Zhang Chucheng successfully ranked on the rising dragon list when he was twenty-three years old. After five years, he pushed his ranking to ninety, but this has also reached his limit. He will withdraw from the rising dragon list when he reaches his age.
According to the introduction in the Shenglong Book, Zhang Chucheng's swordsmanship is very good. At the same time, he also created a very powerful swordsmanship - the Heaven-Breaking Swordsmanship!
As many as three Yang Shen warriors died under his heaven-shattering sword skills.
After sizing up Zhang Chucheng for a moment, Song Yan withdrew his gaze. This disapproving attitude made Zhang Bicheng itch with hatred.
"Brother Chu, you're here, hurry up, I still have a place here."
An enthusiastic voice sounded, coming from Wang Bo.
Not only Wang Bo is here today, but also the seven young heroes from the dust-washing banquet are here.
Everyone greeted Song Yan very enthusiastically, which made Zhang Bicheng's face become even more ugly. Although the incident at the dust-washing banquet was not deliberately publicized, the fact that he was defeated by Chu Fan and slapped in the face was still the same. It spread in Longya City.
After a few days, no matter where he went, Zhang Bicheng seemed to feel someone pointing behind him. This made him very angry, and the hatred for Song Yan in his heart skyrocketed.
At this moment, Zhang Chucheng slowly spoke: "Brother, you are upset. I have taught you that as a swordsman, you must not let hatred influence your emotions at any time. Once your emotions are upset, your sword will become more sensitive." Big savings!”
"Brother, I know everything, but that boy Chu Fan is so abominable!" Zhang Bicheng said unwillingly: "If I don't kill him, I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart!"
"You are very talented, but your character is undecided, and you are inevitably a bit impetuous. If you can't get rid of your impetuousness, you will never be able to defeat him in this life!" Zhang Chucheng said lightly.
He is a pure swordsman with strong intuition. The moment Song Yan stepped into the banquet hall, he felt a hint of danger and threat.
"Brother, why don't you help me kill him!" Zhang Bicheng said bitterly.
"No!"
Zhang Chucheng shook his head: "This time, I will not let you go by your temper. Chu Fan is a very good whetstone. If you can defeat him, your future achievements will definitely exceed that of your elder brother. I hope you will not disappoint me!"
Hearing this, Zhang Bicheng couldn't help but have a flash of disappointment in his eyes, and whispered: "I know."
There were more than thirty young talents invited by King Ningyue of Jin this time, among whom Song Yan and Zhang Chucheng were the most famous.
But because Song Yan severely humiliated Zhang Bicheng at the dust-washing banquet before, without understanding Zhang Chucheng's thoughts, except for Wang Bo, Yan Ru, Ji Mingyue and other seven people, no one else took the initiative to talk to him. There is a smell of distance inside.
"Prince Jin and Princess Jin are here!"
After a while, a voice came from outside the banquet hall, and then the young heroes present stood up one after another.
Under the gaze of everyone, Jin Wang Ning Yue and Jin Princess Zhu Hongluan entered the banquet hall surrounded by four guards and four maids.
"I've met King Jin, and I've met Princess Jin!"
Everyone opened their mouths to say hello.
The two people who were greeted had a faint smile on their faces, and then they came to the main seat and sat down hand in hand.
Song Yan only glanced at King Jin, and then his eyes fell on Zhu Hongluan. She looked like a woman from the 26th and 27ths, with extremely beautiful appearance and a noble and inviolable majesty.
But it also gives people a very gentle feeling.
Feeling Song Yan's gaze, Zhu Hongluan glanced at him, then smiled at him and turned away. There was no difference at all, but there was a wave of excitement in his heart, because Song Yan's appearance was at least 78% similar to that of Chu Tianxing. Very similar, it can be said that they were printed from the same mold.
"You gentlemen, please take a seat." King Jin fell behind and looked around with a smile. He raised his hand and lowered his hand to signal everyone to take a seat.
"Thank you, Prince Jin."
Everyone thanked him in unison.
"let's start!"
King Jin said something, and then a group of women in pink dresses floated over. The sound of silk and bamboo also played, and the group of women in pink dresses danced to the music.
These dancers have been carefully selected, and they are all outstanding in appearance, figure, and dancing skills. Even the knowledgeable young talents present here cannot help but be attracted to them.
But Song Yan was very indifferent.
It’s not surprising after seeing it so much. Besides, what kind of dance isn’t there in the main world
After the dance, the dancers retreated, and Jin Wang Ning Yue and Jin Wangfu Zhu Hongluan toasted everyone at the same time.
Everyone also raised their glasses in return.
Next, Ning Yue talked to everyone for a while with a smile on his face, and the second show began. This time, the performer was a group of soldiers wearing bright armor. They performed a sword dance, accompanied by rapid and rapid movements. The surging drum sound gives people a feeling of blood spurting out.
Next, there will be guqin solo, guqin and flute ensemble and other programs.
Later, a young man dressed as a scholar appeared and sang a poem that was widely circulated in this world.
Unknowingly, more than half an hour passed.
King Jin left with the princess on the pretext that he had something to do, and the banquet was hosted by a steward from the palace.
However, everyone came because of the name of King Jin, and when they saw him, they all retreated, and no one wanted to go on.
"Brother Chu, how about we find a place to have a few drinks?" Wen Renjunjie suggested.
"OK!"
Song Yan nodded in agreement.
Just as a group of them walked out of the hall, a figure blocked their way.
"Mr. Zhang, this is Prince Jin's Mansion, I hope you can exercise some restraint!"
Before Song Yan could speak, Yan Ru spoke first.
"snort!"
Zhang Bicheng let out a cold snort, then stared at Song Yan and said: "Chu Fan, just wait, for up to three years, I will defeat you with my own hands and make you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Bicheng walked away without giving Song Yan a chance to refute.
"A funny guy!"
Song Yan curled his lips speechlessly, but did not take the opponent's challenge seriously.
Just when everyone was about to walk out of Prince Jin's Mansion, a steward of the Prince's Mansion arrived: "Mr. Chu, my Prince Jin has invited you!"
"No time!"
Song Yan said lightly.
The steward was stunned, and Wenren Junjie Wang Bo and others were also very surprised.
"Brother Chu, maybe King Jin has something important to do with you, so you might as well go there!" Wang Bo advised.
"Yes, Brother Chu, the King of Jin is quite famous, you might as well go there!" Wenren Junjie also persuaded him.
Song Yan pretended to reluctantly agree: "Okay! Just drink this time...!"
"It's okay, let's meet up next time!"
Wang Bo waved his hand.
"Yes, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!"
Under the leadership of the steward of the palace, Song Yan came to a pavilion. There was a person sitting in the pavilion, but it was not King Ning Yue of Jin, but Princess Zhu Hongluan of Jin, who was also the biological mother of the original owner.
"You all should stand down. I am discussing important matters with Mr. Chu. No one is allowed to come within three hundred steps!" Zhu Hongluan glanced at Song Yan, and then ordered in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Song Yan showed a playful smile. He wanted to see what kind of medicine Zhu Hongluan was selling in his gourd
Author's digression: First update, thanks to Deng Dai for the generous reward from three princes of the Warring States Period (To be continued)