Vol 13 Chapter 37: Warriors Sword Fighting (1)

One hundred Lingbei, this is nothing to Chen Zong. After all, Chen Zong ’s net worth is quite rich. Most of the pseudo-transcendent realms are rich. Counting those inferior spirit sources, even many people are extremely The strong can not compare with Chen Zong.
A section of the sword reached his hand, and Chen Zong grabbed and played with it, feeling cold, as if ancient ice.
"My friend, I still have a lot of good things here, you are looking at me." The old man put away one hundred Lingbei and said with a smile, even though he had a painful look on the surface, his heart was smiling. Took the flower.
This sword tip is indeed obtained from the ruins of Vientiane, but it is on the edge of the ruins, and it is estimated that it is not a part of a magic weapon, but the material is a bit strange, it can be said that it has no value at all. Selling is equivalent to a hundred Lingbei.
Shaking his head, Chen Zong turned and left.
Walked to the other booths to see, but Chen Zong did not buy any more. One did not understand, and the other did not find anything more in line with his mind.
"It's a bit interesting, but ..." Shaking his head, Chen Zong shook his sword tip, walked to the restaurant, and planned to live in this Wanluo city for a few days, gaining insight and experience.
Staying in the restaurant, Chen Zong spread his palm and looked at the sword tip in his hand carefully.
I bought this cutting edge, one out of an interest, and the other was curious, because the forging level of Chen Zong ’s half-hook found that the material of the cutting edge was extraordinary, like Jin Fei Jin and Yu Fei Yu. Another example is the combination of gold and jade, and three is not worse than the one hundred Lingbei.
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 gently shaved, and even a layer of rice was scraped off. After identification, Chen Zong found that it was blood, and it had dried up and did not know how many years of blood.
The sword's tip was stained with blood, but it was broken. What happened was Chen Zong didn't know, but was curious.
The black blood on the silvery white sword tip was very tightly adhered. After a while, it couldn't scrape much, and Chen Zong gave up, and put the sword tip into the virtual ring.
After a break, Chen Zong got up, walked out of the restaurant, walked on the wide street of Wanluo City, and looked around.
Different places have different customs and feelings. Use both feet to measure the earth, use your eyes to appreciate the style, and use your heart to feel it.
Putting down thoughts, Ren thoughts flow naturally, like the water, the wind, and the white clouds.
After walking to the end of the street and crossing other streets, Chen Zong walked back to the restaurant.
"Objectively, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant buddy trot over.
Chen Zong ordered a few dishes at will, ordered a pot of wine, and sat on the table by the window, eating and drinking by himself, and tasted the deliciousness of the wine.
This is the fourth floor of the restaurant. In addition to Chen Zong, there are many people who eat meals, each of them exudes not weak breath fluctuations, and most of them are true warriors.
All kinds of talking came, and the conversation between the two of them caught Chen Zong's attention. One of the two had a thick palm, which seemed to be more vigorous, and the other had a long, swollen joint and raised fingers on his left hand. On the side table is a fishskin sword.
"Jinghong Mansion's Wushuang Sword Fight is about to start again, Brother Li, are you going to participate this time?" Asked the simple, middle-aged man with a thick voice.
"That year, I practiced for three years and waited for this moment." The sword-training man's eyes shot out a ray of splendor, as if the sword was sheathing, so that there seemed to be a sharp breath on the fourth floor of the restaurant , Causing everyone's alarm.
"I sharpened a sword in three years, and I am now trying to be a sharp one." The plain-looking middle-aged man laughed: "But the Wushuang Sword Fight in Jinghong Mansion has less than a month to start. It is better to eat this meal. Let's go on the road. "
"You also want to participate?" Asked the man surnamed Li.
"I don't practice swords, but I don't have the qualifications to participate, but I can watch the war. It is the biennial event of Jinghong Mansion. There will definitely be many masters. Don't miss it." The plain middle-aged man laughed.
"Indeed, there will be many masters, many masters of swordsmanship." The eyes of the man with the surname Li became brighter and sharper.
"The Seventh Reconstruction of Zhenwu Realm, the sword skill is not low." Chen Zong judged at a glance, but did not pay attention to it, but the unparalleled sword fight of Jinghong Mansion aroused great interest from Chen Zong.
I heard the veteran Yuanlingzi once said that it was a grand event led by Jinghong Jianzong in Jinghong Mansion, but since Jinghong Jian was subject to the royal family of Longtu, the royal family also took part in it.
It is said that if they perform well enough in Wushuang Sword Fight, they may be included in the Zongmen in Jinghong Mansion, and even be recruited as a disciple or Elder Qing by Jinghong Sect.
It can be said that there are many people participating in each matchless sword fight event. Most of the purpose is to go to Jinghong Sect. After all, Jinghong Sect is the only four middle-class sects in Longtu. One of them is Zongmen, who is the master of sword training. It is rumored that Jinghong Jianzong once appeared a sword king.
The four major middle-level ancestral gates in the Longtu domain, if they are high or low, Jinghong Jianzong is enough to rank second, and it is stronger than Wanluozong.
Becoming a member of Jinghong Jianzong not only finds a big backer, but also can rely on Jinghong Jianzong's resources to better practice, kill two birds with one stone, and attract a lot.
Chen Zong's heart moved, and as soon as he thought about it, he decided to change his route and went to Jinghong Mansion to participate in the Warriors Sword Fight.
Chen Zong is not interested in becoming a member of Jinghong Jianzong, but Wushuang Jiandou will learn about swordsmanship with other sword masters, which is enough to attract Chen Zong to go.
In addition, if you can get rewards after getting a high ranking, Chen Zong is going for one of the rewards. If you can succeed, maybe it will be more helpful to your sword practice.
After eating the dishes and paying the bills, Chen Zong also left the room and left the city of Wanluo, unfolding in the direction of Jinghong House.
"Isn't that exactly Chen Zong, who is the cross sword of Zong Zong Zong?" A middle-aged man with a slight scar on his face looked at Chen Zong who was out of the city, and suddenly he suddenly hung a cruel smile: "Tian San actually returned Without doing anything, it would be better for me to catch up and kill Chen Zong ... "
After thinking about a few breaths, 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, other killers of Tianluolou cannot intervene. This is the rule of Tianluolou.
And he didn't know that Tiansan had already shot, but was killed instead.
Unless you see it with your own eyes, or if there is sufficient evidence to prove it, it is difficult to believe that a four-star warrior can fight against a pseudo-transcendent realm, especially when it is attacked by a pseudo-transcendent realm.
Naturally, the killer of Tianluo Lou believes that Tiansan has not shot yet, so Chen Zong is still alive. Although it is not clear what the reason is, this is a task of Tiansan and he does not need to pay much attention.
Chen Zongke didn't know. At that moment, he had gone through a life and death crisis.
After leaving the city of Wanluo, Chen Zong did not pause, exhibited the method of sweeping the octagonal body, and flew to Jinghong Mansion quickly for several kilometers.
Over the hills, through the woods, across the long river, gallop.
At night, Yuelang is sparse, and the white light is covered with a layer of gauze on the ground, and the mountains, trees, and rivers seem to fall into a deep sleep, as well as a quietness.
Chen Zong raised a pile of bonfires, burning fiercely, and shining across a range of tens of meters, bringing a touch of light and enthusiasm to dispel the chill of the night. Of course, this kind of chill had no half influence on Chen Zong.
But as a person, I always yearn for light and warmth, which will make people feel comfortable from the heart, except for those who practice special exercises or special minds.
In addition, Chen Zongzheng erected a fat rabbit weighing more than a dozen pounds torch on the fire, and the sound of gurgling sounded, which was a thick and seductive dripping flavour.
This rabbit is a monster, although it is not strong, it has a delicate and tender flesh and is very delicious.
When more than a dozen pounds of rabbits were roasted, when Chen Zong was ready to enjoy, a strong windbreak sounded in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, the windbreak sounded like a shock in his ears.
"It's so fragrant." At the same time, a clear voice came into my ears: "I have fine wine, can Xiongtai share some meat?"
In front of the silhouette, two people appeared in front of Chen Zong, a man and a woman.
The man looks like he is about 20 years old. He has bright eyes on his handsome face and a smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. Like a spring breeze, he wears a blue sword robe. His temperament is even more chic, and he bears a sword, indicating that he Is a swordsman.
When the man appeared, his eyes quickly passed Chen Zong's double swords and his hands holding the roast rabbit, with a hint of sharpness.
Next to the man was a twenty-five-year-old woman, wearing a turquoise green shirt, with a delicate face with a little pride, but nestled beside the man like a bird.
Chen Zong glanced, his finger swipeed like a sword, and there seemed to be a flash of silver across his fingertips, sharp and impeccable, causing the young man's eyes to flash a flash of precision.
A dozen pounds of rabbits were divided into two by Chen Zong, half of them remained in his own hands, and half of them flew to the young man.
"Thank you ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The young man laughed, waved his right hand, a wine gourd flew to Chen Zong, grabbed it again, and grabbed half of the roast rabbit with the palm wrapped by Zenith.
Gently tore off the rabbit leg and handed it to the woman around, and a tenderness flashed under his eyes.
"Drink." The young man sat down and raised the wine gourd and laughed. Chen Zong also smiled and raised the wine gourd.
The moment he caught the wine gourd, Chen Zong had already detected it, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Drink and eat meat, pleased.
After a while, half of the rabbit entered Chen Zong's belly, and Chen Zong's fine wine was also drunk. 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 Xuanzhen Mansion and was the core disciple of Xuanzhen Temple. When speaking of this identity, the pride on the face of the woman next to him became even more apparent.
Xuanzhen Temple, which is the most powerful sect gate of Xuanzhen Mansion, is also one of the four major middle-class sect gates in Longtu. It is stronger than Wanluozong, and it is ranked third among the four middle-class sect gates.