Chen Zong and Zhan Ying lived in the same room, and their relationship was not bad.
A small gathering for dinner, the food is not bad, not only delicious but also hearty, there is also a little wine, everyone enjoys themselves.
"The day after tomorrow, the Four University Palaces will recruit disciples every three years, and I'm a little nervous just thinking about it." Zhan Ying's tone was a little excited, and he immediately looked at Chen Zong: "Brother Chen, it doesn't look like you're nervous at all. "
"There's nothing to be nervous about, what should come will always come." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
"Your mentality is really good." Zhan Ying smiled, as if he was also influenced by Chen Zong a little, and he was not so nervous.
After chatting for a while, Zhan Ying practiced exercises to purify the power of Qi and blood as much as possible.
To break through from the peak of the ninth level of Qi and blood to the state of strength training, the most important thing is that the power of Qi and blood is sufficiently pure. This requires time and energy to polish slowly, and there are almost no shortcuts to take.
In addition, the spiritual will must be strong enough.
Only when the two are combined, guided by the spirit and will, and a new kind of power is extracted from the body and the power of qi and blood, can one become a martial artist in the state of strength.
Under normal circumstances, the power of qi and blood can only be purified slowly, and the spiritual will can only be sharpened slowly. After all warriors reach the peak of the ninth level of qi and blood, it often takes a year or even longer to settle.
Some fighters are even difficult to break through in three to five years, and some are even worse, stuck in the bottleneck for a decade or two.
In terms of the purity of qi and blood, Chen Zong not only reached it but also far surpassed it. After all, there is no qi and blood that can compare with pure yang qi and blood in terms of purity.
When he returned to Qiyao Martial Arts Academy, apart from practicing, Chen Zong read all kinds of classics, and continued to study himself, and finally came to a conclusion, that is, if he wants to break through to the state of strength training, it will be more difficult than normal Qi and blood. The peak of the ninth floor is even bigger.
After all, his qi and blood power is too pure, this kind of foundation is incomparably vigorous, the perfect qi and blood realm and the cultivation of copper skin and steel bars also make Chen Zong's physical strength far surpass that of ordinary warriors. Extracting inner strength from the body and pure yang qi and blood requires a very strong spiritual will.
Now, that's not enough.
"At the very least, the spirit and will must be fully integrated." Chen Zong secretly said.
Because of the great perfection of Qi and blood, my spiritual will is becoming more and more perfect, but it has not been really perfect, at least, it will take a few months.
There is no better way to sharpen his spiritual will, so he can only let it go, and Chen Zong concentrates on comprehending swordsmanship.
The sword is the foundation of oneself, and the more you practice, the more you will feel this way.
In the middle of the night, Chen Zong finished his meditation, lay down to rest, and soon fell asleep.
The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is faint.
The sky was slightly bright, and Chen Zong was already practicing swordsmanship in the big courtyard. It was just a very common swordsmanship. Each swordmanship looked slow and direct, with a clear trajectory, and it was clear at a glance. Ordinary warriors could not see what was true.
"What a brilliant swordsmanship." Gu Xiaolin was startled, paying more attention to Chen Zong.
In the seemingly simple and straightforward swordsmanship, there seems to be a sense of ingenuity and clumsiness, which is like returning to the basics. It is a bit exaggerated to say that, after all, even I have not reached that level, I just have a sense of that kind of feeling.
However, after all, it's not a training state, it's not your opponent, and you don't need to pay too much attention to it. Liu Shuiyan and Yan Zhongzheng basically mean this.
Chen Zong, who was ranked fourth, could only make them pay a little attention because of his swordsmanship attainments, and the others did not have this qualification.
After all, there is a huge difference between the state of strength and the state of energy and blood.
When Chen Zong practiced his sword, he didn't care about other people's eyes. He just waved it at will, without any specificity. It was completely a combination of various foundation-building swordsmanship and the basic eighteen moves. The sword moved with his heart, and he was more looking for inspiration.
One sword and nine changes up to now, still can't be smooth and harmonious.
At this time, the closed door was pushed open, and eight people strode in, each with astonishing aura fluctuations, as if a gust of wind was blowing, which made people horrified.
"You are the new disciples of this year. You look good. There are three of you who have reached the state of strength training." The leader's eyes were sharp and imply domineering, and he was swept away by him. When they looked at each other, other people, even Qi Fei, flinched unconsciously under the eyes that contained spiritual will.
Dismount as soon as you come.
However, he was surprised to see that Chen Zong didn't flinch under his gaze. Looking at Chen Zong, he found that the other party's aura was harmonious, without revealing anything, and he couldn't tell the depth.
It's true that a Qi and blood realm is not afraid of the oppression of his own spiritual will, but that's all. After all, some warriors have stronger spiritual will, although it is rare, it is not surprising.
"You are... Zhang Tianchi!" Yan Zhongzheng frowned slightly, feeling that the other person seemed a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, thinking carefully, a name flashed in his mind.
Among the twenty-nine disciples of Tianyao Hall, Yan Zhongzheng was indeed the oldest. He was twenty-two years old, and he entered Tianyao Hall more than half a year earlier than the others, just before and after the four major palaces recruited disciples.
There were more than 20 disciples of Tianyao Hall participating in the previous session, but in the end, less than ten entered the four university palaces, and more than a dozen were eliminated, and Zhang Tianchi was one of them.
Now look at the other seven people behind Zhang Tianchi, they are indeed a bit familiar, they are all disciples of the previous Tianyao Hall.
Their age is now twenty-four at most.
After being eliminated that year, their names are still hung in the Qiyao Martial Academy, and they can continue to stay in the Tianyao Hall, but the Tianyao Hall will no longer provide any resources and must rely on themselves, so that group of disciples choose Leave and go out to practice.
Now that three years have passed, some of them have died in the process of training, and some have passed the age. Only Zhang Tianchi and other eight people are still alive and eligible, so they naturally don't want to miss such a grand event.
Chen Zong discovered that among the eight disciples in the previous session, six of them were at the level of strength training. Although the other two were not, the aura they emitted was very fluctuating, and they had completely reached the peak state of Qi and blood. It is not known how much stronger it is for an ordinary warrior at the ninth level of the Qi and Blood Realm.
It seemed that the other empty rooms in this courtyard were prepared for these people.
These eight people also officially settled in the small courtyard, waiting for tomorrow's grand event. Although they are unfamiliar, they are all disciples of Qiyao Martial Academy and Tianyao Hall in name, and there is no conflict between them. what conflict.
There is just one thing that makes people feel uncomfortable. These eight people may feel that they are waiting for someone earlier, or because they have a higher level of cultivation. When they look at Chen Zong and others, they always look condescending and talk The tone is also a tone of command.
Of course, there is no such thing as Gu Xiaolin and the other three. These three are all martial arts practitioners at the first stage of Jinjing, and it is their first time to participate. It is very likely that they will be able to enter the four university palaces, so they should not be underestimated.
"Your name is Chen Zong." Wang Minghua, one of the two qi and blood warriors among the eight people, walked in front of Chen Zong, who was practicing swordsmanship at will, with seemingly scattered steps, his eyes were a little condescending, and he said casually: "I heard Not long after entering Tianyaotang, he challenged for the fourth place on the ranking list and successfully defeated him, his talent is very good."
"What's the matter?" Chen Zongjian paused, his tone neither high nor low, if the other party spoke well, Chen Zong would naturally not be so indifferent.
"It's nothing, I just want to see if there is some bragging." As soon as the words fell, Wang Minghua directly pulled out the long knife from his waist. The knife was cold, like a sword, and slashed at Chen Zong in the blink of an eye.
Draw out the sword and slash it down, all done in one go, only in the blink of an eye.
Soon, without hesitation, and without any hesitation or superfluous movements, everything was aimed at beheading the opponent. It could be seen that three years of experience had sharpened Wang Minghua's saber skills to a very terrifying level.
With such a knife, the peak of the ninth level of the ordinary Qi and Blood Realm can't dodge at all, let alone defend, and will be killed immediately.
It's just not enough for Chen Zong.
With a flash of footsteps, he easily dodged Wang Minghua's knife, and there was a flash of frost-like sword light in front of his eyes, and the chill hit him.
"Somewhat capable." Wang Minghua was a little surprised. Although he was only ranked ninth on the list three years ago, and even though his cultivation base was still at the peak of the ninth level of Qi and Blood Realm in the past three years, three years of life and death experience made him His body's qi and blood are extremely pure, and his spiritual will has reached a high level. Soon after, he will be able to break through the shackles, refine his inner strength, and thus step into the state of strength training.
After three years of experience, the more important thing is to sharpen his saber technique, and his grade martial arts has reached the peak of perfection. He usually makes the saber faster and more concise, and everything is mainly in pursuit of killing the enemy.
It can be said that there is a clear difference between whether there are warriors who have experienced life and death experience. Even if they have the same level of cultivation, life and death are very clear in battle.
Chen Zong not only dodged it easily, but also counterattacked with a sword, so fast that he almost exceeded his reaction speed. Of course, Wang Minghua was shocked.
The light of the knife rolled back, like scattered wind blades cutting towards Chen Zong's side.
With a flick of Chen Zong's wrist, after all the wind from the knife was shattered, it turned into a point like a cold star, and pointed at Wang Minghua. He was quick, precise and firm, and played to the extreme, unable to dodge.
With a sound of clang, sparks flew away, and a terrifying force burst out, as if it was about to go through the blade and hit the door directly, causing Wang Minghua's face to change drastically.
"Not bad, not bad, this strength is much stronger than mine back then." After Wang Minghua's expression changed, he squeezed out a smile and put the knife back into its sheath. Many people saw the fight between the two just now, and they didn't show any level of martial arts. , It's just a very simple move, adapting to the situation, but Wang Minghua is at a disadvantage, but he speaks in a pointing tone.
Chen Zong didn't respond. After all, the two sides hadn't started a real fight, and they didn't really anger Chen Zong, otherwise they would see blood.
As soon as Wang Minghua left, some people began to talk about it. The words were all contempt for Wang Minghua. After all, after Wang Minghua and another Qi and blood realm came, they had already defeated many people in a short period of time, and they still had a superior tone. , making people very uncomfortable.
(end of this chapter)