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Chapter 5 Who can be the chief

October 10, 394 in the Zhenwu Calendar.

Contrary to the usual norm, the sky was dark, the clouds were dense and heavy, and there was a bit of restlessness in the air, which made people feel unspeakably depressed.

The wind blowing by was a bit unbridled, stirring up dust and sand, and when it blew over the cheeks, it made people feel the slightest chill.

The disciples of each group had already gathered in every corner of the martial arts training ground, and the swordsmanship group gathered in the northeast corner of the martial arts training ground, arranged in order.

"Today is the battle for group chief once a month, and it is also the first battle for you to enter the clan hall." Chen Chuyun's cold voice penetrated everyone's ears clearly through the cool breeze: "If you win the group chief, you will get something.

Ten energy pills as reward.”

Everyone stared.

"If you defeat the leaders of other groups, you will get a jar of medicinal wine brewed with Huyang Zhuanggu Paste."

Chen Zuozuo and other five clan members not only widened their eyes, but also breathed quickly. Obviously, this medicinal wine was more valuable than ten energy pills.

"Huyang Bone Strengthening Ointment is a secret medicine made by our Chen family with a unique secret recipe. It strengthens bones and marrow and tempers blood and energy." Chen Chuyun glanced at Chen Zong and explained: "The effect is better than the energy pills.

.”

In fact, Jingjing Pills are more suitable to be taken before tempering blood Qi and are not as helpful as before in tempering blood Qi. However, the medicinal wine made from Huyang Zhuanggu Paste mainly strengthens bone marrow and tempers blood Qi.

"I will not only win the championship of the sword group, but also defeat the other four groups." Chen Zuozuo vowed, making no secret of his determination.

"Brother Zuo Zuo is the best in cultivation and has superb swordsmanship. You must be the leader." Chen Shuiqing said flatteringly.

"Swords have no eyes. For the sake of fairness and safety in the competition, you can only fight with wooden swords." On Chen Chuyun's left side was a bundle of black wooden swords of the same length and thickness, and on the right was a black wooden box: "You seven,

Lots will be drawn, with numbers 1 and 2 facing off, numbers 3 and 4 facing off, numbers 5 and 6 facing off, and number 7 having a bye.”

"I'll come first." Chen Wu quickly walked to the wooden box, reached out and took out a wooden sign: "Haha, No. 7, I'm so lucky."

The other six people took turns to come forward. Chen Zong drew number five, and his opponent was number six.

"The first game, No. 1 vs. No. 2."

Everyone retreated one after another, leaving the venue to No. 1 and No. 2.

Number one is Chen Yan, number two is Chen Shuiqing, they happen to be the two women among the seven.

"Admit defeat, you are no match for me." Chen Shuiqing pointed his wooden sword at Chen Yan and said proudly.

"How would you know if you haven't fought before?" Chen Yan smiled and showed the starting position of Fuliu Sword Technique.

"You asked for it." Chen Shuiqing practiced the Afterimage Sword Technique. When he stabbed out with a sword, the sword trembled slightly, and three sword shadows appeared, alternating with the sword body, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Chen Yan's figure is swaying, and the wooden sword is waving like a willow branch. He has also reached the peak of Dacheng, which is pleasing to the eye.

The Fuliu Sword Technique, which is also at the pinnacle of Dacheng, has a kind of softness when used by Chen Yanjian, while it has a kind of toughness when used by Chen Zong.

In Chen Zong's eyes, both Chen Yan and Chen Shuiqing have many flaws in their swordsmanship.

It only took five minutes from the time the sword was drawn to the end. Chen Shuiqing was defeated by one move and his face was ashen.

Number three was Chen Shaoze and number four was Chen Zuozu. There was no duel between the two because Chen Shaoze immediately admitted defeat and knew that he was no match for Chen Zuozu. Chen Zuozu took it for granted.

The third battle was between Chen Zong and Chen Che. Chen Zuozuo glanced at Chen Che, and Chen Che understood and nodded secretly.

"You tribe bastard, let me see how well you have practiced the three swordsmanships?" Chen Che put on the starting position of the eagle fencing swordsmanship and grinned: "Have you started yet?"

Chen Zong did not show any sword skills, he just stood upright with the wooden sword.

"Arrogant bumpkin." Chen Shuiqing was in a bad mood and spoke openly sarcastically.

"Probably because I didn't even get started, I was too embarrassed to show it out for fear of being embarrassed." Chen Wu said with a smile, and Chen Zuozuo's lips curled up with a hint of contempt.

"Take my move, Eagle Claw Strike!" Chen Che's eyes were cold and sharp, his steps were flying, he jumped up slightly, and stabbed out the wooden sword in his hand quickly. With a slight trembling of his wrist, the sword was like the sharp claws of an eagle, fiercely

He grabbed Chen Zong's shoulder.

The wooden sword was fast and cruel, merciless, and seemed determined to injure Chen Zong. Chen Zong seemed to be frightened and remained motionless.

Chen Wu and the others grinned, and were about to laugh a few words, when Chen Zong moved, raised his right hand, and stabbed out the black wooden sword like lightning, following the flaw and hitting Chen Che's chest directly.

He rolled over on his back, fell to the ground, and felt constant pain in his chest. Chen Che was sure that the place where he was hit was completely black and blue, but he was confused. What happened?

It was obvious that his eagle claw strike was about to hit the opponent's shoulder, so why did he suddenly fall to the ground and roll over?

Chen Wu opened his mouth wide and could not utter a word. His whole body was in a state of confusion. Chen Zuozuo also had a look of surprise on his face. The sword strike just now was very fast.

Chen Chuyun nodded secretly, his recent training has been quite fruitful.

Quick, accurate, and steady has already gained a certain level of popularity.

There is no doubt that Chen Zong won. It was just an understatement of the sword. He could also see that none of these people had practiced the basic eighteen moves. Perhaps, they did not pay attention to it at all. Otherwise, there would be flaws in Chen Che's sword skills.

, it won’t be that obvious.

"You four draw lots again." Chen Chuyun said.

This time Chen Zong drew number 2, Chen Yan drew number 3, Chen Wu drew number 4, and Chen Zuozuo drew number 1.

"Remember what I said twenty days ago. It came true soon." Although Chen Zuozuo was surprised by the speed of Chen Zong's sword, he still didn't pay attention to it. This concept of despising the clan has been circulating for a long time, and it is not

It can be reversed so easily.

"Please." Chen Zong's answer was very simple.

"Brother Zuo Zuo, teach him a lesson." Chen Shuiqing shouted.

"Yes." Chen Che nodded vigorously, feeling the injury on his chest and gasping for air.

Chen Zuozuo took up the eagle fencing stance, and his whole aura immediately changed. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he was treating Chen Zong as prey.

The same swordsmanship and the same realm were displayed by Chen Zuozuo, who was completely better than Chen Che. He was a capable opponent and worthy of being taken seriously. Chen Zong also used the eagle fencing swordsmanship.

Everyone felt as if Chen Zong was about to turn into an eagle and soar with wings.

"Impossible!" Not only Chen Zuozuo, but several others also whispered.

Didn't it mean that Chen Zong only started to practice the three swordsmanships such as Eagle Fencing after he entered the clan hall? Why did the starting moves he performed have reached the peak of Dacheng, and even surpassed Chen Zuozuo?

"There is already a hint of perfection." Chen Chuyun said secretly.

When you have practiced swordsmanship to this point, it is not difficult to continue practicing and reach perfection. It is just a matter of time.

It sounds simple, but in reality it is not easy. For most people, no matter how hard they work, they still cannot practice martial arts to perfection. That is something that only a few people can do.

Draw your sword!

Like an eagle taking flight, it spreads its wings and flies across the sky.

Eagle fencing swordsmanship, the main attack, uses the tip of the sword to attack the enemy, and the performance is fierce.

Eagle Wing Strike!

Eagle Claw Strike!

Eagle soars!

Eagle pecks!

Sword after sword, no mercy, the wooden sword is like a wing, like a claw, like a sharp beak.

Following a flaw, Chen Zong cut out his sword and hit Chen Zuiyi's arm directly, like a whip. Chen Zuiyi's arm trembled, and the wooden sword almost fell from his hand. He hurriedly retreated.

"Wait a minute." Seeing that Chen Zong was about to pursue him, Chen Zuozuo spoke quickly.

"Are you going to admit defeat?" Chen Zong's words made Chen Zuozuo almost vomit blood.

"I will not admit defeat. The battle just now was not my true strength. Now, I will let you know how powerful I am." Chen Zuozuo said angrily, and once again showed a sword fighting stance, which was completely different from the eagle fencing sword technique.

A kind of briskness, and soon, Chen Zuozuo was carrying blood energy, and his skin turned slightly red.

"Quick sword!" With a low cry, Chen Zuiyi drew his sword. The sword was astonishingly fast, piercing the air and making a sharp whistle. The moment he drew the sword, it appeared in front of Chen Zong.

"So fast!" Chen Zong was surprised and quickly backed away. He swung his wooden sword and blocked the opponent's sword. Unexpectedly, Chen Zuoyou quickly retracted his sword and stabbed out again, and his speed increased a little.

One sword followed another, the faster the speed, Chen Zong kept retreating, his eyes were sharp, looking for flaws in Chen Zuiyi's swordsmanship.

This fast sword has very few flaws, and it is fleeting and difficult to grasp.

If that's the case, then create your own loopholes.

Willow pose!

False shadow style!

Eagle pecks!

A sword hit Chen Zuiyi's wrist directly. The terrifying force seemed to shatter his bones and muscles, causing the sword to fall off.

Another sword thrust, pressed against Chen Zuiyi's throat.

"Before, you could admit defeat." Chen Zong said quietly, making Chen Zuozuo almost vomit blood again.

He had obviously performed the Seventh Style of Quick Sword, which was more powerful than the Eagle Fencing Sword Technique. He had obviously transferred his blood energy to strengthen his body in all directions, and his strength had increased by a hundred kilograms, but he was still defeated in the end.

Next, it’s Chen Yan versus Chen Wu.

Chen Wu practiced the Afterimage Sword Technique. In a duel between the two sides, Chen Wu's sword was powerful and he defeated Chen Yan.

"The final battle is between Chen Zong and Chen Wu." Chen Chuyun announced.

This battle is related to the ownership of the chief of the sword group, and even more related to the ownership of the ten energy pills.

"I admit defeat." Chen Wu hesitated for a while and then said. His strength is at best similar to Chen Che, not as good as Chen Zuozuo. Chen Zuozuo was defeated by Chen Zong even at full strength. What happened to him in the fight with Chen Zong?

There is only one.

In this case, Chen Wu didn't want to go up to avoid embarrassment.

A person who practices swordsman is afraid of a battle despite such a competition. His sharpness has been lost and it is difficult to achieve success. Chen Chuyun secretly thought, but this is the opponent's right and she will not interfere.

"The chief of the sword group is Chen Zong. In the afternoon, there will be a battle for the chiefs of the five groups. There will be clan elders coming to watch the battle." Chen Chuyun said: "Chen Zong, prepare well and defeat the other four chiefs."

"Yes." Chen Zong's voice was decisive and powerful.

"Disband."

Chen Chuyun left, and Chen Zong also left with him.

"Humph, the villain has his way." Staring at Chen Zong's back, Chen Che was indignant.

"Does he think that by winning the sword group chief, he can defeat the chiefs of the other four groups? He is too self-righteous." The same is true for Chen Shuiqing.

"As far as I know, Chen Fenghua of the sword group has mastered the chain sword technique and the heavy blow sword technique to the peak, and his strength is even higher than mine." Chen Zuozuo smiled coldly.

"In the afternoon, let's see how this clan bastard embarrasses himself in front of the elders." Chen Wu said with a smile.

"You are really pathetic." Chen Yanluo said and left with everyone's faces livid.


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