"Chen Zong, people like you can't come to such an occasion, so leave quickly." There was an undisguised scolding sound, and everyone's eyes focused on it.
"What does it have to do with you?" Chen Zong saw that it was Chen He who hadn't seen him for a long time. He was surprised at first, and immediately responded indifferently.
"It has nothing to do with me. First, I am your clan brother. Second, only those with a certain status and strength and who are invited can enter such occasions. Look at you, but you are only on the fourth floor of the Qi and Blood Realm, but A child of a mere branch, what qualifications do you have to enter, I tell you to leave quickly, you should get up and leave immediately, so as not to lose face to our Chen family." Chen He's face turned black and his tone was hurried, and he blasted at Chen Zong like a cannonball .
"I have an invitation card." Chen Zong took it easy.
"You have an invitation card..." Chen He was startled for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Are you kidding, can you get an invitation from the Dragon Club?"
The other two 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. Just relying on the level of a martial artist to refine his blood energy six times and break through to become a martial artist, and be included in the title of one of the six masters of Fengwu. If you are not qualified to enter here, then what is the qualification?" Yang Yang Yi Gu took a sip of wine slowly, and said in a calm manner.
"Six times of blood tempering!"
"Feng Wu Six Little Masters!"
Chen He's face changed drastically, and his heart felt as if struck by lightning.
"Impossible, how could it be possible for a mere branch child."
But when he saw the mocking eyes from the side, Chen He realized that it was true. During the time he was out for training, something happened in the Chen Family Hall that he didn't know.
"It's true that Chen Zong had an invitation, and it's true that he was invited by the Rising Dragon Club. It was Jun Luo who called the invitation himself." Tang Junhao walked over with a displeased face, his eyes were cold and stern, and a kind of 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 changed drastically, 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 his inner anger was like a volcano that was about to erupt, he still had a trace of reason to restrain him. This is Zhengwu Building, the property of Tang's wealthy family, or the Dragon Club. Where it was held, if he broke out, he would be happy for a while, but the consequences would be very serious, which he could not bear.
The extremely fierce eyes swept across Chen Zong's face, turned around, and Chen He strode downstairs to leave.
"The people who can 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, nodded to Chen Zong before leaving.
"You are the younger brother of Chen Zong, the one who learned sword from Sister Izumo?" One of the two who came at the same time as Chen He, the woman looked at Chen Zong suspiciously and asked.
"I'm 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've heard that the martial disciples of the family hall have produced a remarkable figure, and won the chief king many times in a row. I didn't expect that you would temper your blood six times, and you would even get the title of the Sixth Master of Fengwu." The name is really extraordinary." Chen Xia said with a smile, her tone was quite kind.
"Brother Chen Xia is overrated." Chen Zong said with a smile.
Since Chen Chuyun and others went to the Qiyao Martial Academy, Chen Xia, the disciple of the Chen clan, is the number one expert, Chen He is the second, and Chen Hongying is the third.
The former number one master was none other than Chen Chuyun, that is to say, if Chen Zong lived in Chen Chuyun's former courtyard, he would have to challenge Chen Xia to defeat him.
Those who came here to participate in the Ascending Dragon Meeting, apart from those who were directly invited by name like Chen Zong, were the top three young people from various family forces.
At this time, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the stairs. Everyone seemed to realize something and looked up.
I saw a figure stepping down slowly from the stairs on the fourth floor.
A pair of purple-gold dragon pattern combat shoes, exquisite purple military uniform, gold-plated military uniform, painted with golden dragon patterns, bright eyes restrained domineering, wearing a purple gold crown, is the protagonist of today's banquet - Tang Junluo.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to participate in the Ascending Dragon Meeting held by the family for me." Tang Junluo strode forward and sat down on the reserved seat, with full momentum, and his clear voice came to everyone's ears, His gaze swept over everyone's face, and stopped at Chen Zong's place for a while.
"Everyone, please sit down." Tang Junluo gestured with his hand, and everyone sat down one after another, and the seats were just right.
"Jun Luo tempered his blood eight times to break through into a warrior, broke the previous record of our Fengwu City, and created a new record. Congratulations." Tang Junhao got up and said: "I will replace wine with tea, and I will respect you first. Take a cup."
"It should be so."
"congratulations."
"From now on, our Fengwu City will surpass the other six cities in this regard."
Everyone picked up their teacups and respected Tang Junluo from the air, but Yang Yigu was still drinking.
Although this banquet was prepared by the rich family of the Tang family, none of the elders were present, and even the highest level of cultivation was only at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm, so it was completely an occasion for young people.
"The purpose of holding this Dragon Rising Club 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 heroes and get to know each other. , and we can take this opportunity to talk about martial arts and compare each other's strengths." Tang Junhao is like a spokesperson.
"Tang Junluo, I lost half a move to you that day, but today, I'm already a martial artist, so I'll come to ask for advice again." Zhao Wangcheng got up, his tone was indifferent and his eyes were like a knife.
"I'll give you a chance, but not now." Tang Junluo said in a calm manner, Zhao Wangcheng didn't force him, and sat down again.
"Since that's the case, let me start first. I heard that Drunken Sword Yang Yigu becomes stronger the more you drink, and I have long wanted to learn." Someone stood up and directly invited Yang Yigu to fight.
"This is a sparring session. Swords have no eyes. Everyone, remember not to use all your strength. It's best not to use your energy and blood." Tang Junhao reminded.
"Drinking wine and practicing swords, looking for the wind while drunk, take my sword." Yang Yigu took a sip of wine while holding the wine gourd with his left hand, his eyes were hazy, and he drew the sword with his right hand, turning into a breeze and blowing towards the opponent, the sword seemed to have returned. With a strong aroma of alcohol.
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's sword was continuous, like a gust of breeze, and he used any martial arts, which forced the opponent to retreat continuously. When the opponent tried to use martial arts to counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a trace of flaws, Landing on the opponent's neck, the cold touch immediately made the opponent tremble all over, and goose bumps formed on his neck.
"Drunken Sword is really powerful, I lost." Although this person was a little embarrassed, he admitted it generously.
"Shall we drink together?" Yang Yigu asked while holding up the gourd.
"I don't like drinking." The man changed his face and replied quickly, which disappointed Yang Yigu.
"Yang Yigu, don't be ashamed of yourself here." Yang Feiyu scolded in a cold voice.
"Then do you want to drink?" Yang Yigu retreated to his seat in a mess, motioning to Yang Feiyu, whose face was livid.
"Yang Yigu, I'm here to fight you, if you lose, leave this place immediately." Yang Zhiyin of the Yang family frowned, his tone was not kind.
"If you lose, have a drink." Yang Yigu seemed to like to order 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 some kind of poison.
"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu sighed softly, stood up again, his footsteps seemed to be messy, but he seemed to be riding on the wind and the moon, the long sword was unsheathed, and there was a soft cry, which turned into a gust of breeze blowing slowly.
The sword light is chained, as if it penetrates every hole.
Yang Zhiyin immediately drew his sword, turned into a sharp light and shot out through the air.
Of the three great families and the five great families, the Li family and the Yang family are both good at swordsmanship, but their methods are different.
What Yang Yigu used was not the Yang family's swordsmanship, but a result of chance, so this is a banquet, and it's just a hand-to-hand exchange instead of a life-and-death battle, and he often doesn't use high-level martial arts.
Of course, martial arts without the power of Qi and blood are not as easy to use as foundation martial arts.
The foundation-building martial arts performed by Yang Yigu is called the Drunken Sword Seven Styles, with footwork coordination, it looks messy, but in fact it is accurate in chaos.
What Yang Zhiyin used was the Yang family's Feihong swordsmanship, the sword was like Feihong, light and sharp.
Regardless of Yang Yigu or Yang Zhiyin, both of them are at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm, and their physical strength is also a thousand catties. All about the same.
The strength of a thousand catties represents a limit.
The limit is not so easy to break.
The long swords exchanged brilliance, messy and sharp collided again and again.
Yang Yigu drew out his sword while drinking, his sword skills became faster and stronger, gradually suppressing Yang Zhiyin.
"Damn it." Yang Zhiyin secretly thought that something was wrong, if he continued, he would be defeated, motivated by the power of Qi and blood, displaying high-level martial arts, and killing with a single sword, the light of the sword became dazzling, surrounded by energy, and condensed into a flying dragon. The eagle uttered a sharp scream, and ruthlessly swooped down on Yang Yigu.
"Flying eagle swordsmanship is the first level!"
"The Realm of Great Achievement!"
Everyone's faces changed drastically, Yang Yigu's body swayed and his feet staggered, as if he was drunk, swaying unsteadily, the long sword swayed with him, and the smell of alcohol and fragrance overflowed.
The hazy sword light pierced through the air like clouds and fog.
The strong aroma of wine permeated, making Yang Zhiyin dizzy for a moment. He only felt that the hazy sword shadow dissipated in front of him for a moment, and turned into a fierce sword light, smashing the phantom of the flying eagle. Yang Zhiyin patted the back of his hand lightly, but Yang Zhiyin felt as if the back of his hand was about to be crushed, he could no longer hold the long sword and dropped it.
Afterwards, as if the throat was being pricked by a needle, 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 he finally picked up the long sword, nodded to Tang Junhao Tang Junluo and others, turned around and strode away, he had no face to stay any longer.
(end of this chapter)