Sword God

One hundred Lingbei, this is nothing for Chen Zong. After all, Chen Zong's net worth is quite rich. Most of the pseudo-transcendent realms are rich. If you count those inferior spirit sources, even if it is a lot of people. Powerful people cannot compare with Chen Zong.

With a sword tip in hand, Chen Zong grabbed it and played with it, the touch was cold, as if it were ancient ice.

"Little friend, I still have a lot of good things here, you are looking at chanting." The old man put away a hundred Lingbei, said with a smile, despite the appearance of a painful look on the surface, the heart was laughing. Flower.

This sword tip is indeed obtained from the ruins of Vientiane, but it is on the edge of the ruins, and it is not a part of the magic weapon, but the material is a little strange. It can be said that it has no value at all. Selling is equivalent to gaining a hundred spirit shells.

Shaking his head, Chen Zong turned to leave.

I walked to the other stalls to see, but Chen Zong didn't make any further purchases. One didn't understand it, and the other was that he didn't find anything more satisfactory.

"It's a bit interesting, but..." Shaking his head, Chen Zong played with the sword tip and walked to the restaurant, preparing to live in this Wanluo city for a few days to increase his knowledge and experience.

Staying in the restaurant, Chen Zong spread his palms and carefully looked at the tip of the sword in his hand.

Buying this piece of sword tip, one is out of interest, and the other is curiosity, because the forging level of Chen Zong's half-hanger found that the material of this piece of sword tip is very extraordinary, like gold, gold and jade, Another example is the combination of gold and jade.

After studying for a while, Chen Zong could not see anything, so he turned his attention to the black marks on the tip of the sword.

The nails were scraped gently, and a layer of powder was scraped off. Under recognition, Chen Zong discovered that it was blood stains, which had dried up for unknown years.

The tip of the sword was stained with blood, but was broken again. What was the course of this? Chen Zong didn't know, but he was curious.

The black blood stains on the silver-white sword tip adhered very tightly, and it could not be scraped for a while, and Chen Zong gave up and put the sword tip into the virtual mithra.

After a short break, Chen Zong got up and walked out of the restaurant, walked on the wide streets of Wanluo City, and looked around.

Different places have different customs, measure the earth with both feet, appreciate the customs with both eyes, and feel with the soul.

Let go of the distractions, and Ren thought flows naturally, like the water like the wind and the white clouds.

At the end of the street, and then spared other streets, Chen Zong walked back to the restaurant.

"Objective, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant guy trot over.

Chen Zong ordered a few dishes at will, and then called for a pot of wine. He sat on the table by the window and ate, drank, and tasted the delicious food.

This is the fourth floor of the restaurant. In addition to Chen Zong, there are also many people who eat meals, and each body exudes a strong wave of breath, most of them are real martial arts warriors.

Various conversations came. The conversation between two of them attracted the attention of Chen Zong. One of the two palms was thicker and more powerful, and the other had a slender joint raised in his left hand. On the side table is a fishskin long sword.

"The Wushuang Sword Fight in Jinghong Mansion is about to start again, Brother Li, are you ready to participate this time?" the middle-aged man facing the plain asked with a thick voice.

"At that time, I practiced hard for three years, waiting for this moment." The sword training man's eyes shot a ray of fine awns, as if the sword was sheathed, making the fourth floor of the restaurant seem to have a sharp edge. , Causing everyone to be alarmed.

"Wear a sword for three years, and now try to sharpen the edge." The plain-faced middle-aged man smiled and said: "But Jinghong's Wushuang sword fighting will start in less than a month. Let's go on the road."

"You also want to participate?" The man with the sword surnamed Li asked.

"I don't practice swords, but I don't have the qualifications to participate, but I can watch the battle. That is the triennial event of Jinghong Mansion. There will definitely be many masters that should not be missed." The simple middle-aged man smiled.

"Indeed, there will be many masters, many swordsmanship masters." Li's man's eyes are more and more bright and sharp.

"Zhenwu Realm's Seventh Cultivation Practice, sword skill is not low." Chen Zong glanced at it and judged, but he didn't pay much attention, but the unparalleled sword fighting in Jinghong House aroused great interest of Chen Zong.

I heard the elder Yuanlingzi once say that it was a grand event dominated by Jinghong Jianzong in Jinghong Mansion. However, since Jinghong Jianzong submitted to the royal family of Longtu, the royal family also participated in it.

It is said that if the performance of Wushuangjiandou is good enough, it may be picked up by Zongmen in Jinghong Mansion, and may even be recruited by Jinghong Jianzong as a disciple or an elder of the Qing Dynasty.

It can be said that every Wushuang sword fighting event has a lot of people participating, most of the purpose is to go to Jinghong Jianzong, after all, Jinghong Jianzong is the only four middle-class sect in Longtuyu One of them is the sect who practiced swords. It is rumored that a long time ago, Jinghong Jianzong had a sword king.

Among the four middle-class sects in Longtuyu, Jinghong Jianzong is enough to rank second in terms of height, and it is more powerful than Wanluozong.

Becoming a member of Jinghong Jianzong not only finds a big backer, but also can rely on Jinghong Jianzong's resources to practice better, kill two birds with one stone, and attract a lot.

When Chen Zong moved, he decided to change his route and went to Jinghong House to participate in Wushuang Sword Fight.

Chen Zong was not interested in becoming a member of Jinghong Sword Sect, but Wushuang Sword Fight will discuss swordsmanship with other sword masters, which is enough to attract Chen Zong to go.

Another point, if you get a high ranking, you can still get a reward, Chen Zong is directed at one of the rewards, if it can, it may be more helpful for practicing sword.

After eating and drinking, after paying the bill, Chen Zong also withdrew from the room, and then left Wanluo City, spreading his speed toward Jinghong Mansion.

"Isn't that the Zongzongzongzi son of Zongzongzong?" A middle-aged man with a slight scar on his face looked at Chenzong out of the city, suddenly stunned, and immediately hung a cruel smile: "Tiansan actually returned If I don’t do it, I’ll catch up and kill Chen Zong..."

After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man finally shook his head and gave up his plan to kill Chen Zong.

Because that is the task of the killer Tiansan, unless Tiansan fails, the other killers of Tianluo Tower cannot intervene. This is the rule of Tianluo Tower.

He didn't know yet that Tian San had already shot, but instead he was killed.

Unless it is seen in person, or if there is sufficient evidence to prove, it is difficult to believe that a four-star warrior can fight a pseudo-transcendent realm, especially in the case of pseudo-transcendent attack.

Naturally, the killer of Luoluo believed that Tiansan had not shot yet, so Chen Zong was still alive. Although it was unclear what the reason was, it was a task of Tiansan, and he didn't need to bother.

Chen Zong didn't know that, in that short time, he experienced a life-and-death crisis.

After walking out of Wanluo City, Chen Zong did not pause, cast a sweeping eight-square body method, and for a few thousand kilometers, he hurried away to Jinghong Mansion.

Cross the hills, pass through the woods, cross the long river, and catch the wind.

At night, Yuelang stars are sparse, and the white light is covered on the ground like a layer of gauze, and the mountains and rivers of trees and trees seem to fall into a deep sleep.

Chen Zong raised a bonfire, blazing fire, shining a radius of tens of meters, bringing a trace of light and warmth to disperse the coldness of the night, of course, such a coldness has no half impact on Chen Zong.

But being human is always yearning for light and warmth, which will make people feel comfortable from the heart, except for some people who practice special exercises or special minds.

In addition, Chen Zongzheng set up a plump rabbit weighing more than a dozen pounds and roasted on the fire, and the whispering sound rang out, which was full of tempting flavours.

This rabbit is a monster. Although it is not strong, it has delicate and flexible meat and is very delicious.

When the ten-pound rabbit was roasted, when Chen Zong was ready to enjoy it, a strong wind breaking sound rang in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, the wind breaking sound seemed to oscillate in his ears.

"It smells good." At the same time, a clear voice came into my ears: "I have fine wine, can Xiongtai divide some meat?"

At the blink of an eye, two people appeared in front of Chen Zong, one man and one woman.

The man looks about 28 to 9 years old, with a pair of bright eyes on his handsome face, a smile on the corner of his mouth, such as Mu Chunfeng, he has a blue sword robe, which brings out a more elegant temperament and bears a long sword. Explain that he is a swordsman.

The moment the man appeared, his eyes quickly passed Chen Zong's double swords around his waist and his hands holding the roasted rabbit, with a hint of sharpness.

Next to the man was a twenty-four to five-year-old woman in a green blouse with a delicate face and a little arrogance, but nestled beside the man like a bird.

Chen Zong glanced at it, his fingers flicked like a sword, and his fingertips seemed to flash a silver flash, sharp and unmatched, so that the young man's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of fine mans.

A dozen catty rabbits were divided into two by Chen Zong, half left in his own hands, and half flew towards the young man.

"Thank you." The young man smiled and waved his right hand, a wine gourd flew towards Chen Zong, and then grabbed, the palm wrapped by Zhenli grabbed half of the roasted rabbit.

Gently tear off the rabbit leg and hand it to the girl next to her.

"Drink." The young man sat down and raised the wine gourd with a smile. Chen Zong also smiled and raised the wine gourd.

At the moment of catching the wine gourd, Chen Zong had already tested it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Drinking meat and eating meat is a pleasure.

Not long after, half of the rabbit entered Chen Zong's stomach, and the wine of a gourd was also consumed by Chen Zong. While drinking and eating meat, the young man took the initiative to talk to Chen Zong.

It turned out that this young man came from Xuan Zhen Mansion and was the core disciple of Xuan Zhen Temple. When it came to this identity, the arrogance on the face of the woman next to him became more apparent.

Xuanzhen Temple, that is the most powerful sect gate of Xuanzhen Mansion, and also one of the four middle-class sect gates in Longtuyu. It is more powerful than Wanluozong, and it ranks third among the four middle-class sect gates.