Yang Yigu's swordsmanship is amazing.
"It seems to be chaotic, but it is correct, brother Yang is good at swordsmanship." Chen Zong praised.
"It can be seen that you admire my swordsmanship." Yang Yigu shook his head, held up the wine gourd, and did not forget to sell his own wine: "Have a glass."
"Okay." Chen Zong picked up the new cup and put it away, he was very curious, why Yang Yigu always asked people to drink his wine, why the few people he called refused one by one.
Then, Chen Zong knew what a bitter fruit is.
Where is this wine? It is clearly a glass of bitter water, and it is not only bitter but also very strong, which is even more unacceptable. Chen Zong finally understood why those people immediately rejected Yang Yigu's invitation for wine.
"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu looked at the troubled Chen Zong, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "My wine is brewed with more than a dozen first- and second-grade herbs, which can nourish the body and nourish qi and blood. Besides, you I don't think this wine is like a person who is not born well, so he has to taste the bitter fruit, so that he can get rid of the bitterness."
Chen Zong couldn't spit it out, so he just kept it in his mouth, allowing the bitterness to permeate his entire mouth, making his scalp numb.
Slowly, Chen Zong keenly felt a trace of sweetness growing from the bitterness, which permeated little by little, and finally replaced the bitterness and became sweet.
The tangles all over his face were stretched out, replaced by a kind of pleasure, swallowing it in one gulp, his whole body felt warm and comfortable.
"It's hard work, good wine." Chen Zong sighed sincerely, Yang Yigu's eyes lit up, as if seeing a confidant.
"From now on, I, Yang Yigu, recognize you as a friend." Yang Yigu's hazy eyes seemed to become clear in an instant, with a serious tone, and immediately returned to the original drunken and hazy appearance, that scene was like a hallucination.
If it were someone else, especially those with a good background, they would not be able to appreciate the taste contained in that sip of bitter wine, but Chen Zong understood, just as he did in the past ten years, this year and the years to come. kind of portrayal.
Yang Yigu, the same is true.
At the banquet, another discussion ended.
"Kong Lianshan, you are just a commoner. How can you be ranked among the six young heroes like me? Come out, and I want you to know that you are not qualified." Wang Shenghong got up and pointed directly at Kong Lianshan, without any hesitation.
"As you wish." Kong Lianshan sat flat and steady like a rock, his face remained unchanged and he responded in a deep voice, slowly got up and walked towards the middle.
"Look at the fist." Wang Shenghong rushed out quickly, and his fists hit Kong Lianshan like rolling stones, as if the sound of stones rolling down the mountain continued one after another.
This is the foundation-building martial arts rolling stone boxing method of the perfect realm.
Kong Lianshan's face was calm, his arms were stretched out, his palms were erected, and he unfolded the rock palm technique, striking steadily.
Wang Shenghong's fists were fierce and continuous, and Kong Lianshan's palms were as steady as a rock, one attack and one defense. Both of them were at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm, and they had tempered their blood Qi six times. They were equal in every respect. The outcome depends on the fighting ability of the two.
The fists and palms collided, and the dull sound was like the roar of a drum.
For a while, Wang Shenghong couldn't break through Kong Lianshan's defense, and the more he beat him, the more ugly his face became. After all, he said that he wanted to teach Kong Lianshan a lesson. On the other hand, Kong Lianshan's face was calm, neither slow nor ill.
"Boulder Break!" Unable to attack for a long time, Wang Shenghong directly mobilized the power of Qi and blood, and performed the first heavy stone break of the human-level low-grade martial arts Giant Stone Fist.
The boulder at the entry level broke, making Wang Shenghong's fist swell, as if turning into a huge stone, and smashed hard at Kong Lianshan.
Kong Lianshan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately mobilized the power of Qi and blood, his palms seemed to enlarge, turning like a millstone.
"The mountain doesn't move!"
Panshan palm technique is the first entry level.
The collision, the terrible muffled sound came to everyone's ears, making their hearts tremble.
"The boulder is broken!"
Unable to break with one blow, Wang Shenghong was furious, bursting out again and again, and continuously cast boulder-breaking bombardments with both fists, like boulders smashing towards Kong Lianshan one after another.
Kong Lianshan also exploded with energy and blood again and again, and used Panshan's motionless defense, and the two sides seemed to be fighting for consumption.
The display of high-level martial arts must be driven by the power of blood, which will consume the power of blood, and the power of blood will be consumed too much, which will reduce one's own strength.
After several more bombardments, Wang Shenghong's complexion turned pale, and he had consumed a lot of energy and blood. If the explosion continued, the foundation might be damaged, and the gain outweighed the loss.
After a pause, Kong Lianshan took the opportunity to slap his palms, one palm was resisted, and the other palm was imprinted on Wang Shenghong's chest. With a bang, like a drum, Wang Shenghong backed up again and again, feeling as if his chest had been crushed, excruciating pain.
"Huh." Wang Shenghong's pale face was full of resentment, he was defeated instead of teaching, very annoyed, but he didn't say anything, just sat down.
"Kong Lianshan is good at defense. If you fight against him, you have to find an opening or defeat him with a stronger attack. There is no other way." Chen Zong secretly said.
Then, someone launched a challenge and competed with each other, one after another.
Most of the discussions are based on the foundation building martial arts, and they are also duels between equal cultivation bases.
Different people, different martial arts, and different fighting styles have greatly broadened Chen Zong's horizons, and then formed a kind of accumulation. Maybe it won't have much effect now, but as time goes by, it will affect him in a subtle way. Chen Zong's future practice will move in a better direction.
From time to time, they talked with Yang Yigu, expressing their views on fighting and swordsmanship, and communicating with each other.
"Chen Zong, you are just a member of the tribe, and you are not qualified to be ranked among the six young heroes with us." Yang Feiyu's eyes were burning with anger, and he drew his sword and pointed at Chen Zong.
Obviously, Yang Feiyu transferred his anger towards Yang Yigu to Chen Zong, who told him he couldn't do anything to Yang Yigu, and Chen Zong and Yang Yigu had a very happy chat.
However, since someone challenged him by name, Chen Zong would certainly not refuse. To be honest, his hands were already a little itchy after seeing so many battles.
Standing up and drawing the sword, the light of the sword swayed slightly, walking towards Yang Feiyu.
"The people of the Zhi tribe are the people of the Zhi tribe. They can't even use a precious iron sword. Would you like me to give you one?" Yang Feiyu glanced at the long sword in Chen Zong's hand, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, full of contempt.
"Okay, just the one in your hand." Chen Zong's answer made Yang Feiyu's face full of astonishment, and then his face turned livid, and it also made others astonished, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Yang Feiyu was shooting himself in the foot.
The value of a precious iron sword is not low, let alone giving it to someone I hate, don't even think about it.
"Don't show off the sharpness of your tongue." Yang Feiyu's voice was cold and stern, and he stabbed out with a sword, light and fast, which was the perfect Feihong swordsmanship.
One sword followed another, and the sword light followed, as if Feihong was flying continuously, stabbing Chen Zong from all angles.
Chen Zong's expression was indifferent, and with a twist of his wrist, the long sword was pointed out, and there was a sharp eagle cry, which made everyone mistakenly think that an eagle was falling, which was very ear-piercing.
In terms of level, the eagle fencing technique is about the same as the Feihong swordsmanship, but Chen Zong's eagle fencing technique has been cultivated to a subtle level, stronger than the perfect Feihong swordsmanship.
One sword after another, in the blink of an eye, all the dozen or so sword lights that Yang Feiyu stabbed were shattered.
The sword light was sharp and pierced directly between Yang Feiyu's eyebrows. It was so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it. When he saw it clearly, he felt as if the center of his eyebrows had been pricked by a needle.
"What a fast sword!"
"What a sharp sword!"
The crowd gasped in amazement.
Tang Junluo's eyes flashed sharply. From Chen Zong's sword, he could see that the opponent's sword was faster, more accurate and sharper.
"That's the best." Tang Junluo said secretly: "Otherwise, defeating you will give you no sense of accomplishment."
Holding the wine gourd in his left hand, Yang Yigu paused, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, Chen Zong's swordsmanship was beyond his expectation.
At this point, Yang Feiyu was defeated.
"Go to hell!" Yang Feiyu was not reconciled. The more he looked at this Chen Zong, the more he hated him. He even dared to hurt himself. It was unbearable. Urged by the power of Qi and blood, he used the first step of the Flying Eagle swordsmanship.
Flying eagle kill!
The Baotie sword was sharp, the tip of the sword was like an eagle's beak, and it stabbed fiercely at Chen Zong's chest, wanting to pierce through it with the sword.
"stop!"
"you dare!"
Fierce Tiger Kung Fu, qi and blood flow, great strength increase, subtle state of wielding willow swordsmanship, body like wind and sword like willow, between swings, lightly touch with Flying Eagle Killing, one touch and close, subtle state of eagle fencing swordsmanship Click to kill, hit the eagle to kill the surrounding area continuously, fast, accurate and stable performance to the extreme.
The Remnant Shadow Sword Art of Subtlety Realm is used, the sword light is gorgeous and dazzling, and then it turns into shadows in an instant, and the alternation of light and shadow makes people's eyes trance.
Under the boost of Qi and blood boosted by Liehu Gong, the swordsmanship of the three realms of subtlety changes continuously and alternately, defeating Feiyingsha, and cutting Yang Feiyu's face with a single sword, a trace of fierceness and decisiveness performed quickly and steadily.
Yang Feiyu's pupils contracted, and his face was full of horror, but the sword was too fast, mercilessly cutting to the throat, mercilessly.
"Be merciful under the sword!" A group of people shouted, and Tang Junhao shot directly. At some point, he held a long spear in his hand, and the power of Qi and blood exploded.
The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword touched lightly, and the terrifying force blocked Chen Zong's sword. Chen Zong quickly drew back the sword, but the tip of the sword was still shattered.
The long spear in Tang Junhao's hand is of precious iron grade, and it is the best quality of precious iron grade, while the long sword in Chen Zong's hand is of very ordinary fine iron grade, so it will inevitably be damaged when confronted head-on.
"Yang Feiyu, you are not welcome here, please leave." Tang Junhao said angrily, just now everyone could see that his sword was clearly intended to kill Chen Zong.
Yang Feiyu left with a livid face.
"I'm sorry, your sword was damaged by me, I will compensate you." Tang Junhao turned to look at Chen Zong, showing a smile: "Come here, get the precious iron sword."
"No, fine iron sword is enough." Chen Zong was surprised and said hastily.
The tip of the sword is an extremely important part of a sword, if it is damaged, the power of the sword will be greatly reduced immediately.
"Without the precious iron sword, how can you fight me to your heart's content?" Tang Junluo said, and everyone was shocked when they heard the words.
Tang Junluo's implication is that this Chen Zong can become his opponent
Do you think too highly of him
Soon, someone brought a precious iron sword to Tang Junhao, and Tang Junhao handed it to Chen Zong, with a firm tone: "Your swordsmanship amazes me, and it is worthy of this sword."
"Thank you." Chen Zong solemnly took the Baotie Sword with both hands, held the hilt made of black sandalwood with his right hand, and pulled out a section with a little force.
(end of this chapter)