Vol 3 Chapter 8: Drunk Sword

"Chen Zong, in such occasions, people like you can't come, and don't leave quickly." An undisguised resounding sounded, and everyone's eyes gathered.
"What is it with you?" Chen Zong looked at it. It was Chen He, who hadn't seen him for many days. He was surprised at first, and then responded coldly.
"How it has nothing to do with me. First, I am your brother. Second, such occasions can only be entered with certain identities and strengths and invitations. You look at you, but there are four levels of qi and blood, but A child of a tribal tribe, what qualifications to enter, I let you leave quickly, you should immediately get up and leave, so as not to lose the face of our Chen family. "Chen He's expression was dark and rushed, and Chen Zong blasted to Chen Zong. .
"I have an invitation." Chen Zong calmly.
"You have an invitation ..." Chen He stunned first, then laughed: "Are you kidding me, can you just get an invitation from the Dragon Club by you?"
The other two people who went upstairs at the same time as Chen He were a man and a woman, with a slight frown, and strode over. They were not sure what was going on.
"It's ridiculous. With the level of a warrior, he will become a warrior after six times of physical tempering. He is included in the reputation of one of the six fighters in Fengwu. If he is not qualified to enter here, then what is considered eligible?" Yang Yi Gu slowly took a sip of wine, and said nothing.
"Temper your blood six times!"
"Feng Wu Liu Xiaojie!"
Chen He's face changed, and his heart was struck by lightning.
"Impossible, a tribe child, how could that be the case."
However, when he saw the teasing and taunting eyes beside him, Chen He realized that it was true. During his time of going out, something happened in the Chen Family Hall that he didn't know.
"Chen Zongyou's invitation is true. It is also true to get an invitation from the Dragon Club, or Jun Luo himself named the invitation." Tang Junhao came over with displeased expression, his eyes were cold, and a superior power fell on Chen He "Chen He, you are not welcome here, please leave."
"You can't do this." Chen He's face changed suddenly, as did the two who came with him.
Once he left like this, Chen He would become a laughing stock.
"The same thing, I don't want to say it again." Tang Junhao looked indifferent.
"Okay, I'll leave now." Although Chen He's face was somber and his anger was more like a volcano, there was still a sense of rational containment. The venue, if he broke out, would be happy for a while, but the consequences would be very serious, not something he could afford.
Vicious eyes glanced across Chen Zong's face, turning, Chen He strode downstairs and left.
"If you can come here, you are all qualified to accept my invitation from Tang's. I don't want to hear similar words." Tang Junhao said in a loud voice, nodded to Chen Zong and left.
"You are the younger brother of Chen Zong, the one who followed Sister Yun learning sword?" One of the two who came at the same time as Chen He, the woman looked at Chen Zong suspiciously and asked.
"I'm Chen Zong." Chen Zong nodded.
"My name is Chen Hongying, you should call me sister." Chen Hongying smiled playfully.
"My name is Chen Xia. I heard early on that the clan martial artist had produced a great figure and won the chief king many times in a row. I did not expect that you would train your blood six times and get Fengwu Liujie's The name is truly extraordinary, "Chen Xia said with a smile, quite kind.
"Brother Chen Xia is overrated." Chen Zong smiled.
After Chen Chuyun and a few others went to Qisong Wuyuan, the children of the Chen clan, Chen Xia were the first masters, Chen He was second, and Chen Hongying was third.
The first master before was Chen Chuyun, that is, if Chen Zongyun lived in Chen Chuyun's former courtyard, he would need to challenge Chen Xia to defeat him.
Those who come here to participate in the Dragon Club, except for those who are directly invited by names such as Chen Zong, are the top three among the younger generations of various family forces.
At this time, the sound of rhythmic footsteps sounded from the entrance of the stairs, and everyone seemed to realize what they were looking at.
I saw a figure stepping slowly down the stairs on the fourth floor.
A pair of purple-gold dragon-patterned combat shoes, exquisite purple military clothing, military clothing painted gold, painted with golden dragon patterns, bright and restrained eyes, wearing a purple gold crown, is the protagonist of today's banquet-Tang Junluo.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming to participate in the Dragon Rally organized by the family for me." Tang Junluo strode forward and sat down on the reserved theme, showing his momentum, and the clear voice came to everyone's ears. He glanced, brushed across everyone's face, and stopped slightly at Chen Zong.
"Please sit down." Tang Junluo reached out to signal, everyone also took their seats, the seats were just right.
"Jun Luo will quench his blood eight times to break through the martial arts, break our previous record of Fengwu City, create a new record, gratifying and congratulating." Tang Junhao stood up and said: "I will replace tea with tea, and respect King first Lo a glass. "
"It should be so."
"congratulations."
"After this, our Fengwu City will beat the other six cities at this point."
Everyone picked up tea cups, respected Tang Junluo in isolation, but Yang Yigu was still drinking.
Although this banquet was prepared by Tang's giants, no elders were here, and even the highest level of cultivation was only to reach the sixth floor of Qi and Blood, which was a place for young people.
"The purpose of holding the Dragon Rising Event is to congratulate Jun Luo and share this glory belonging to the Tang family and Feng Wucheng to everyone, and the other purpose is to gather all the heroes and get to know each other. , I can even take this opportunity to talk about martial arts and learn from each other. "Tang Junhao is like a spokesperson.
"Tang Junluo, you lost half a move that day. Today, as a warrior, I'll ask for advice again." Zhao Wangcheng stood up, his eyes indifferent like a knife.
"I will give you a chance, but not now." Tang Junluo said without Xu Buji, and Zhao Wangcheng did not persecute, and sat down again.
"In this case, let me start. I heard that the drunk sword Yang Yigu, the more you drink the sword, the more powerful you are. I have long wanted to teach." One stood up and directly invited Yang Yigu to fight.
"This is a study, and the sword has no eyes. Please remember that you must not use all your strength, it is best not to use your blood." Tang Junhao reminded.
"Drinking wine and practicing sword, drunk to find the wind, pick me a sword." Yang Yigu grabbed the wine gourd in his left hand and drank a sip of wine, his eyes were hazy, and his right hand pulled a sword, turning it into a breeze, blowing to the other side, the sword seemed to be With a strong aroma of wine.
Clouds and rivers flow naturally!
Chen Zong's eyes glowed, and he had the urge to compare Yang Yigu's sword skills.
Huh!
Yang Yigu sent swords in succession, like a breeze, and what martial arts was being exerted, he had been forced to retreat by the opponent. When the other party tried to exert martial arts counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a trace of flaws. Falling on the other person's neck, the cold touch immediately made the other person's body full of goosebumps.
"The drunk sword is really good, I lost." Although this person was a little embarrassed, he also admitted generously.
"Drinking together?" Yang Yi asked for a gourd.
"I don't like drinking." The man's complexion changed quickly, and Yang Yigu was disappointed.
"Yang Yigu, don't be embarrassed here." Yang Feiyu scolded coldly.
"Then you drink it?" Yang Yigu walked back to his seat in a messy manner, motioned to Yang Feiyu, Yang Feiyu's face was ironed.
"Yang Yigu, I'm here to fight you. If you lose, leave here immediately." Yang Zhiyin's brows frowned and his tone was bad.
"If you are defeated, have a drink." Yang Yigu seemed to enjoy drinking.
"If I lose, I will leave here." Yang Zhiyin would rather leave than drink Yang Yigu's wine, it seems that poison.
"I don't understand appreciation." Yang Yigu sighed softly, got up again, and looked like a messy footsteps, but walked away like a wind riding the moon, the sword came out of the scabbard, brought a buzz, and turned into a breeze.
Jianguang serial, as if perforated.
Yang Zhiyin immediately drew his sword and turned it into a sharp light.
The three giants and five families, the Li family and the Yang family are good at swordsmanship, but the way is different.
Yang Yigu's performance is not Yang's swordsmanship, but opportunity. Therefore, it is a banquet. It is only a hand-in-hand discussion, not a life-and-death battle.
Of course, the martial arts that are not motivated by the strength of blood and blood are not as easy to use as the foundation martial arts.
The building-based martial arts performed by Yang Yigu is called the Seven Styles of Drunk Swords, which is coordinated with footwork. It looks messy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but it is accurate in chaos.
Yang Zhiyin's display is the Feihong swordsmanship of the Yang family. The sword is like Feihong and light and sharp.
Regardless of Yang Yigu or Yang Zhiyin, their cultivation is the sixth layer of Qi and blood, and the physical strength is also awesome. Unless there are any adventures or other wishes, the physical strength of the martial arts from the fourth to the ninth layers of Qi and blood. It's almost the same.
The power of a thousand pounds represents a limit.
The limit is not so easy to break.
Long swords cross, clutter and sharp collisions again and again.
Yang Yigu was drinking while drinking his sword. The sword became more and more fierce and gradually suppressed Yang Zhiyin.
"Abominable." Yang Zhiyin secretly said that he would be defeated, and he would be defeated, spurred by the power of blood and blood, the martial arts would be cast, a sword would be shot out, the sword light would become dazzling, energetic, condensed into a fly The hawk issued a sharp howl, and slaughtered Yang Yigu fiercely.
"The flying eagle swordsmanship comes first!"
"Dacheng Realm!"
The faces of the people changed greatly, and Yang Yi's ancient figure shook his feet and staggered, as if drunk and swaying like a drunk. Under the shaking of his long sword, the wine was pervasive and full of fragrance.
The hazy sword light penetrated the air like a cloud like mist.
The aroma of the fragrant wine opened up, making Yang Zhiyin feel a little dizzy for a moment, but she felt that the moment before her eyes disappeared, the original dim sword shadow dissipated, turned into a sharp sword light to kill, shattered the flying eagle virtual shadow, and the sword body was on him. The back of his hand was patted lightly, but Yang Zhiyin felt that the back of his hand seemed to be broken. He could no longer hold the sword and dropped it with his hands.
Then, the throat seemed to be acupunctured, and he reached out and touched a little scarlet. Yang Yigu already had his sword in his sheath, and returned to his seat in a messy step.
"I'm going to leave first." Yang Zhiyin's face changed, and finally he picked up the sword and nodded to Tang Junhao Tang Junluo and others, turned around and strode away, he continued without face.