouted out their discovery, and naturally there were people who refuted it.

"How is that possible? No one can draw someone imitating Lone Star. Who does she think she is? She is not the real Lone Star, why is she pretending?" It can be seen from the sound that the person is a die-hard fan of Lone Star and will never allow anyone to do things under the name of Lone Star.

"Look over there at Huanyi Pavilion!" Someone quickly noticed the changes in the banner at Huanyi Pavilion. On it was written red cloth with yellow letters: Congratulations to Hu Xingtong for winning the first place in the weapon path, and congratulations to Guxing for setting a new record!

"Oh my god, what does that mean? Who is Guxing? Is he Hu Xingtong?"

Han Qianyu and the other two also noticed this scene. The two people who knew what was going on had their mouths twitching imperceptibly as they watched the shocking scene in front of them.

This... is a bit too ostentatious.

If Xiao Yuheng had known that Wen Zhao would use this method to expose Hu Xingtong's identity, he would never have fooled him.

This... is so embarrassing!

Xiao Yuheng covered his face and couldn't bear to watch.

Seeing the actions of the two, Tan Yunuo still had something she didn't understand. Originally, she had only guessed in her mind, but now everything has been confirmed. Guxing is Hu Xingtong, and senior sister is Guxing. Then, who is the weapon being refined on the stage, which uses both the Pure Killing Pill and the Wind Killing Talisman, being refined for?

Tan Yuruo didn't dare to think about it and could only continue to look at the busy figures on the stage.

As someone confirmed with Wen Zhao, the identity of Gu Xing is Hu Xingtong himself was spread. At the same time, under Wen Zhao's manipulation, the outside world has begun to circulate the photos of Hu Xingtong refining the Void Mirror and the Broken Sky Disk, as well as the strange phenomena produced when refining the Dragon Marrow Pill. Anyway, as long as it is about Hu Xingtong, Wen Zhao has released all the photos, and he is determined to make Hu Xingtong known to the world in one fell swoop.

Hu Xingtong on the stage didn't know all this. She only knew that her pills were almost gone, but her weapon was not yet finished.

This way, she won't have enough time.

Otherwise, I might as well make some recovery pills first.

Hu Xingtong did it as soon as he thought of it. He simply put his weapon aside and started to make medicine.

"Hu Xingtong... no, Guxing, why did she start refining medicine?"

"You don't understand. Weapon refining is a very long process and requires a lot of spiritual power. We often run out of spiritual power, so the level of weapons refined by weapon refiners generally does not exceed the tolerance range of their own realm."

"However, in extraordinary circumstances, when the need exceeds one's tolerance, people like Hu Xingtong who constantly takes drugs will appear. Therefore, most weapon refiners not only refine weapons but also refine some simple pills, just in case of emergency. Of course, some weapon refiners will prepare spirit-gathering formations or array plates in advance, but in situations like competitions, using spirit-gathering array plates will affect other weapon refiners."

"I get it. No wonder they're surrounded by pill bottles. They're all taking drugs."

With the monk's explanation, many people in the stands gained a certain understanding of the profession of weapon refiner and became more patient.

On the field, a group of weapon refiners who saw Hu Xingtong begin to refine the medicine couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Fellow Daoist Hu, can you sell me this pill? If you have the materials you need, I have them here. Can we exchange them?"

Hu Xingtong listened and became interested. Although she was not short of materials, she lacked rare materials. If they were rare enough, she could give them a few bottles of recovery pills at the critical moment of the competition. After all, refining medicine was just a trivial matter for her, like eating and sleeping, just a by-product.

"Sure, what can you give me?"

The man didn't hesitate and took out a third-grade Heavenly Grade Soul-Restoring Pill from his spiritual treasure storage. He handed it over and explained, "It's not very expensive, but I see that you are short of spiritual power right now. This may help you out."

Indeed, in Hu Xingtong's opinion, the thing was just ordinary and not a good thing, but it was indeed useful when she was short of spiritual power.

As luck would have it, a furnace of pills was ready. Hu Xingtong took the Soul-Returning Pill and then extended his hand for it, saying, "Give me a jade bottle. There aren't many pills in this furnace. I'll give you three, all of them are top-grade. You won't lose out."

They are all refining weapons for the monks who need to go to the battlefield. Although there is a difference between the best quality and the heavenly quality, it doesn't matter if they can help.

The man was somewhat flattered. After receiving it, he thanked repeatedly and found many heavenly spiritual plants from his storage of spiritual treasures and gave them to him, calling it equality.

After this, more people came up to exchange. Most people knew that the spiritual weapons refined by Hu Xingtong were very powerful, so they were in urgent need of the elixir that could temporarily improve physical strength. They were not stingy and gave gifts with the idea of ​​making friends even if they didn't want the elixir. Hu Xingtong would not let these people spend money in vain, so naturally everyone who saw it would get a share.