Sword God

Busy, crowded, bustling.

During the first visit to Fengwu City, Chen Zong was overwhelmed, but he did not forget the purpose of this trip.

The Zhengwu Tower is the Tang's giant industry. This is the only one in Fengwu City. It has a high threshold. Only the warriors are eligible to enter. If you are not the warriors, even if you are the young master of the family, it is useless.

After a little inquiries, Chen Zong approached Zhengwu Tower and looked up.

The Zhengwu Tower has five floors, with dark red as the main body and gilt edges. It is magnificent and noble, like a giant standing on the ground, and it will not be shaken by the wind and rain.

The first floor of the Zhengwu Building requires the status of a warrior to enter. The second floor is a famous warrior in the Fengwu City is eligible to log in. As for the third floor, at least seven or more levels of Qi and Blood are required qualifications.

For the fourth and fifth floors, there must be cultivation beyond the realm of qi and blood.

At this time, because of the relationship between the Tang clan and the Dragon Party for Tang Junluo, Zhengwulou refused to irrelevant people, etc., leaving two family warriors standing at the gate as guards.

"I am the drizzle to help the young master, why don't you let me in."

When Chen Zong walked to the door, he heard a sharp roar, very unwilling and very dissatisfied.

"You didn't ask for an invitation." One of the two guards said expressionlessly and irritably, with a dry tone, not looking at each other at all.

What the drizzle helped the heavy rain, in front of the Tang giants is the small fish and shrimp.

After walking towards the gate of the Zhengwu Tower, Chen Zong was naturally intercepted.

"Where did the turtle come back?" The drizzle in a gorgeous military uniform helped the young master to anger and nowhere to vent. Seeing Chen Zong wearing the blue-grey military uniform came over and meant to enter the Zhengwu Tower, he was immediately angry. curse.

At first glance, the military uniform was made of coarse cloth, and only those who had no background would wear it.

"Keep off." Chen Zong's eyes were sharp as a sword, and he spurted the drizzle to help the young master's eyes, making him tremble unconsciously, stepping back a little step, and immediately realized what, his face was red and his anger was high.

"This is my invitation." Chen Zong bypassed the drizzle to help the young master, took out the Dragon Sticker and handed it to one of the guards.

The two guards were very surprised. From the dress point of view, Chen Zong's background must be very ordinary, and there was an invitation.

"I wondered where my invitation went. It was originally stolen by you." Xiyu rushed over the young master angrily and threw dirty water directly.

"Go!" Chen Zong was furious and roared, and the drizzle helped the young master seem to see a strong and powerful tiger roaring at him in front of him. The kind of momentum was terrifying. His face was pale and his calf trembling. Can't help but step back.

"Your name is Chen Zong?" A guard opened the invitation and looked at it, then asked Chen Zong again.

"Yes." Chen Zong is neither humble nor overbearing.

"Please come in." The guard's expression eased a little, letting go of his body and returning the invitation to Chen Zong.

This scene caused many people in the periphery to talk about it. They did not understand why a person who seemed to be dressed in ordinary clothes could enter the Zhengwu Tower to participate in the Dragon Club.

You know, those who really have a good background, even if they are low-key, to enter such an event, they will definitely not wear the kind of clothes that you know at a glance.

"I can feel that the strength of his blood is not strong. Most of it is the cultivation of the four layers of Qi and Blood Realm."

"Is he a disciple of a senior?"

"His name is Chen Zong, don't you think it's familiar?"

...

The first floor is empty.

The second floor was also empty, and Chen Zong set foot on the third floor.

He was not the first to arrive. On the third floor, dozens of people have gathered, each of them is a teenager under the age of twenty, each wearing a different color of military uniform, or gorgeous or restrained, very close , Is completely tailor-made, at first glance know that the material is extraordinary.

Chen Zong's arrival attracted several glances, which were originally normal, but those people were shocked.

"who are you?"

"How to sneak in and go out immediately."

People rely on clothes, horses and saddles. Chen Zong wears them all. It is too ordinary. There is no way. It is not because he does not want to wear better clothes, but not.

"I have an invitation." Chen Zongyang said in a red post in his hand.

"Your invitation will not be fake."

There are still people who don’t want to be reluctant and have a good temper.

"Hello, my name is Tang Junhao, the brother of Tang Junluo, the protagonist of the Dragon Club. Can you show me the invitation?" At this time, a teenager wearing a purple golden dragon martial arts strode forward, his face full. Smiles are like spring breezes, and gentle words.

Chen Zong passed the post.

Tang Junhao opened it and looked surprised, "You are Chen Zong?"

"Yes." Chen Zong nodded.

"It turned out to be you. This invitation was given to you by Jun Luo personally. You are welcome to join Jun Luo's Dragon Party. You will find a place to sit and wait for the people to arrive before the banquet begins." Tang Junhao will invite you Return to Chen Zong.

Everyone knows that this ordinary person really has an invitation, and that today's protagonist Tang Junluo personally invited him by name and was surprised.

"Chen Zong, this name is familiar."

"Isn't he Chen Chenzong, one of the six young masters of Fengwu?"

"It turns out to be him."

"It's just a child from a tribe."

After they knew Chen Zong's identity, they lost interest. A person from a tribe, and still in the Chen family's place that strives to strive upstream based on their own abilities. If there is no backer, it will soon be in public when it comes out.

After all, performing well in the martial arts stage is not always necessary after becoming a warrior, and it is difficult for most to maintain their previous bravery.

Think about this time, how many people once called Fengwu Xiaojie are not qualified to enter, is proof.

Chen Zong didn't know that he was actually named as one of Fengwu's six Xiaojies. He was a little surprised and smiled. He put away the invitation and glanced at it. The third floor was very big. Forty meters high and five or six meters high, with a simple decoration. A chair is placed around each. Between each two chairs, there is a table with fresh melons and exquisite pastries. And the tea made.

Around the corners, there is a bronze dragon-shaped incense burner, lit sandalwood, the fragrance is lingering, refreshing.

Feel free to find Zhang Kong chair and sit down, pour yourself a cup of tea, the tea is fragrant, swirling in the cup, the smoke is like clouds, like a cloud.

Pick up a piece of exquisite pastry and put it in the mouth, taste it carefully, it is really delicious, has not been eaten since childhood.

Especially after eating a bite of pastry and drinking a sip of cloud tea, two distinct fragrances complement each other, and the feeling of echoing in the mouth is even more wonderful.

Ignoring the eyes of others, Chen Zong eats himself.

Suddenly, one person shook the chaotic pace and walked to the chair opposite to sit down.

"Friend, let's have a glass of wine?" As soon as the visitor sat down, he gently placed the wine gourd on the table and greeted Chen Zong when he came home.

"No, thank you." Chen Zong smiled slightly.

"I see my friends practice swords and swords, how can there be no wine." The comer's eyebrows are like sword blades, his eyes seem to be blurred, but his eyes are clear, his lips are hanging, and there is a smile on his face, dashing and wild, A white military uniform, spotlessly clean, with a long sword and blood spikes behind.

"I practice sword and don't drink." Chen Zong smiled.

One word for one person seems to be simple, but it also reveals the two people's different ideas.

"That's a pity." The man sighed, opened the bottle gourd cover, took a sip, and his face was full of comfort: "Drinking and practicing sword, drunken seeking the wind, my name is Yang Yigu, your name is Chen Zong."

Chen Zong felt that this person's thinking was a bit off, but it did not prevent each other from knowing and chatting with each other.

Chatting and chatting, Chen Zong found that Yang Yigu knew quite a lot about Fengwu City, which obviously increased Chen Zong's knowledge of Fengwu City.

More and more people entered the third floor of Zhengwu.

"Li Zhenshi is here."

"Wang Zhaocheng is also together."

"These two were defeated by Tang Junluo before, and now it's coming, I don't know if there will be a dragon fight, I look forward to it."

Tang Junluo, Li Zhenshi, and Zhao Wangcheng are from the three giants of Fengwu City. They are the same age and have excellent talents. They are also called Fengwu Sanxiaoying, regardless of ups and downs, but since Tang Junluo defeated Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng After that, he took the lead, and the limelight prevailed, overwhelming the other two.

As for the match between Tang Junluo and Chen Zong, the Chen family did not advertise it. Perhaps there was a reason why the Tang family requested it, and the Tang family itself would not preach it.

Chen Zong also looked at Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng, the two of them, Yu Yuxuan, knew at a glance that they were extraordinary.

With a long sword on his back and a smile on his face, Li Zhenshi feels very comfortable, as if to say hello to everyone, but there is also a kind of light and light wind. He is wearing a white military uniform, set with gilt silver, and reveals a trace of low-key Luxury.

Zhao Wangcheng had a long sword on his waist, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were cold. His black military uniform made him look even more obvious, and he was not close to strangers, if he refused to be thousands of miles away.

As if feeling Chen Zong's gaze, Li Zhenshi turned and nodded slightly, and Wang Zhaocheng's eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Li's Li Zhenshi and Zhao's Zhao Wangcheng, both of them tempered their blood seven times, and they can complete the eighth time with just a trace." Yang Yigu took another sip of wine and shook his head. "It's really worthy The nobles left from the Kingdom era have a rich heritage."

"The Kingdom Age?" Chen Zong puzzled.

"Our current era is for the Zhenwu era, the previous era is for the kingdom era, it is said to be destroyed under the monster." Yang Yigu seems drunk and not drunk: "Thank you for the coming of the Zhenwu era, or else we People of ordinary origin have no opportunity to contact martial arts."

Chen Zongwen said, thoughtfully.

"Sun Shaojie, Zhou Guan, Wang Shenghong, Yang Feiyu, Kong Lianshan, these five people together with you are called Fengwu Liuxiaojie."

Chen Zong's keen discovery, when Yang Yigu said of Yang Feiyu's name, there was a slight and subtle change in his tone. He couldn't help but look at Yang Feiyu twice.

A sky-blue military uniform, a long sword, and a look of vigour.

Both are surnamed Yang. Perhaps, there is no relationship between the two, but it has nothing to do with himself, and Chen Zong has no intention of exploring.

With the passage of time, several people were waiting for their eyes, and one of them glanced at Chen Zong, a little stunned, and immediately strode toward Chen Zong.