Inside the building is a wide hall. In addition to Chen Zong, there are also those who have entered the registration before and are selecting opponents.
In the Wushuang Sword Fight registration building, there are twenty warriors with the same level of swordsmanship as assessors. Choose one of the twenty people to fight. As long as you can defeat the other party, you will pass the assessment and you will have the real opportunity to participate in Wushuang.
Qualifications for sword fighting.
It can be said that registration is the first level, and assessment is the second level. Only after going through two levels can you truly participate in unparalleled sword fighting.
There were dozens of people entering before Chen Zong, and they stepped forward one by one to select their opponents, while others sat on chairs in the corner and waited.
"Remember, this is an assessment of swordsmanship. No other power can be used except swordsmanship." The old man who was managing the assessment said in a deep voice, repeating it many times.
Soon, someone picked an opponent, and the two of them walked to the empty space in the middle with the swords without blades, and faced each other a few meters apart.
Both sides drew their swords, and the sword light was dazzling, like the light from the sky breaking through the clouds or the shooting stars penetrating the moon, and they were killing each other in an instant.
Neither of them used their real power, nor did they use much physical strength. It was just a pure competition of swordsmanship. After all, warriors fighting in the Wushuang Sword Fight need superb swordsmanship. If the swordsmanship is not enough, it will only make the Wushuang Swordsman weak.
Fight to shame.
The pure swordsmanship competition is even more dangerous. You come and I go, and the collision of the two swords causes countless sparks to fly away, accompanied by bursts of harsh sounds of gold and iron surging around.
The battle ended with the assessor's defeat.
He walked out of the building with a dejected look, which meant that he was not qualified to participate in the unparalleled sword fight.
Get up next and pick your opponent.
Battle after battle continues, some people successfully pass the test, while others fail. Overall, there are fewer people who pass the test.
Chen Zong sat on the chair, breathing long and long, watching the swordsmanship competitions one after another. His expression did not change at all, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart. Whether he was the examiner or the examiner, although the swordsmanship was good, there was no difference in the swordsmanship.
It's just not bad, at most it's the first level of the realm of body and sword integration.
Next, it's Chen Zong's turn.
Chen Zong pulled out a magic iron long sword from the sword stand on the side and walked out as if taking a leisurely stroll, tapping at will to choose an opponent.
To Chen Zong, the twenty examiners are the same no matter who they are as opponents.
"Take the sword." There was a low groan, the long sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword was melodious, as sweet as a string, like the tinkling of spring water in the distance, like the gentle breeze on the horizon.
Natural, freehand, flowing like flowing water.
In an understatement, the examiner didn't even swing his sword. Chen Zong's long sword lightly touched his heart, then drew it away at the touch, leaving a few sword marks on his robe.
When Chen Zong put the Divine Iron Sword back on the sword stand, the examiner and others were in a daze before they came to their senses.
Defeated!
In an instant, he was defeated before he could react. If this was a life-and-death fight, he would have died long ago.
The examiner couldn't help but cover his heart with the sword marks on his robe, his heart suddenly beat faster, his face turned slightly pale, and a trace of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, he was terrified.
"Master." Everyone else was shocked inwardly.
This kind of swordsmanship may seem simple, but it has the charm of returning to nature. Only a true master of swordsmanship can perform it.
For a moment, everyone looked at Chen Zong differently.
Horror, admiration, and implicit jealousy.
"Congratulations on passing the examination. The Wushuang Sword Fight will be held on Feihong Mountain in half a month. Please arrive on time." The old man's tone was different from before, a little more respectful.
Nodding, Chen Zong took the wooden sign that passed the examination and walked out of the building.
"Brother Chen."
Outside the building, Chen Zong saw Qin Yi and Lin Fu, who were still waiting in line to register for boarding.
"Brother Qin." Chen Zong responded, but ignored Lin Fu.
"Brother Chen, you passed the test, right?" Qin Yi said with a smile.
"Exactly, with Brother Qin's swordsmanship, this test is easy." Chen Zong said with a slight smile.
The two of them didn't talk much, just a few words, Chen Zong left here, and naturally he wanted to find a place to stay in the city temporarily.
Feihong Mountain is not far from Jinghong City.
I asked one restaurant after another and they were all full.
The business during the Wushuang Sword Fight is the best. Both accommodation and meals are almost full. I don’t know how many people have difficulty finding a place to stay or a place to eat.
After searching almost all over the city, Chen Zong finally found a place to stay, which was the last room of a small inn.
"One lingbei per day, plus meals."
The small inn is a bit shabby, with only one boss and one waiter. In normal times, few warriors would care about it. Only some traveling businessmen who can't make a lot of money come to stay. One Lingbei is enough to stay for several days and
Meals included.
But during this unparalleled sword fight, everything was in short supply. Therefore, the owner of this small inn also planned to take this opportunity to make a fortune. After all, it only happened once every three years. If you missed it, you would regret it. However, he did not dare to set the price.
Too outrageous.
From a few days with meals included to a day with no meals included, this increase is enough to scare away those traveling businessmen.
"Stay here for fifteen days first." Chen Zong took out fifteen spirit shells and placed them gently on the counter under the boss's gleaming eyes.
"Er Gouzi, take the distinguished guest to the room immediately." The boss waved his hand and put away the fifteen pieces of spirit shells, as if his palm contained a space as big as a mustard seed bag. He put a smile on his face and shouted quickly
He said, and then greeted Chen Zong warmly: "Does your distinguished guest need hot water? If so, tell Ergouzi to boil a bucket without extra money."
"Okay." Chen Zong nodded.
Taking a hot bath is undoubtedly very comfortable.
Er Gouzi was a thin young man with slippery and clever eyes. He nodded and bowed and led Chen Zong to the last vacant room.
The door was pushed open with a creak. The small room only had a simple wooden bed and a pair of very old wooden tables and chairs, but they were wiped clean.
There are thousands of vast mansions to make a home in, and brocade quilts and jade beds to sleep on, but even so, one can sleep peacefully on broken walls and ruins.
Chen Zong didn't care about the quality of the guest room, as long as it was clean enough.
"Objective, you rest first, I will go and boil hot water for you." Ergouzi bent down and said. He not only yearned for these warriors, but also had enough awe, and was worried that he might offend the moody people.
, even if he was killed, he would have nowhere to seek justice.
Chen Zong naturally would not care about anything with an ordinary person, as long as the other party did not offend him.
Along the way, Chen Zong didn't practice much, so he settled down and adjusted himself. When the waiter brought the hot water, Chen Zong took a hot bath for a while, feeling that all the dust was gone, and his whole body was refreshed.
Shutai.
Leaning against the edge of the big wooden barrel, Chen Zong closed his eyes and let his thoughts fly, as if he was half asleep and half awake.
When the water was completely cool, Chen Zong woke up naturally and jumped up gently. There was still a transparent figure in the bucket that seemed to be made of countless water droplets. As for Chen Zong, he didn't know when he had stopped.
Finished wearing the sword robe.
When Chen Zong sat down on the wooden bed, the figures in the wooden barrel dispersed and turned into countless water droplets falling into the barrel. The outside was dry and not wet at all.
Enter concentration, exercise your skills, and your true power surges forward.
He replaced sleep with cultivation, and it was not until dawn that Chen Zongfang opened his eyes. The restrained energy flowed in his eyes, washing them away like water waves, and then disappeared.
Chen Zong breathed out, not wanting to cause damage to the guest room, so Chen Zong let the breath disperse naturally.
He stood up and started making gestures in the room with his sword. This sword technique seemed chaotic and ordinary, but every sword contained profound secrets. It was the interpretation of the second level of the Zhaoxuan realm. Every sword pierced
Remove the dust particles in the air.
Motes of dust are invisible and can only be perceived by those who have reached the realm.
Chen Zong could only barely pierce the dust with his sword. If one day he could pierce the dust at will, it would mean that Chen Zong's swordsmanship had reached an extreme level.
Chen Zong's swordsmanship skills have reached the current level, and there is no need to use big and small moves. He can practice in a small area and understand the mysteries.
For several days, Chen Zong, except for asking the waiter to bring some meals, did not step out of the room and spent all his time practicing.
The cultivation of Zongheng's true power, after all, his cultivation is his own shortcoming, and it is the biggest limitation of his current strength.
I haven’t given up on my swordsmanship either. Not long ago I was going to participate in an unparalleled sword fight. The stronger my swordsmanship, the better.
Ten days passed, and there were still five days left before the Wushuang sword fight. Chen Zong stepped out of the room and walked out of the inn for the first time.
There are more pedestrians on the street than ten days ago. At a glance, the crowds are surging like a wave. Ordinary people have to wait for a long time if they want to take a few steps. Chen Zong takes steps as nimble as a swimming fish.
, shuttles through the crowd without any hindrance and without causing any panic.
After staying in the inn for ten days, all the food he ate was the food prepared by the inn, which was very ordinary and tasted ordinary. Chen Zong felt that his mouth was about to fade away. This time when he came out, he also found a restaurant to eat and drink.
Thoughts of the last meal.
However, every table in every restaurant I passed was full of people.
Chen Zong walked into the last restaurant. If there was no more room, he would have to leave the city.
"Brother Chen." A familiar voice sounded, it was Qin Yi.
Qin Yi and Lin Fu are occupying a table, and there are still two empty seats for two people.
"Brother Qin." Chen Zong also responded.
"Brother Chen is here to have a meal too, please take a seat." Qin Yi stood up and invited, but Chen Zong did not refuse and walked over to sit down.
When Lin Fu saw Chen Zong snorting coldly and found that Chen Zong ignored her, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and depressed. Qin Yi noticed and patted her plain hand with a smile. Lin Fu's cheeks suddenly turned red.
"I haven't seen Chen Zong in a few days. I thought Brother Chen couldn't find a place to stay and left the city." Qin Yi smiled, poured a glass of wine for Chen Zong and raised his glass.
"I have been practicing in the guest room these past few days." Chen Zong also raised his glass in response.
"Huh, sharpen your sword in battle, and it will be bright even if it is not bright." Lin Fu said in a low voice, which was quite sarcastic, but Chen Zong just ignored it, which made Lin Fu even more frustrated.