God Destroying Pearl

The pillar of fire and the sword lotus met in the air, and suddenly there was a deafening roar.

Powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out in all directions, and the protective spiritual shield around the arena was instantly illuminated red, and began to vibrate violently, as if it would shatter in the next second.

The people watching around were forced to retreat again and again by the powerful impact.

Many people quickly used their spiritual power to protect themselves, their faces filled with shock and amazement, staring intently at the fierce battle on the arena, afraid of missing any exciting moments.

However, although the strongest means deployed by the two were extremely powerful, they were equally strong and their defenses were extremely clever, so neither could do anything to the other.

The sword lotus and the fire column collided and dissipated again and again, then re-condensed and attacked again and again, fighting until the sky was dark, but it was still difficult to determine the winner.

As time went on, the spiritual energy of both of them was severely depleted, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their breathing became somewhat disordered.

In the end, after another fierce collision, both of them stopped at the same time and the game ended in a draw.

Although the fight did not determine the winner, the spectacular fighting scene had already made everyone present fascinated and excited.

Then the two ended their fight, put away their magic weapons, and walked out of the ring.

Their steps were light and their expressions remained calm, as if the fierce battle just now was just an ordinary sparring.

Everyone consciously made way for them, and watched them leave one after another with awe in their eyes.

After they left, the crowd was still talking and various voices were heard one after another.

"I think Fairy Mengli is better." A young monk said with an obsessed look on his face, his eyes full of admiration for Su Mengli.

"Why?" someone next to him asked curiously, looking at him with confusion.

"Because I think she is more gentle." The young monk scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

That reason was really laughable and fully revealed his narcissism.

When the others heard his remarks, they were speechless and gave him strange looks.

Some people even rolled their eyes and whispered: "What kind of reason is this? It's ridiculous."

"In fact, neither of them used their full strength. They must have been holding back." A middle-aged monk who looked quite calm touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

There was a hint of deep insight into the world in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had seen something.

"Of course. This isn't a life-and-death battle. We should just stop when we have enough."

The others nodded in agreement. After all, this was just a competition to test one's strength. There was no need to fight to the death. If they really used all their strength and something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

Song Yun stood in the crowd, listening to everyone's discussions, and had a deeper understanding of the strength of these two people.

But he didn't stay for too long, after all, he had important things to do in Jinshi City.

"My fellow Daoist, I'm new here and I'd like to ask you which weapon refining shop has the best reputation in Jinshi City?" He immediately asked a cultivator next to him.

"Oh, you are asking about the weapon refining shop. It must be the 'Xuantie Weapon Refining Pavilion'. That shop has been open in our Jinshi City for many years. The weapon refining masters inside have superb skills, and the magic weapons they create are of high quality. It also has a good reputation, and many cultivators like to go there. Just walk straight along this main street, turn left at the end, and you will see it. The sign is quite big and very conspicuous." Upon hearing this, the cultivator turned his head and glanced at Song Yun. Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, he answered enthusiastically.

When Song Yun heard this, he was delighted and hurriedly thanked the monk.

Then he followed the direction he pointed and walked towards the "Black Iron Refining Pavilion".

Along the way, Song Yun looked at the various shops on both sides of the street, and he had a deeper understanding of the prosperity of Jinshi City.

At the same time, he was full of anticipation for the weapon refining pavilion he was about to arrive at, wondering if he could successfully repair and upgrade the level of the ethereal sword there.

Soon, Song Yun saw a rather imposing pavilion with a huge sign hanging above the gate.

There are five big characters "Xuantie Refining Pavilion" written on it. The font is strong and powerful, revealing an ancient and majestic charm.

The door was open, and monks were coming in and out from time to time. It seemed that business was quite prosperous.

Song Yun stepped into the weapon refining pavilion.

As soon as you step in, you will feel a unique breath coming towards you.

Various magical weapons and materials are displayed in the pavilion, and many exquisite spiritual tools that have been made are hung on the surrounding walls. They sparkle with charming luster under the sunlight, demonstrating the extraordinary heritage of this weapon refining pavilion.

A middle-aged man dressed simply but neatly saw Song Yun coming in, and immediately put on a professional smile on his face and greeted him warmly.

"Sir, welcome to the Black Iron Refining Pavilion. What may I help you with?" The middle-aged waiter bowed slightly and saluted.

"Excuse me, buddy. I have a broken spiritual sword here. I would like to ask you to help see if it can be repaired. If possible, it would be best if you can help upgrade its level." Song Yun also politely bowed and said.

"So that's how it is. Then please take out the broken sword and let me have a look. However, whether it can be repaired or upgraded can only be known after it has been checked by the weapon refiner in our pavilion." Upon hearing this, the clerk's smile widened and he hurriedly said.

Song Yun nodded, then reached into the storage bag, fumbled around, and carefully took out the ethereal sword that was broken into two sections.

During the process of taking it out, Song Yun's movements were extremely gentle. He held the broken sword in both hands and handed it to the waiter.

"It's this sword. I hope you can help me take a look at it."

Upon seeing this, the guy hurriedly took the broken sword with both hands and looked at it carefully. Although he was not a professional weapon refiner, he could tell that the sword seemed to be somewhat unusual.

"Sir, please wait a moment. I will take it to the weapon refiner in the pavilion. You can just walk around here first." The waiter looked at Song Yun and said.

Having said that, the waiter turned around and walked into the pavilion holding the broken sword.

The guy walked hurriedly through several aisles filled with materials and semi-finished magic weapons, and came to a relatively quiet area.

There are several tables here, and behind each table sits a weapon refiner, fiddling with the objects in his hands intently.

The waiter walked straight to the table of an old weapon refiner with gray hair and a weathered face, but with a focused expression, and gently placed the broken sword on the table.

The weapon refiner, who was concentrating on drawing runes for a spiritual weapon, was startled by the sudden movement. He frowned slightly and raised his head to scold.

But when his eyes fell on the broken sword, he was suddenly startled, his eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, and the action of drawing runes in his hand stopped.

He quickly reached out and picked up the broken sword, examining it over and over again, the shock in his eyes becoming more and more intense.

"This sword...how did it appear here?" he thought to himself.

"What does the person who sent this sword look like? Tell me in detail." After coming to his senses, the weapon refiner hurriedly asked the waiter.

Seeing the weapon refiner's reaction, the clerk knew in his heart that this sword might not be simple. He did not dare to slack off at all and hurriedly described Song Yun's appearance in detail, from his clothes to his facial expression, for fear of missing out on any important information.

After hearing this, the weapon refiner nodded slowly, and after thinking for a moment, he said to the waiter, "Go back and calm the guest down first, and don't let him get suspicious. I will take the sword and report to Manager He. This matter is very serious and must be decided as soon as possible."

After saying that, he carefully wrapped the broken sword with a piece of cloth, then stood up hurriedly, holding the sword and walked quickly towards the third floor of the weapon refining pavilion.

Arriving outside the last room on the third floor, the weapon refiner took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

“Boom…Boom…Boom…”

A few rapid knocks on the door sounded particularly clear in this quiet corridor.

After a while, the door slowly opened and an old man who looked like a butler appeared at the door.

The old man was wearing a navy blue robe, his face was thin, but his eyes were extremely sharp, revealing an air of shrewdness and competence.

He looked at the weapon refiner outside the door and frowned slightly.

"Why are you so flustered?" the old man asked with a hint of doubt in his tone.