Chapter 37 Peerless Sword Fight (1)

One hundred spirit shells, this is nothing to Chen Zong, after all, Chen Zong's net worth is quite rich, most of the pseudo-transcendent realms are rich, and if you count those low-grade spiritual sources, even many people are extremely rich. Even those who are strong in the environment cannot compare with Chen Zong.

With a piece of sword tip in his hand, Chen Zong held it in his hand and played with it. It was cold to the touch, like ancient ice.

"Little friend, I still have a lot of good things here, just take a look." The old man put away the hundred Lingbei and said with a smile. flowers.

The tip of this sword was indeed obtained from the ruins of Vientiane, but it was on the edge of the ruins, and it was probably not a part of a spiritual weapon, but the material was a bit strange. It can be said that it was of no value at all. Selling it is equivalent to getting a hundred bucks for nothing.

Shaking his head, Chen Zong turned and left.

He walked to other stalls to have a look, but Chen Zong didn't buy any more. One was that he couldn't understand it, and the other was that he didn't find anything more in line with his wishes.

"It's really interesting, but..." Shaking his head, Chen Zong played with the tip of the sword and walked to the restaurant, planning to live in Wanluo City for a few days to increase his knowledge and experience.

Staying in the restaurant, Chen Zong spread out his palms and carefully looked at the tip of the sword in his hand.

The point of buying this sword was partly out of interest, and partly because of curiosity, because Chen Zong's forging skills found that the material of this part of the sword point was very extraordinary, like gold and non-gold, like jade and non-jade, It is also like the combination of gold and jade, and the three are not bad for the one hundred spirit shells.

After studying for a while, Chen Zong couldn't see anything, so he turned his attention to the black spot on the tip of the sword.

Gently scratching his fingernails, a layer of rice powder was scraped off. After identifying it, Chen Zong found that it was blood, which had dried up for an unknown number of years.

The tip of the sword was stained with blood, but it was broken again. Chen Zong didn't know what happened, but he was very curious.

The black blood stain on the silver-white sword tip adhered very tightly, and after scraping for a while, it couldn't remove much, so Chen Zong gave up and put the sword tip into the Xu Mi ring.

After resting for a while, Chen Zong got up and walked out of the restaurant, walking on the wide streets of Wanluo City, looking around.

Different places have different customs and customs, measure the land with your feet, appreciate the customs with your eyes, and feel with your heart.

Let go of distracting thoughts and let your thoughts flow naturally, like the water, the wind, and the white clouds.

go to the end of the street,

Passing through other streets, Chen Zong walked back to the restaurant.

"Objective, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant clerk ran over.

Chen Zong ordered a few random dishes, ordered a jug of wine, and sat on the table by the window to eat and drink by himself, savoring the delicacy of the wine and dishes.

This is the fourth floor of the restaurant. Apart from Chen Zong, there are quite a few diners, each of whom exudes not weak aura fluctuations, and most of them are true martial arts warriors.

All kinds of conversations came, and the conversation between two of them caught Chen Zong's attention. One of the two had a broad palm, which looked more vigorous and powerful, and the other had slender fingers with raised knuckles, on his left hand. On the side table is a fish skin long sword.

"The Wushuang sword fight in Jinghong Mansion is about to start again, brother Li, are you ready to participate this time?" asked the plain middle-aged man in a thick voice.

"Back then, I practiced hard for three years, and I was waiting for this moment." A ray of brilliance shot out from the eyes of the sword-practicing man, as if a sharp sword had been unsheathed, making it seem like a sharp aura flitted across the fourth floor of the restaurant. , causing everyone to be surprised.

"Three years of sharpening a sword, now to test the edge." The middle-aged man with a plain face said with a smile: "However, the Wushuang sword fight in Jinghong Mansion is less than a month away. Let's hit the road."

"You want to participate too?" the sword-practicing man surnamed Li asked back.

"I don't practice swords, so I am not qualified to participate, but I can watch the battle. It is a grand event held every three years in Jinghong Mansion. There will definitely be many masters, so don't miss it." The simple-faced middle-aged man smiled.

"Indeed, there will be many masters, many masters of swordsmanship." The eyes of the man surnamed Li became brighter and sharper.

"Cultivation level 7 of the True Martial Realm, the swordsmanship is not low." Chen Zong judged after taking a look, but he didn't pay attention to it. It was the Wushuang sword fight in Jinghong Mansion that aroused Chen Zong's great interest.

I heard the elder Yuan Lingzi say that it was a grand event led by the Jinghong Sword Sect in the Jinghong Mansion, but since the Jinghong Sword Sect surrendered to the Longtu Royal Family, the Royal Family also participated in it.

It is said that if one performs well enough in Wushuang Sword Fighting, one may be favored by the sects in the Jinghong Mansion, and even be recruited by the Jinghong Sword Sect as a disciple or as an elder guest.

It can be said that there are many people participating in every Wushuang sword fighting event, and most of them are aimed at Jinghong Sword Sect. After all, Jinghong Sword Sect is the only four middle-level sects in Longtu Domain One of them is the main sword sect. It is rumored that a sword king appeared in Jinghong Sword Sect a long time ago.

Among the four middle-level sects in Longtu Domain, Jinghong Sword Sect is ranked second, stronger than Wanluo Sect.

Becoming a member of the Jinghong Sword Sect is not only finding a big backer, but also relying on the resources of the Jinghong Sword Sect to practice better, killing two birds with one stone and attracting a lot of people.

Chen Zong's heart was moved, and as soon as he changed his mind, he decided to change his route and go to Jinghong Mansion to participate in the Wushuang sword fight.

Chen Zong was not interested in becoming a member of the Jinghong Sword Sect, but he would compete with other sword masters in Wushuang Sword Fight, which was enough to attract Chen Zong to go.

Another point, if you can get rewards after getting a high ranking, Chen Zong is aiming at one of the rewards, if he succeeds, maybe it will be more helpful for him to practice swords.

After eating the food and wine, and paying the bill, Chen Zong also left the room, then left Wanluo City, and headed towards Jinghong Mansion at high speed.

"Isn't that the Zonghengjianzi Chen Zong of Zonghengjianzong?" A middle-aged man with a small scar on his face looked at Chen Zong who was out of the city, and was stunned. If you don't do anything, why don't I catch up and kill Chen Zong..."

After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man finally shook his head and gave up his plan of chasing and killing Chen Zong.

Because that was the mission of the killer Tiansan, unless Tiansan failed, other killers from Tianluolou could not intervene, this was the rule of Tianluolou.

But he didn't know that Tian San had already made a move, but was killed instead.

Unless they saw it with their own eyes, or there was sufficient evidence to prove it, it would be hard to believe that a warrior with four-star combat power could counter-kill a pseudo-transcendent, especially in the case of a pseudo-transcendent attack.

Naturally, the killer in Tianluolou thought that Tian San hadn't made a move yet, so Chen Zong was still alive. Although he didn't know the reason, this was Tian San's task, and he didn't need to pay too much attention to it.

Chen Zong didn't know that at that short juncture, he experienced a life-and-death crisis.

After walking out of Wanluo City, Chen Zong didn't stop, and used the technique of sweeping all directions, thousands of meters in an instant, and flew towards Jinghong Mansion at high speed.

Over the hills, through the woods, across the long river, the wind is fast.

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the white light is like a layer of veil covering the earth. The mountains, vegetation, and rivers seem to fall into a deep sleep, and there is a silence.

Chen Zong raised a pile of bonfires, and the blazing flames illuminated a radius of tens of meters, bringing a ray of light and heat to dispel the chill of the night. Of course, such chills had no effect on Chen Zong.

But as a human being, we always yearn for light and warmth, which will make people feel comfortable from the bottom of our hearts, except for some people who practice special skills or have special minds.

In addition, Chen Zongzheng set up a plump rabbit weighing more than ten kilograms to roast on the fire, and the sound of squawking followed, and bursts of rich and tempting meat fragrance permeated the air.

This rabbit is a monster. Although it is not strong, it has delicate and flexible meat, which is very delicious.

When the rabbit weighing more than ten catties was finished roasting and Chen Zong was ready to enjoy it, a strong burst of wind sounded in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, the sound of breaking wind seemed to vibrate in his ears.

"It smells so good." At the same time, a clear voice came to my ears: "I have fine wine, can you share some meat, brother?"

A figure flashed in front of him, and then two people appeared in front of Chen Zong, a man and a woman.

The man looked about twenty** years old, with a pair of bright eyes on his handsome face, and a smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, like a spring breeze. He was dressed in a blue sword robe, which made his temperament even more chic, and he carried a long sword on his back. It means that he is a swordsman.

The moment this man appeared, his eyes quickly passed over the two swords around Chen Zong's waist and the hands holding the roasted rabbit, implying a hint of sharpness.

Beside the man is a woman of twenty-four or five years old, wearing a green shirt, with a delicate face with a bit of arrogance, but clinging to the man's side like a bird.

Chen Zong glanced over, and swipe his finger lightly like a sword. There seemed to be a trace of silver flickering across the fingertips, which was unparalleled in sharpness, causing the young man's eyes to flash a gleam of brilliance.

The rabbit weighing more than ten kilograms was divided into two by Chen Zong, half of which was kept in his hands, and the other half flew towards the young man.

"Thank you." The young man laughed, and with a wave of his right hand, a wine gourd flew towards Chen Zong, and with a second grab, his palm wrapped in real power grabbed half of the roasted rabbit.

Gently tore off the rabbit's leg and handed it to the woman beside him, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"Drink." The young man sat down, held up the wine gourd and said with a smile, Chen Zong also smiled and held up the wine gourd.

The moment he caught the wine gourd, Chen Zong had already tested it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Drinking and eating meat is so refreshing.

Not long after, half of the rabbit entered Chen Zong's stomach, and Chen Zong drank up a gourd of fine wine. While drinking and eating meat, the young man also took the initiative to talk to Chen Zong.

It turned out that this young man came from Xuanzhen Palace and was the core disciple of Xuanzhen Palace. When talking about this identity, the arrogance on the face of the woman next to him became more and more obvious.

Xuanzhen Palace, that is the most powerful sect in Xuanzhen Mansion, and one of the four middle-rank sects in Longtu area, it is stronger than Wanluo Sect, it can be regarded as the third among the four middle-rank sects.