"Chen Zong, this kind of occasion is not for someone like you, why don't you leave quickly." An unabashed scolding sounded, and everyone's eyes focused on him.
"What does it have to do with you?" When Chen Zong saw it, it was Chen He who he hadn't seen for many days. He was surprised at first, and then responded lukewarmly.
"It has nothing to do with me. First, I am your clan brother. Second, only those with a certain identity, strength and invitation can enter such occasions. Look at you, you are only at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm.
What qualifications does a mere clan member have to enter? I asked you to leave quickly, so you should get up and leave immediately, so as not to lose the face of our Chen family." Chen He's face darkened and he spoke urgently, blasting at Chen Zong like a barrage of cannons.
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"I have an invitation." Chen Zong said calmly.
"You have an invitation..." Chen He was startled for a moment, then laughed: "Are you kidding? Can you get an invitation from the Shenglong Society?"
The other two people who went upstairs at the same time as Chen He were a man and a woman. They frowned slightly and strode over. They didn't know what happened.
"It's really ridiculous. If you are not qualified to enter here just by tempering your body's blood and energy six times to become a warrior at the martial arts level, and to be listed as one of the six Fengwu heroes, then what does it mean to be qualified?" Yang
Yigu slowly took a sip of wine and said slowly.
"Tempering the blood energy six times!"
"Six Little Heroes of Fengwu!"
Chen He's face changed drastically, and his heart felt like it was struck by lightning.
"Impossible, how can a mere member of a branch do this?"
But when he saw the joking and sarcastic looks next to him, Chen He realized that it was true. During the time when he was out training, something happened in the Chen Family Hall that he didn't know about.
"Is it true that Chen Zongyou's invitation is true, and it is true that he was invited by the Shenglong Society. Jun Luo personally invited him by name." Tang Junhao came over with a displeased face, his eyes were cold and stern, and a power like a superior fell on Chen He.
: "Chen He, you are not welcome here, please leave."
"You can't do this." Chen He's expression suddenly changed, as did the two people who came with him.
Once he leaves like this, Chen He will become a laughing stock.
"I don't want to say the same thing a second time." Tang Junhao looked indifferent.
"Okay, I'll leave now." Although Chen He's face was gloomy, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, he still had a trace of reason to restrain himself. This is the Zhengwu Building, the property of the Tang family, and the Shenglong Society.
If he breaks out in the venue, he will be happy for a while, but the consequences will be very serious, which he cannot bear.
A fierce gaze swept over Chen Zong's face, turned around, and Chen He strode downstairs and left.
"The people who come here are all qualified to accept my invitation from the Tang Family. I don't want to hear similar words again." Tang Junhao said loudly, warning secretly, and nodded to Chen Zong before leaving.
"Are you the brother of the Chen clan, the one who learned swordsmanship from Sister Izumo?" The woman, one of the two people who came at the same time as Chen He, looked at Chen Zong suspiciously and asked.
"I am Chen Zong." Chen Zong nodded.
"My name is Chen Hongying, you should call me clan sister." Chen Hongying said with a playful smile.
"My name is Chen Xia. I have long heard that a great figure has emerged from the clan martial arts disciples, and has won the title of chief king many times in a row. I didn't expect that you would temper your blood energy six times, and even get the skills of the six Fengwu masters.
The name is indeed extraordinary." Chen Xia smiled and said in a rather friendly tone.
"Brother Chen Xia is overly praised." Chen Zong said with a smile.
Ever since Chen Chuyun and others went to Qiyao Martial Academy, Chen Xia, a disciple of the Chen Clan, was the number one master, Chen He was the second, and Chen Hongying was the third.
The previous top master was Chen Chuyun. In other words, if Chen Zong lived in Chen Chuyun's former courtyard, he would need to challenge Chen Xia and defeat him.
The people who came here to participate in the Sheng Long Meeting, apart from those who were directly invited by name like Chen Zong, were the top three members of the younger generation of each family.
At this time, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the stairs. Everyone seemed to realize something and looked up one after another.
I saw a figure walking slowly down the stairs on the fourth floor.
A pair of purple-gold dragon-patterned combat shoes, an exquisite purple military uniform, the uniform is gilded and painted with golden dragon patterns, his eyes are bright and restrained and domineering, and he wears a purple-gold crown. He is none other than the protagonist of today's banquet - Tang Junluo.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to participate in the Shenglong meeting held by my family for me." Tang Junluo strode over and sat down on the reserved seat. His momentum was full, and his clear voice reached everyone's ears.
His eyes swept over everyone's face, stopping briefly at Chen Zong.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Tang Junluo extended his hand to signal, and everyone took their seats one after another. The seats were just right.
"Jun Luo tempered his blood energy eight times and became a warrior. He broke the previous record of our Fengwu City and created a new record. It is gratifying." Tang Junhao stood up and said: "I will offer you tea instead of wine. I will pay my respects to you first."
Luo a cup.”
"As it should be."
"Congratulations."
"From now on, our Fengwu City will be better than the other six cities in this regard."
Everyone picked up their teacups and greeted Tang Junluo from afar, but Yang Yigu continued to drink.
Although this banquet was prepared by the wealthy Tang family, there were no elders present. In fact, the highest level of cultivation had only reached the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm, so it was completely an occasion for young people.
"The purpose of holding this Shenglong Meeting is to congratulate Jun Luo and share with everyone the glory that belongs to the Tang family and Fengwu City. The other purpose is to gather all the heroes and get to know each other.
, and we can take this opportunity to talk about martial arts and compare each other's evidence." Tang Junhao was like a spokesperson.
"Tang Junluo, I lost half a move to you that day. Today, I have become a warrior. I will come again to ask for advice." Zhao Wangcheng stood up, his tone was cold and his eyes were like daggers.
"I will give you a chance, but not now." Tang Jun Luo Buxu Buji said, Zhao Wangcheng did not force him and sat down again.
"In that case, let me start first. I heard that the drunken swordsman Yang Yigu becomes more powerful with your sword. I have long wanted to learn from him." Someone stood up and directly invited Yang Yigu to fight.
"This is a competition. The sword has no eyes. Please remember not to use all your strength. It is best not to use the power of Qi and blood." Tang Junhao reminded.
"Drinking wine and practicing swordplay, looking for the wind while drunk, pick up my sword." Yang Yigu grabbed the wine gourd with his left hand and took a swig of wine. His eyes were dim. He drew the sword with his right hand and turned it into a breeze, blowing towards the opponent. The sword seemed to be still alive.
It has a strong aroma of alcohol.
The flowing clouds and flowing water are natural!
Chen Zong's eyes were bright, and he had the urge to compete with Yang Yigu in swordsmanship.
Swish, swish, swish!
Yang Yigu drew out his sword continuously, like a gust of breeze, and used any martial arts to force the opponent to retreat continuously. When the opponent tried to use martial arts to counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a flaw.
Landing on the other person's neck, the cold touch immediately made the other person shiver all over and goosebumps appeared on his neck.
"Drunken Sword is really powerful, I lost." Although this man was a little embarrassed, he admitted it generously.
"Want to drink together?" Yang Yigu asked, holding up the gourd.
"I don't like drinking." The man's expression changed and he answered quickly, which disappointed Yang Yigu.
"Yang Yigu, don't embarrass yourself here." Yang Feiyu scolded him coldly.
"Then do you want to drink?" Yang Yigu returned to his seat with messy steps and motioned to Yang Feiyu, whose face was ashen.
"Yang Yigu, I'm here to fight you. If you lose, leave here immediately." Yang Zhiyin of the Yang family frowned and spoke in a bad tone.
"If you lose, have a drink." Yang Yigu seemed to like asking people to drink.
"If I lose, I will leave this place." Yang Zhiyin would rather leave than drink Yang Yigu's wine, as if it was poison.
"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu sighed softly and stood up again. His steps seemed messy, but he seemed to be riding on the wind and riding on the moon. The long sword was unsheathed, bringing with it a soft whistle, which turned into a gentle breeze.
The sword light is connected in a series, as if it penetrates every hole.
Yang Zhiyin immediately drew his sword and turned into a sharp light and shot through the air.
Among the three wealthy families and the five major families, the Li family and the Yang family are both good at swordsmanship, but in different ways.
What Yang Yigu used was not the swordsmanship of the Yang family, but what he got by chance. Since this was a banquet, it was just a sparring session rather than a life-or-death battle, and he usually didn't use high-level martial arts.
Of course, a level martial arts that is not driven by the power of Qi and blood is not as useful as a foundation-building martial arts.
The foundation-building martial arts performed by Yang Yigu is called the Seven Stances of the Drunken Sword. It has footwork to coordinate with it. It seems chaotic, but in fact, it is accurate in the chaos.
What Yang Zhiyin used was the Yang family's Feihong sword technique. The sword was like a Feihong, light and sharp.
Regardless of Yang Yigu or Yang Zhiyin, both of them are at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, and their physical strength is also a thousand pounds. Unless there is some chance encounter or other wishes, the physical strength of a warrior from the fourth to the ninth level of the Qi and Blood Realm is
All pretty much the same.
The force of a thousand catties represents a limit.
Limits are not so easy to break.
The long swords clashed, chaos and sharpness collided again and again.
Yang Yigu drank while drawing his sword. His sword skills became faster and more fierce, gradually suppressing Yang Zhiyin.
"Damn it." Yang Zhiyin secretly thought that something was not right. If he continued like this, he would be defeated. He activated the power of Qi and blood, used his level martial arts, and struck out with a sword. The light of the sword became dazzling, and the Qi energy surrounded him and condensed into a flying flying weapon.
The eagle made a sharp cry and pounced on Yang Yigu fiercely.
"The first level of Flying Eagle Sword Technique!"
"The Realm of Great Accomplishment!"
Everyone's expressions changed greatly. Yang Yigu's figure swayed and his steps staggered, as if he was drunk. The long sword swayed with his body, and the smell of alcohol filled the air, and the strong fragrance overflowed.
The hazy sword light penetrated the air like clouds and fog.
The aroma of alcohol filled the air, making Yang Zhiyin a little dizzy for a moment. He felt that his eyes were in a trance for a moment. The originally hazy sword shadow dissipated and turned into a sharp sword light that struck, shattering the flying eagle's shadow. The sword body was in front of him.
Yang Zhiyin patted the back of his hand lightly, but Yang Zhiyin felt as if the back of his hand was about to be broken. He could no longer hold the sword and dropped it.
Then, as if his throat was pricked by needles, he stretched out his hand to touch a little scarlet. Yang Yigu had already sheathed his sword and returned to his seat with messy steps.
"I'll take my leave first." Yang Zhiyin's expression changed, and finally he picked up the sword, nodded to Tang Junhao, Tang Junluo and others, turned around and strode away. He had no shame in staying any longer.