Busy, crowded, bustling.
The first time he visited Fengwu City, Chen Zong was a little dizzy, but he did not forget the purpose of this trip.
Zhengwu Building is owned by Tang family's wealthy family. It is the only one. It is very famous in Fengwu City, and the threshold is also high. Only warriors are eligible to enter. If you are not a warrior, even if you are a young master of a family, it is useless.
After a little questioning, Chen Zong approached the Zhengwu Building and looked up.
Zhengwu Tower has five floors, the whole body is mainly dark red, with gilt edges, a kind of majestic and noble, like a giant standing on the ground, no matter what the wind and rain, it will never waver.
On the first floor of Zhengwu Building, you need to be a martial artist to enter. On the second floor, only well-known warriors in Fengwu City are eligible to log in. As for the third floor, you must have at least the seventh floor of Qi and Blood Realm. qualifications.
For the fourth and fifth floors, one must have a cultivation level beyond the Qi and blood realm.
At this time, because the wealthy family of the Tang family held the Ascending Dragon Meeting for Tang Junluo, Zhengwulou rejected irrelevant people, and reserved two family warriors as guards at the gate.
"I am the young master of Xiaoyu Gang, why don't you let me in."
As Chen Zong walked towards the door, he heard a sharp roar, very unwilling and very dissatisfied.
"You don't have an invitation card." One of the two guards said without expression and anger, with a dry tone, completely ignoring the other party.
The Xiaoyu Gang and the Big Rain Gang are like small fish and shrimps in front of the wealthy Tang family.
Going straight to the gate of Zhengwu Building, Chen Zong was naturally stopped.
"Where did you come from, go back." The young master of the Xiaoyu Gang, who was dressed in a gorgeous military uniform, was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. When he saw Chen Zong, who was wearing a blue-gray military uniform, approaching, intending to enter the Zhengwu Tower, he immediately became angry. scold.
The military uniform was obviously made of coarse cloth, and only those warriors with no background would wear it.
"Get out of the way." Chen Zong's eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing the eyes of the young master of the Xiaoyu Gang, making him tremble unconsciously, and he took a small step back. Immediately, he realized something, his face was flushed, and his anger was burning.
"This is my invitation card." Chen Zong bypassed Xiao Yu to help the young master, took out the Shenglong sticker and handed it to one of the guards.
The two guards were very surprised. Judging from his clothes, Chen Zong's background must be very ordinary, and there was an invitation card.
"I'm just wondering where my invitation is. It turned out that you stole it." Xiao Yu helped the young master rush over angrily and splash dirty water directly.
"Get out!" Chen Zong was furious, roaring like a tiger, the young master of Xiao Yu Gang seemed to see a strong and tall tiger roaring at him in front of him, that kind of momentum was extremely frightening, his face turned pale, his calves trembled, Can't help but take a few steps back.
"Your name is Chen Zong?" A guard opened the invitation and looked at it, then looked at Chen Zong and asked.
"Yes." Chen Zong was neither humble nor overbearing.
"Please come in." The guard's expression eased a little, moved away, and returned the invitation to Chen Zong.
This scene aroused a lot of discussion among the surrounding people. They couldn't understand why a person who looked very ordinary in clothes could enter the Zhengwu Tower to participate in the Rising Dragon Club.
You must know that those who really have a good background, no matter how low-key they are, will definitely not wear the kind of clothes that are known to be ordinary if they want to enter such a grand event.
"I can feel that his Qi and blood power is not strong, most of his cultivation is at the fourth level of the Qi and blood realm."
"Is he a disciple of a certain senior?"
"His name is Chen Zong, doesn't this name sound familiar to you?"
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The first floor is empty.
The second floor was also empty, and Chen Zong stepped onto the third floor.
He was not the first to arrive. Dozens of people had already gathered on the third floor, each of them was a teenager under the age of 20, wearing military uniforms of different colors, either gorgeous or restrained, very close-fitting , It is completely tailor-made, and the material is extraordinary at a glance.
Chen Zong's arrival attracted several gazes, which was normal at first, but those people were astonished.
"Who are you?"
"Why sneak in and get out immediately."
People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Chen Zong's clothes are really too ordinary. There is no way, not because he doesn't want to wear better clothes, but because he doesn't.
"I have an invitation card." Chen Zongyang said, raising the big red card in his hand.
"Your invitation can't be fake."
There are still some people who are not forgiving, no matter how good-tempered they are, they will be upset when they hear such words.
"Hello, my name is Tang Junhao. I am the elder brother of Tang Junluo, the protagonist of the Rising Dragon Club. Can you show me the invitation card?" At this time, a young man wearing a purple golden dragon uniform strode forward with a full face. The smile is like a spring breeze, and the tone is gentle.
Chen Zong handed over the post.
Tang Junhao opened it and looked, surprised: "You are Chen Zong?"
"Yes." Chen Zong nodded.
"It turned out to be you. This invitation was sent to you by Jun Luo himself. Welcome to Jun Luo's Ascending Dragon Meeting. You should find a place to sit first. The banquet will start when most people are here." Tang Junhao passed the invitation Return it to Chen Zong.
Everyone knew that this ordinary man really had an invitation card, and it was today's protagonist Tang Junluo who called the invitation in person, and everyone was amazed.
"Chen Zong, this name sounds familiar."
"Could it be that he is Chen Zong, one of the six masters of Fengwu?"
"It turned out to be him."
"It's just a child from a branch."
After knowing Chen Zong's identity, they lost interest. A person from the branch clan, and he was still in the place where the Chen family focused on relying on their own ability to strive for the top.
After all, if you performed well in the martial apprentice stage, you might not necessarily be able to become a martial artist, and most of them would find it difficult to maintain their previous bravery and diligence.
Thinking about this time, how many people known as Fengwu Xiaojie were not qualified to enter, it is proof.
Chen Zong didn't know that he was named as one of the six masters of Fengwu. He was a little surprised. He smiled, put away the invitation and glanced at it. The third floor is very big, probably three times the length and width. Forty meters, five or six meters high, simple decoration, surrounded by a chair, between every two chairs, there is a table with fresh melons and fruits and exquisite pastries And brewed tea.
Around the corners, there are bronze dragon-shaped censers, lit with sandalwood, and the fragrance is lingering, refreshing.
He casually found an empty chair and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, the tea was fragrant, swirling in the cup, smoky, like clouds and fog.
Pick up a piece of delicate pastry, put it in your mouth, and taste it carefully, it is really delicious, I have never eaten it since I was a child.
Especially after eating a mouthful of cakes and drinking cloud mist tea, the two completely different flavors complement each other, and the feeling of reverberating in the mouth is even more wonderful.
Ignoring the gazes of others, Chen Zong ate on his own.
Suddenly, one person walked to the opposite chair with chaotic steps and sat down.
"Friend, would you like a glass of wine?" As soon as the visitor sat down, he gently put the wine gourd on the table, and greeted Chen Zong familiarly.
"No, thank you." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
"I see my friends also practice swords, practice swords, how can there be no wine." The eyebrows of the visitor are like the edge of a sword, the eyes seem to be blurred, but they are clear, the corners of the mouth are hung up, and there is a smile on the face, chic and wild, He was dressed in a white military uniform, spotless, and the long sword behind his back was blood red.
"I practice swords and don't drink alcohol." Chen Zong said with a smile.
It sounds simple for one person to say a word, but it also reveals the different ideas of the two.
"That's a pity." The man sighed, opened the lid of the wine gourd, took a sip, and his face was full of satisfaction: "Drinking and practicing swords, seeking the wind while drunk, my name is Yang Yigu, and your name is Chen Zong."
Chen Zong felt that this person's thinking was a bit out of the ordinary, but it didn't prevent them from getting to know each other and chatting with each other.
Chatting and chatting, Chen Zong found that Yang Yigu had a good understanding of Fengwu City, which obviously increased Chen Zong's understanding of Fengwu City.
More and more people entered the third floor of Zhengwu.
"Li Zhenshi is here too."
"Zhao Wangcheng is also together."
"These two were defeated by Tang Junluo before. Now that they are here, I wonder if there will be a battle between dragons and tigers. I am looking forward to it."
Tang Junluo, Li Zhenshi, and Zhao Wangcheng are from the three giants of Fengwu City. They are the same age and have outstanding talents. They are called the three heroes of Fengwu. After that, he became the champion, and the limelight was the same for a while, overwhelming the other two.
As for the tie between Tang Junluo and Chen Zong, the Chen family did not publicize it, perhaps because of the request of the Tang family, and the Tang family themselves would not publicize it.
Chen Zong also looked at Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. The two men were imposing, and they were extraordinary at a glance.
Li Zhenshi is carrying a long sword and smiling, making people feel very comfortable, as if he is greeting everyone, but there is also a kind of calmness, he is wearing a white military uniform, inlaid with gilt silver, revealing a trace of low-key luxury.
Zhao Wangcheng has a long knife on his waist, his face is indifferent, his eyes are cold and stern, and his black military uniform makes him look even more like strangers, as if they are thousands of miles away.
As if feeling Chen Zong's gaze, Li Zhenshi turned around and nodded slightly, Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were as cold as a knife.
"Li's Li Zhenshi, Zhao's Zhao Wangcheng, both of them tempered their blood energy seven times, and they can complete the eighth time by a hair." Yang Yigu took another sip of wine, shaking his head and said: "It's really worthy of being The nobles left over from the kingdom era have extraordinary heritage."
"Era of Kingdom?" Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Our current era is the era of Zhenwu, and the previous era was the era of kingdoms, which are said to have been destroyed by monsters." Yang Yigu seemed intoxicated: "We should also be grateful for the arrival of the Zhenwu era, otherwise we People of ordinary background have no chance to learn martial arts."
Chen Zong was thoughtful when he heard the words.
"Sun Shaojie, Zhou Guan, Wang Shenghong, Yang Feiyu, Kong Lianshan, these five people are called the Six Young Masters of Fengwu together with you."
Chen Zong keenly noticed that when Yang Yigu said the name Yang Feiyu, there was a subtle change in his tone, so he couldn't help but look at Yang Feiyu more.
Dressed in a sky-blue military uniform, with a long sword on his back, he looked vigorous.
Both are surnamed Yang, perhaps, there is some relationship between the two, but it has nothing to do with him, and Chen Zong has no intention of exploring.
As time passed, there were several more people waiting, their eyes swept over, and one of them stayed on Chen Zong, a little stunned, and immediately strode towards Chen Zong.
(end of this chapter)