Sword God

May 10, 395, the true martial calendar.

It has been eight months since Chen Zong entered the clan hall, and he was the chief king for the eighth time.

"Chen Zong, though lost to you every time, but my blood has been refined four times. Tomorrow, I will become a warrior, earlier than you." Although Chen Guzhan lost, he was not discouraged Because he is already used to it.

"Congratulations." Chen Zong said with a smile: "But you have to work harder, otherwise I might overtake you after I become a warrior."

"You have no chance." Chen Guzhan fisted with confidence.

At first, his blood gas quenching was slow, but after the first pass, the second pass was significantly faster, and the third pass was faster. Now, eight months later, the fourth pass is completed, and later it is superior to Chen Fenghua. Those who contacted Hu Xiaojue earlier can be regarded as talented, but he did not know that Chen Zong was already refining his sixth flesh at this time, and it was not far from completion.

Otherwise, he will not be so confident.

Yitan Huyang Zhuanggu Liquor has made Chen Zong's blood gas refining progress slightly improved.

"In a month, I will definitely be able to complete the sixth pass of smelting." Chen Zong was very certain.

May 13th, 395th.

In the courtyard of Chen Chuyun.

"Chen Zong, tomorrow, you don't have to come again." Chen Chuyun's eyes fell on Chen Zong's face, and his tone was light and waterless.

Chen Zong puzzled.

"Tomorrow, I will leave the Clan Hall and go to the Qi Yao Wu Yuan." Chen Chuyun could see the doubts in Chen Zong's eyes and explained: "Yesterday, I participated in the battle of Fengwu City and won the top 100. Admitted to Qi Yao Wu Yuan."

Chen Zong understood immediately, but had more questions.

What is Qi Yao Wu Yuan?

What is the Battle of Fengwu City Elite?

"Do you know how big this land is?" Chen Chuyun asked back, his tone relaxed, and said to himself when Chen Zong answered: "I don't know how big this land is, as far as I know, there are many Wucheng on the land of the land. Fengwu City is just one of them. The Fengwu City where we are located and the six Wucheng cities of Jinmu, Shuihuotulei are close to each other, forming an area called Qi Yao Land, Qi Yao Wu Yuan is the biggest force, dedicated to the elite The cultivation of warriors."

"Teaching, if you want to enter Qi Yao Wu Yuan, do you want to participate in the Battle of Fengwu City Elites and enter the top 100?" Chen Zong asked, his eyes blazing hot, and his sword was sharp, and his edge was amazing.

"Conditional, the age must not exceed 18 years old. If you are repairing to reach the 7th floor of Qi and Blood Realm, you can directly enroll without a test. If you are repairing to 7th floor of Qi and Blood Realm, you will be in the top 100." Simply say: "You are now conducting the sixth blood tempering. Before the age of eighteen, Xiu Wei can reach the sixth level even if he can't break through the seventh level of the Qi and Blood Realm. With your strength, it is enough to be included in the top 100 of the battle of the heroes. ."

"Teaching, I will go to Qi Yao Wu Yuan as soon as possible." Chen Zong's tone was firm.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you in the martial arts college." Chen Chuyun showed a smile, like snow lotus blooming, beautiful: "In addition, from today, you don't have to call me to teach, just call me by name or cousin."

"Then I will call you Yun Yun." Chen Zong also smiled.

"Chen Zong, you have to remember that in the Fengwu City, our Chen family is not the only one." Chen Chuyun said: "In the Fengwu City, there are three big families and five major families. Our Chen family is only one of the five major families. In addition, there are Many small families and small forces, as far as I know, this year, several geniuses have appeared in the three giants and the other four families. Some are not inferior to you. There are two or three, even above you. ."

"Who is there?" Chen Zong not only did not feel fear, but his heart appeared excited, but now he is invincible among the martial arts in Chen Family Hall.

"The three giants, Tang Family Tang Junluo, Li Family Li Zhenshi, Zhao Family Zhao Wangcheng, as far as I know, these three people are one year younger than you, but they have all quenched their blood gas six times and are hitting the seventh time, It is unknown whether they will succeed, but they may become your big rivals." Chen Chuyun said, if this word is heard by others, it is estimated that it will cause some ridicule.

Who are those three?

The three men were children of the clan among the three giants. They were prominent, talented, and powerful.

Who is Chen Zong?

It's just a kid from the tribe.

The contrast between the two sides is like a dragon and a snake.

But neither Chen Chuyun nor Chen Zong itself will think that he is inferior to others. His noble background is nothing, and his backwardness is nothing. He catches up and laughs, and finally he is the king.

"Practice well, don't be greedy, I will wait for you at Qi Yao Wu Yuan." Chen Chuyun smiled, took out a silk book from his arms, and handed it to Chen Zong: "This book is my chance, now Gift to you, I hope it will inspire you to practice sword."

Chen Zong took it, and the black thin silk book still carried the body temperature and a hint of girly fragrance.

The cover of the book is black with three silver words on it.

Little Sword Classic!

These three words are dazzling and eye-catching!

It makes Chen Zong feel hard to look directly at him, as if he is restrained by a sharp edge, like a sword.

"Okay, Xiao Jian Jing went back and read it again and started training today." Chen Chuyun said.

"Yes." Chen Zong put Xiaojianjing in his arms.

Soon, after a day of training, Chen Zong said goodbye to Chen Izumo.

Months of getting along, almost daily contact, and dedicated teaching have brought the two together like sisters and sisters. Now they have to be separated. It is difficult to meet each other for at least a few years.

But both of them are decisive generations, and they are not dragging their feet. They also know that today's difference is for a better meeting in the future.

After returning to the house and washing, sit comfortably on the bed and pick up the silk book donated by Chen Chuyun.

"Little Sword Classic"!

The three silver words are still dazzling.

Like a pilgrimage-like heart, Chen Zong slowly and softly opened the cover, his eyes fell on the top of the page, and the three strong words of the dragon and snake leaped into the eyes.

Sword Preface!

Looking down, Jingmang flashes.

"Sword, sharp blade."

"Holding a sword, no decoration, just to protect the enemy."

"Sword practice is not about eating and drinking, not so casual, not walking and chatting, not so idle."

"The sword is in your hands, and you need to be sincere and straight, and be fearless and thorny."

"Pull the sword, be decisive, and let the sword come out without hesitation."

...

The sharp and compelling font made up one sentence after another, concise and powerful words, which made Chen Zong inexplicably heart beat, and his left hand unconsciously touched the iron sword placed beside him. There was an urge to pull the sword out of the sheath.

Looking at those words, Chen Zong seemed to see a peerless swordsman waving his sword and lettering.

After reading the preface to the sword, the second one is called the Basic Swordsmanship, which is exactly the basic eighteen types taught by Chen Chuyun. After several months of cultivation, Chen Zong has already cultivated the basic eighteen types into one The sword moves at the heart's pace, but after careful reading, there is still a slight feeling.