(The first guest appears, and a wider world slowly unfolds)

May 10, 395 in the Zhenwu Calendar.

It has been eight months since Chen Zong entered the clan hall, and he won the title of Chief King for the eighth time.

"Chen Zong, although I lose to you every time, my blood has been tempered four times. Tomorrow, I will become a warrior, earlier than you." Although Chen Guzhan was defeated, he looked undeterred.

Because he has long been used to it.

"Congratulations." Chen Zong smiled and said, "But you have to work harder, otherwise I might catch up with you when I become a warrior."

"You have no chance." Chen Guzhan clenched his fist, full of confidence.

At the beginning, his blood energy tempering was very slow, but after completing the first tempering, the second tempering was significantly faster, and the third tempering was a little faster. Now, after eight months, he completed the fourth tempering, catching up from behind and surpassing Chen Fenghua.

Those who came into contact with the Tiger Roar Technique earlier would be considered to be extremely talented, but he did not know that at this time, Chen Zong was already refining his blood energy for the sixth time, and was not far from completing it.

Otherwise, his confidence would not be so strong.

A jar of Tiger Yang Bone-Strengthening Wine can slightly improve Chen Zong's blood energy tempering progress.

"I will definitely be able to complete the sixth tempering within a month." Chen Zong was very sure.

May 13, 395 in the Zhenwu Calendar.

In Chen Chuyun's courtyard.

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

Chen Zong was puzzled.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will leave the clan hall and go to Qiyao Martial Academy." Chen Chuyun could see the confusion in Chen Zong's eyes, so he explained: "Yesterday, I participated in the battle of Fengwucheng's heroes and won the top hundred.

Admitted to Qiyao Martial Academy."

Chen Zong understood immediately, but he had more questions.

What is Qiyao Wuyuan?

What is the battle between the heroes of Fengwucheng?

"Do you know how big this Eastern Continent is?" Chen Chuyun asked in a leisurely tone. He said to himself before Chen Zong could answer: "I don't know how big this Eastern Continent is. As far as I know, there are many military cities on the Eastern Continent.

, Fengwu City is just one of them. The Fengwu City where we are located is close to the six martial cities of gold, wood, water, fire, earth and thunder, forming an area called Qiyao Land. Qiyao Martial Academy is the largest force, dedicated to the elite.

The training of warriors.”

"Teacher, if you want to enter Qiyao Martial Academy, do you want to participate in the battle of heroes in Fengwucheng and enter the top 100?" Chen Zong asked, his eyes were blazing, and his voice was like a sharp sword unsheathed, with an astonishing edge.

"There are conditions, and the age must not exceed eighteen years old. If the cultivation level reaches the seventh level of Qi and Blood Realm, there is no need to compete and you will be admitted directly. If the cultivation level is lower than the seventh level of Qi and Blood Realm, you will participate in the battle of heroes and enter the top hundred." Chen Chuyun.

He simply said: "You are now undergoing the sixth blood tempering. Before the age of eighteen, even if you cannot break through to the seventh level of the Qi and Blood Realm, you can still reach the sixth level. With your strength, you are enough to be included in the top 100 in the Battle of Heroes.

."

"Teach me, I will go to Qiyao Martial Academy as soon as possible." Chen Zong said firmly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the martial arts academy." Chen Chuyun smiled, as beautiful as a snow lotus blooming: "In addition, from today on, you don't have to call me teacher, you can call me by my name or cousin."

"Then I'll call you Sister Yun." Chen Zong also smiled.

"Chen Zong, you have to remember that our Chen family is not the only one in Fengwu City." Chen Chuyun said seriously: "There are three powerful families and five major families in Fengwu City, and our Chen family is only one of the five major families. In addition, there are

There are many small families and small forces. As far as I know, this year, several geniuses have appeared among the three major families and the other four major families. Some are not inferior to you, and there are two or three who are even better than you.

."

"Who is there?" Not only did Chen Zong not feel afraid, but he felt a little excited in his heart. Now he is invincible among the martial arts disciples of the Chen Family Hall.

"Three powerful families, Tang Junluo of the Tang family, Li Zhenshi of the Li family, and Zhao Wangcheng of the Zhao family. As far as I know, these three people are one year younger than you, but they have all tempered their blood energy six times and are currently attacking for the seventh time.

Although it is unknown whether they will succeed, they may become your big rivals." Chen Chuyun said, if these words were heard by others, they would probably be laughed at.

Who are those three people?

Those three people are the descendants of the three powerful families, with prominent status, extraordinary talents, and powerful strength.

Who is Chen Zong?

He's just a kid from a branch clan.

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

But neither Chen Chuyun nor Chen Zong himself thinks that he is inferior to others. Noble birth is nothing, and temporary backwardness is nothing. Only those who catch up and have the last laugh are the kings.

"Practice well and don't be greedy for merit. I'll wait for you at Qiyao Martial Arts Academy." Chen Chuyun smiled, took out a silk book from his arms and handed it to Chen Zong: "This book was obtained by chance. Now

I give it to you, hoping it can inspire you to practice swordsmanship."

Chen Zong took it, and the thin black silk book still had body heat and a hint of girlish fragrance.

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

Little Sword Sutra!

These three words are dazzling and eye-catching!

Chen Zong felt that it was difficult to look directly, as if the sharp edge was restrained, like a sharp sword being drawn out of its sheath.

"Okay, let's go back and read the Little Sword Sutra carefully before starting today's training." Chen Chuyun said.

"Yes." Chen Zong put the small sword scripture in his arms and put it away.

Soon, the day's training ended, and Chen Zong said goodbye to Chen Chuyun, somewhat reluctantly.

After several months of getting along, almost daily contact, and dedicated teachings, the two became as close as siblings. Now that they are separated, they will not be able to see each other for at least a few years. It is inevitable that they will not be separated.

But both of them are resolute people, and they don't mess around. They both know that the separation today is for a better reunion in the future.

After returning to the house and washing up, he sat comfortably on the bed and picked up the silk book given by Chen Chuyun.

"Little Sword Classic"!

The three silver words are still dazzling.

As if on a pilgrimage, Chen Zong slowly and gently opened the cover. His eyes fell on the top of the page, and three powerful words jumped into view.

Sword prologue!

His gaze moved downwards, his brilliance flickering.

"Sword, sharp edge."

"Hold the sword without any decoration, just to protect yourself and kill the enemy."

"Practice swordsmanship, it's not about eating and drinking, it can't be so casual, it's not about walking and chatting, it can't be so idle."

"With the sword in your hand, you need to be sincere and sincere. You should be fearless in the ups and downs and overcome the thorns."

"Draw the sword, be decisive, draw the sword without any hesitation."

…

The sharp fonts formed one concise and powerful sentence after another, which made Chen Zong's heart beat wildly for no reason. His left hand unconsciously touched the iron sword beside him, and he felt the urge to draw the sword out of its sheath.

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

After reading the Sword Preface, the second chapter is called Basic Sword Techniques, which is exactly the basic eighteen moves taught by Chen Chuyun. After several months of practice, Chen Zong has already mastered the basic eighteen moves to a certain level.

The sword follows my heart, but after reading it carefully, I still have the slightest feeling.

The third chapter is called the Four Techniques of Sword Techniques.

"There are four techniques in swordsmanship: fast, accurate, steady, and ruthless!"

"Only by being quick can we catch the enemy unawares and attack them unprepared, making them unable to defend themselves."

"Only by being accurate can you hit the target every time and never deviate."

"Only by being stable can you avoid making mistakes and be able to move with ease."

"Only ruthlessness can kill the enemy and overcome obstacles."

Looking back at it again, it is more intuitive and more touching than Chen Chuyun's verbal teachings. However, at present, Chen Zong is only practicing the three-character formula, and has not really practiced the ruthless formula.

Read carefully, there are also explanations and training methods of the Four-Character Jue, turn to the last one, there is a signature in the lower right corner - Xuan Bingzi!

"Xuan Bingzi?"

"Who is this?"

"Whoever can write such a small sword scripture must be an expert in swordsmanship." Chen Zong felt a hint of admiration in his heart.

The next day, Chen Zong still came outside Chen Chuyun's courtyard, but the courtyard door was closed. After standing in front of the door for a long time, Chen Zong turned around and left. He secretly decided that one day, he would also live in this courtyard.

Inside.

May 20, 395 in the Zhenwu Calendar.

A corner of the martial arts training ground.

"Chen Zong, take the sword."

The sword flashed and turned into a continuous force, like a waterfall rushing to kill.
To be continued...