Chapter 8 Drunk Sword
"Chen Zong, these are not the kind of people who can come here, so don't leave quickly." The undisguised scolding sounded, and everyone's eyes focused on it.
"What's the matter with you?" Chen Zong saw that it was Chen He who had not seen him for a long time. He was surprised at first, and then responded lukewarmly.
"How it has nothing to do with me, first, I am your clan brother, second, in these occasions, only people with a certain identity and certain strength can enter if they are invited. Look at you, you are only the fourth level of blood and blood, but What qualifications do you have to enter as a child of a tributary clan? I will tell you to leave quickly, you should get up and leave immediately, so as not to lose the face of our Chen family." Chen He's face turned black and his voice was hurried, and he blasted at Chen Zong like a cannonball. .
"I have an invitation." Chen Zong calmly.
"You have an invitation..." Chen He was stunned at first, and then laughed: "Are you kidding me, can you get an invitation from the Thang Long Club just by yourself?"
The other two people 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 ridiculous, just relying on the level of a martial artist to temper your blood and energy six times to break through to become a martial artist, and be listed as one of the six young heroes of Fengwu. If you are not qualified to enter here, then what is qualified?" Yang Yigu took a sip of wine slowly and said slowly.
"Blood energy is tempered six times!"
"Liu Xiaojie of Fengwu!"
Chen He's face changed greatly, and his heart was struck by lightning.
"Impossible, how could this be the case for a mere clan's son."
But when he saw the mocking and sarcastic eyes on 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 about.
"It's true that Chen Zong has an invitation, and it's true that he was invited by the Shenglong Club. It's Jun Luo himself who invited him by name." Tang Junhao walked over with a displeased face, his eyes were cold, 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 face changed suddenly, as did the two 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 about to erupt like a volcano, he still had a sense of restraint. This is the Zhengwu Building, the property of the Tang family, or the Shenglong Club. The place where it was held, if he broke out, would be happy for a while, but the consequences would be very serious, not something he could afford.
The fierce gaze swept across Chen Zong's face, turned around, and Chen He strode downstairs and left.
"Those 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 aloud, secretly warning, and nodded to Chen Zong before leaving.
"You are the younger brother of Chen Zong, the one who followed Sister Yun to learn the sword?" One of the two people 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 elder sister." Chen Hongying smiled playfully.
"My name is Chen Xia. I heard that the clan hall martial artist has a great character and won the chief king many times in a row. I didn't expect you to temper your blood six times and get Fengwu Liu Xiaojie. The name is really extraordinary." Chen Xia smiled, and his tone was quite cordial.
"Brother Chen Xia is too famous." Chen Zong said with a smile.
After Chen Izuyun and others went to the Seven Lights Martial Arts Academy, Chen Xia, the disciple of the Chen clan, was the first master, Chen He was the second, and Chen Hongying was the third.
The first master before was Chen Chuyun, that is to say, if Chen Zong lived in Chen Chuyun's former courtyard, he would need to challenge Chen Xia to defeat him.
Those who came here to participate in the Rising Dragon Meeting, except for those who were directly invited by name like Chen Zong, were the top three among the younger generation of various clan powers.
At this time, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the stairs, and everyone seemed to realize something.
They all looked up.
I saw a figure slowly stepping down from the stairs on the fourth floor.
A pair of purple-gold dragon-patterned combat shoes, exquisite purple military uniforms, gilded military uniforms, painted with golden dragon patterns, bright, restrained and domineering eyes, wearing a purple-gold crown, is the protagonist of today's banquet - Tang Junluo.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to participate in the Rising Dragon Party organized by the family for me." Tang Junluo strode forward and sat down on the reserved seat. His eyes swept across, passing everyone's face, and stopped at Chen Zong's place for a while.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Tang Junluo gestured, and everyone also took their seats, and the seats were just right.
"Jun Luo will temper his blood energy eight times to break through into a martial artist, break the previous record of our Fengwu City, and create a new record, which is gratifying." Tang Junhao got up and said, "I will use tea instead of wine, and respect you first. A cup."
"As it should be."
"congratulations."
"After that, our Fengwu City will outperform the other six cities in this regard."
Everyone picked up their teacups and respected Tang Junluo in the air, but Yang Yigu was still drinking.
Although this banquet was prepared by the Tang family, none of the elders were here, and even the highest level of cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, which was entirely for young people.
"The purpose of holding this Rising Dragon Meeting is to congratulate Jun Luo, and to share with everyone the glory that belongs to the Tang family and Fengwu City, and the other purpose is to gather all heroes and get to know each other. , I can take this opportunity to talk about martial arts and learn from each other." Tang Junhao was like a spokesman.
"Tang Junluo, I lost half a move that day. Today, I am a martial artist. I will come to ask for advice." Zhao Wangcheng got up, his tone was indifferent and his eyes were like knives.
"I'll give you a chance, but not now." Tang Junluo said slowly, and Zhao Wangcheng didn't force him to sit down again.
"Since that's the case, let me start. I heard that Yang Yigu, the drunken sword, the more you drink, the more powerful your sword is. I've long wanted to experience it." Someone stood up and directly invited Yang Yigu to fight.
"This is a discussion, swords have no eyes, everyone remember not to use all your strength, it is best not to use the power of qi and blood." Tang Junhao reminded.
"Drinking to practice swordsmanship, drunkenness looking for the wind, pick me up with a sword." Yang Yigu grabbed the wine gourd with his left hand and took a sip of wine, his eyes were hazy, he drew the sword with his right hand, turned into a breeze, and blew toward the opponent, the sword seemed to return With a burst of wine aroma.
Flowing clouds and flowing water are natural!
Chen Zong's eyes lit up, and he had the urge to compete with Yang Yigu in swordsmanship.
Swish swish!
Yang Yigu's sword continued, like a gust of breeze, and he used martial arts to force the opponent to retreat continuously. When the opponent tried to use martial arts to counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a trace of flaws. When it landed on the opponent's neck, the cold touch immediately made the opponent shiver all over, and goosebumps all over his neck.
"Duijian is really powerful, I lost." Although this person was a little embarrassed, he also generously admitted.
"Would you like to drink together?" Yang Yigu asked while holding a gourd.
"I don't like drinking." The man's expression changed and he answered quickly, which disappointed Yang Yigu.
"Yang Yigu, don't be ashamed here." Yang Feiyu scolded coldly.
"Then do you want to drink?" Yang Yigu walked back to his seat in a messy footstep, motioning to Yang Feiyu, Yang Feiyu's face was ashen.
"Yang Yigu, I'm here to fight you, if you lose, leave this place immediately." Yang Zhiyin frowned and his tone was not good.
"If you lose, have a drink." Yang Yigu seemed to like asking people to drink.
"If I lose, I'll 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 and stood up again. His footsteps seemed messy, but he seemed to be riding the wind and stepping away from the moon. The long sword was unsheathed, causing a soft sound, which turned into a breeze blowing slowly.
The chain of sword light seems to be pervasive.
Yang Zhiyin immediately drew his sword, turned into a sharp light and shot out.
Of the three giants and five families, the Li family and the Yang family are both good at swordsmanship, but their paths are different.
What Yang Yigu used was not the Yang family swordsmanship, but the opportunity gained. Therefore, it was a banquet, and it was just a hand-to-hand battle rather than a life-and-death battle.
Of course, the martial arts of the grade that are not motivated by the power of qi and blood are not as easy to use as the martial arts of foundation building.
The foundation-building martial art that Yang Yigu performed was called the Seven Styles of Drunken Sword, with footwork coordination, which seemed to be messy, but in fact, he sought precision in the chaos.
Yang Zhiyin used the Feihong swordsmanship of the Yang family. 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, and their physical strength is also a thousand jin. Unless there is any adventure or other willingness, the physical strength of a warrior from the fourth to ninth layers of Qi and Blood is the same. All about the same.
The power of a thousand jins represents a limit.
Limits are not so easy to break.
The long swords clashed, and the messy and sharp collided again and again.
Yang Yigu was drinking while drawing out his sword, and his swordsmanship became faster and stronger, gradually suppressing Yang Zhiyin.
"Damn." Yang Zhiyin secretly said that it is not good. If he goes on like this, he will be defeated. The power of qi and blood will be activated, the martial arts of the grade will be displayed, and a sword will be shot out. The eagle let out a sharp snarl and slaughtered Yang Yigu fiercely.
"The first level of the Flying Eagle Sword Technique!"
"The realm of great success!"
Everyone's faces changed drastically. Yang Yigu's body swayed and his footsteps staggered, as if he was drunk. The long sword swayed with him, and the smell of alcohol filled the air and the fragrance was overflowing.
The hazy sword light penetrated the air like a cloud or fog.
The fragrant wine smell spread out, making Yang Zhiyin a little dizzy for a moment. He only felt that he was in a trance for a moment. The originally hazy sword shadow dissipated and turned into a fierce sword light that killed the eagle and shattered the illusory shadow of the flying eagle. He patted the back of his hand lightly, but Yang Zhiyin felt that the back of his hand was about to be shattered. He could no longer hold the long sword and dropped it.
Afterwards, the throat seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and when he reached out and touched a little scarlet, Yang Yigu had already retracted his sword into the sheath, and returned to his seat with a messy pace.
"I'll say goodbye first." Yang Zhiyin's face changed, and he finally picked up the long sword, nodded to Tang Junhao, Tang Junluo and others, turned around and strode away, he didn't have the face to continue to stay.