The Weapon Refiner nodded his head heavily and said, "This kid used the simplest Thousand Hammer Hundred Refinement Technique and the materials he used were all ordinary materials to refine a Profound Weapon."
As he spoke, the blacksmith handed the longsword that Fang Chen had forged to Attendant Li.
Manager Li took the longsword and carefully examined it.
A moment later, manager Li's expression was grave as he looked at Fang Chen. "This is the weapon you refined?"
Fang Chen nodded and said, "It was refined by me."
"From today onwards, you're part of the Forging Pavilion. In the future, you'll be responsible for refining weapons. If there's a need, he'll inform you," slowly said manager Li.
Fang Chen was overjoyed. "Many thanks, manager Li."
"Alright, you can leave first." Deacon Li waved his hand and said.
Fang Chen wanted to say something, but hesitated. Manager Li saw this and asked, "What else do you want to say?"
"Manager Li, may I ask if I can live in the Forging Pavilion?" Fang Chen asked embarrassedly.
Deacon Li was stunned, and then he said, "Sure."
After saying this, the refiner brought Fang Chen away.
Deacon Li hurriedly went up to the third floor and entered a dark room.
"Manager Li, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" A melodious voice rang out.
"Manager Wang, a newcomer came to our Blacksmith Pavilion today." Attendant Li said.
"This newcomer is a genius." Manager Wang smiled.
"Nothing can be hidden from you, manager Wang," said manager Li.
"To be able to make you come and find me in such a hurry, this person must have some outstanding aspects." In a dark room, Manager Wang was half lying on a bed in a corner as he spoke.
"This is the weapon refined by this person," said manager Li.
Manager Wang took the weapon and glanced at it. "An ordinary profound weapon is nothing."
"Manager Wang, this person is not over thirty years old. Furthermore, he used the most ordinary Thousand Hammer Hundred Refinement Technique to refine it."
Hearing this, Manager Wang fell into silence.
After a long time, he said, "Use all your strength to nurture this person."
Back then, he had no idea that he would have alarmed Butler Wang of the Blacksmith Pavilion by coming to the Blacksmith Pavilion in order to solve his housing problem.
After joining the Crafting Pavilion, Fang Chen's housing problem was naturally solved.
However, if he had to forge weapons for the Blacksmith Pavilion every day, it would delay his cultivation.
Fang Chen thought to himself. He had to think of a way to earn more Purple Crystals as soon as possible.
One day, Fang Chen was chatting with a Weapon Refiner he was slightly familiar with.
"Brother, where can I earn spirit stones in Goldensword City?" Fang Chen asked.
"In terms of the speed of earning spirit stones, if the sword arena claims to be second, no one would dare to claim to be first." The weapon refiner grinned and said.
"Sword Arena?" Fang Chen asked doubtfully.
"The Sword Battle Arena is a place where True Martial Realm martial artists fight." The blacksmith said.
After some explanation, Fang Chen finally understood.
The so-called Sword Arena was identical to the Ancient Sword Continent's Martial Arena.
It was just that in the Sword Arena, all the martial artists were sword cultivators.
Fang Chen's cultivation was at the fourth level of the True Martial realm. In the Sword Arena, he couldn't be considered too strong, but he also couldn't be considered too weak.
After learning of the Sword Arena's existence, Fang Chen had a thought.
"Brother, are you interested in going to the Sword Arena to take a look?" Fang Chen smiled.
"Don't joke around. If we were to go to the Sword Arena, wouldn't we be courting death?"
"Well, it's fine to go take a look," said Fang Chen.
"Alright, since you want to go, I'll accompany you to have a look." Refiner Wang Gao laughed.
After passing through several streets, Fang Chen and Wang Gao finally arrived at the entrance of the Sword Arena.
At a glance, countless martial artists had gathered at the entrance of the Sword Battle Arena. These martial artists were all looking inside.
"There are so many people." Fang Chen couldn't help sighing.
Although the Sword Arena of the Burial Sword Prefecture was the same as the Martial Arena of the Ancient Sword Continent, there was a huge difference in essence.
The Martial Arena of the Ancient Sword Continent was filled with weak people at best. There weren't even any Spirit Vortex Realm martial artists.
The Sword Burial Prefecture's Sword Arena was filled with True Martial Realm cultivators.
Fang Chen and Wang Gao each paid a purple crystal and entered the Sword Coliseum.
After joining the Refining Pavilion, Fang Chen received a violet crystal as a reward for every newcomer.
Fang Chen used his only violet crystal to enter the Sword Arena.
After entering the Sword Arena, earth-shattering noises whistled through the air.
A vast aura assaulted them.
"So many people."
"The Sword Arena has millions of people every day," said Wang Gao.
Fang Chen couldn't help but click his tongue. A violet crystal per person meant millions of violet crystals in a day. Fang Chen didn't even dare to think about this number.
"Come, let's go sit."
Wang Gao pulled Fang Chen to a row of seats and sat down.
Below them, there were several arenas where intense battles were taking place.
"These martial artists are all here to earn spiritual stones," said Wang Gao.
Although it wasn't his first time in the Sword Arena, he was still very excited.
"Who do you think will win?" asked Wang Gao, looking at the first arena.
"The purple-robed man should win," said Fang Chen.
Sure enough, as soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, the purple-robed man swung his sword and defeated his opponent.
"Damn, you're not just guessing, are you?" Wang Gao clearly didn't believe it.
Fang Chen didn't explain. He shook his head.
The purple-robed man's cultivation was only at the first level of the True Martial Realm. In Fang Chen's eyes, it wasn't worth mentioning.
"In the Sword Arena, as long as you win, you can earn a lot of violet crystals." Wang Gao was envious.
"Then why don't you go fight?" asked Fang Chen.
Wang Gao glared at Fang Chen. "What do you know? The martial artists who dare to come to the Sword Arena are all geniuses among geniuses. With my strength, I don't dare to go up and embarrass myself.
"Moreover, if you want to fight, you need to have enough violet crystals," said Wang Gao.
"Why is that?" asked Fang Chen, puzzled.
"The Sword Arena has a rule for every battle. The loser must give the winner a certain amount of violet crystals. If you don't have violet crystals, who will fight with you?" said Wang Gao.
Fang Chen's eyes flickered as he sank into deep thought.
After watching for about an hour, Fang Chen was more or less familiar with the rules of the Sword Arena. He then said to Wang Gao, "I'm going to the washroom."
"Go," said Wang Gao.
Fang Chen quietly left. Then he found a corner, changed his clothes, put on a mask, and returned to the Sword Arena.
At this time, on one of the arenas, the arena master had won.
Fang Chen leaped up and stepped onto the arena.
"Here comes another one who wants to die."
On the arena, a fat man with big ears looked at Fang Chen sinisterly and said.
Crash!
Fang Chen released his aura of the 4th level of the True Martial Realm, which suddenly made the fat man panic-stricken.
The Sword Arena had a rule that martial artists of a higher level could not attack martial artists of a lower level. Otherwise, they would be punished by the Sword Arena. Flying out was the request of the lower level martial artist.
"Do you still want to fight?" asked Fang Chen.
The fat man's body trembled as he left the arena.
"Martial artists of the Lv 4 True Martial Realm can come up," said Fang Chen in a deep voice.
In an instant, countless martialists turned to look at Fang Chen.
"Hmph, too arrogant. Let me teach you a lesson." A man in a blood-red robe came to the arena.
"It's Xue Zhu. He actually came."
"It seems that this kid is out of luck."
The man in the blood-red robe was obviously very popular in the Sword Arena. Seeing him on the arena, many martial artists watched with wide eyes.
Even Wang Gao's eyes lit up in the stands. "Xue Zhu hasn't fought for a long time."
Wang Gao glanced and found that Fang Chen had not returned yet. However, at this moment, he could not care less.
Swoosh!
Fang Chen had only used one sword move. It was a move that could shock the heavens and make ghosts and gods weep.
It directly pierced Xue Zhu's body and instantly defeated him, forcing him out of the arena.
Crash!
The entire Sword Arena was in an uproar. Countless martial artists watched this scene in shock.
"He defeated Xue Zhu with one move."
"How is it possible? Even a martial artist of the Lv 4 True Martial Realm can't defeat Xue Zhu with one move."
"This kid's strength is too incredible."
Fang Chen's defeat of Xue Zhu with one move caused an uproar in the Sword Arena.
Not far away, He Xuelin and others were chatting.
Suddenly, Fatty Li walked over in a hurry.