Chapter 39 Peerless Sword Fight (3)
Inside the building is a wide hall, in addition to Chen Zong, there are also those who entered the registration before, who are selecting opponents.
In the Wushuang sword fighting registration building, there are 20 swordsmanship attainments at the same level as the assessors, and one of the 20 people is selected to fight. As long as the opponent can be defeated, even if he passes the assessment, he has truly participated in Wushuang. Qualifications for sword fighting.
It can be said that registration is the first hurdle, and assessment is the second hurdle. Only after two hurdles can one truly participate in the Wushuang sword fight.
Before Chen Zong, there were dozens of people who entered, stepping forward to select opponents one by one according to the arrangement, while others sat on chairs in the corner and waited.
"Remember, this is the assessment of swordsmanship. Except for swordsmanship, no other powers are allowed." The old man who was in charge of the assessment said in a deep voice, emphasizing it many times.
Soon, someone picked an opponent, and the two of them walked to the middle space with the god-iron sword that was specially used for the assessment without a front, facing each other a few meters apart.
The two sides drew their swords, the sword light was dazzling, like the sky breaking through the clouds, like a meteor piercing the moon, killing them in an instant.
Both of them didn't use their real strength, nor did they use much physical strength. They were purely fighting swordsmanship. After all, martial artists in Wushuang Sword Fight need to have superb swordsmanship. Fight shame.
The pure swordsmanship competition is even more dangerous. You come and go, and the collision of the two swords causes countless sparks to fly away, accompanied by bursts of piercing sounds of metal and iron clanging around.
The battle ended with the defeat of the examiner.
With a dejected look, he walked out of the building, which meant that he was not qualified to participate in the Wushuang sword fight.
Get up next and pick your opponent.
One battle after another continued. Some people successfully passed the assessment, while others failed the assessment. On the whole, fewer people passed the assessment.
Sitting on the chair, Chen Zong took a long breath, watching the swordsmanship competitions one after another, his expression didn't change a bit, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart. Whether it is the examiner or the examiner, although the swordsmanship is good, but it is not easy. It's just not bad, at most it is the first level of the realm of unity of body and sword.
Next, it's Chen Zong's turn.
Chen Zong pulled out a divine iron long sword from the sword stand on one side, walked out like a stroll in the courtyard, tapped at will, and chose an opponent.
For Chen Zong, those twenty examiners,
No matter who is the opponent.
"Catch the sword." With a low voice, the long sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword was melodious, as sweet as string music, like the ding-dong of spring water in the distance, like the gentle breeze in the sky.
Natural, freehand, flowing like flowing water.
In an understatement, the examiner didn't even swing his sword. Chen Zong's long sword lightly touched his heart, and it was retracted as soon as he touched it, leaving a little sword mark on the robe at his heart.
When Chen Zong put the Shentie sword back on the sword stand, the examiner and others were in a trance and realized it.
Lost!
In a split second, before he had time to react, he was defeated. If this was a life-and-death fight, he would have already died.
The examiner couldn't help covering the sword marks on his chest and robe, his heart beat faster suddenly, his complexion turned slightly pale, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was terrified.
"Master." The others were shocked one by one.
This kind of swordsmanship seems simple, but it has the charm of returning to the basics. Only true swordsmanship masters can display it.
For a moment, everyone looked at Chen Zong differently.
Horror, admiration, implied envy.
"Congratulations on passing the assessment. The Peerless Sword Fight will be held on Feihong Mountain in half a month. Please be sure to arrive on time." The old man's tone was different from before, and he was a little more respectful.
Nodding his head, Chen Zong turned around and walked out of the building with the wooden sign that passed the examination.
"Brother Chen."
Outside the building, Chen Zong saw Qin Yi and Lin Fu, who were still queuing up to report to the plane.
"Brother Qin." Chen Zong responded, but ignored Lin Fu.
"Brother Chen has passed the examination." Qin Yi said with a smile.
"Exactly, with Brother Qin's swordsmanship, this assessment is easy." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
The two didn't talk too much, just a few simple words, Chen Zong left this place, and the next step was naturally to find a place to live in this city temporarily.
Feihong Mountain is not too far from Jinghong City.
I asked one restaurant after another, and they were all full.
Business is the best during Wushuang Sword Fighting, whether it is accommodation or meals, almost all are full, and I don’t know how many people have difficulty finding a place to live or eat.
After searching almost all over the city, Chen Zong finally found a place to live. It was the last room in a small inn.
"One Lingbei a day, meals are calculated separately."
The small inn looks a bit dilapidated, with only one boss and one clerk. In normal times, few warriors would care about it. Only some traveling merchants who can't make a lot of money come to live in it, and one ling shell is enough to live for several days and Meal included.
But during this Wushuang sword fight, everything is so tight. Therefore, the owner of this small inn also intends to take this opportunity to make a fortune. After all, it happens once every three years. If you miss it, you will regret it, but he dare not set the price. It's too outrageous.
From a few days with meals included to one day without meals included, such an increase is enough to discourage those traveling businessmen.
"Stay for fifteen days first." Chen Zong took out fifteen shells, and gently placed them on the counter under the boss's shining eyes.
"Er Gouzi, take the distinguished guest to the room immediately." The boss waved his hand and put away the fifteen Lingbei, as if his palm contained a space like a bag of mustard seeds. He piled up a smile and shouted quickly Dao, and then warmly greeted Chen Zong: "Do you need hot water? If you want, tell Er Gouzi to burn a bucket, no extra money."
"Okay." Chen Zong nodded.
Taking a hot bath is undoubtedly a very comfortable thing.
Er Gouzi was a thin and thin boy with slippery eyes and a very clever appearance. He nodded and bowed and led Chen Zong to the last vacant room.
The door was pushed open with a creak, and the small room only had a simple wooden bed and a pair of old wooden tables and chairs, but it was wiped clean.
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Guangsha, and you can sleep in a bed of brocade quilts and jade beds, but even so, you can sleep peacefully in ruins.
Chen Zong didn't care about the quality of the guest room, as long as it was clean enough.
"Be objective, you rest first, and I'll go and boil hot water for you." Er Gouzi bent down and said, he had both yearning for these warriors, and also had enough awe, worried that if he provoked moody people , was killed and had nowhere to seek justice.
Chen Zong naturally wouldn't care about anything with an ordinary person, on the premise that the other party didn't offend him.
He traveled all the way and continued on the road. Chen Zong didn't practice much, so he stayed here and adjusted himself. When the guy brought the hot water, Chen Zong took a hot bath for a while, feeling all the wind and dust gone, his whole body Shu Tai.
Leaning against the edge of the big wooden barrel, Chen Zong closed his eyes, letting his thoughts fly, as if he was half asleep and half awake.
When the water was completely cool, Chen Zong woke up naturally, and jumped up lightly. There was still a transparent figure in the bucket that seemed to be formed by countless water droplets. As for Chen Zong, he didn't know when he had died Put on the sword robe.
When Chen Zong was seated on the wooden bed, the figures inside the barrel dispersed and turned into countless drops of water and fell into the barrel, while the outside was dry and dry without any moisture.
Enter concentration, exercise power, and surge with real power.
Using practice instead of sleep, it was not until dawn that Chen Zong opened his eyes, and the introverted light flowed in the eyes, washing away like water waves, and then disappeared.
Breath out, unwilling to cause damage to the guest room, Chen Zong let the breath disperse naturally.
Standing up, he gestured with the sword in the room. This sword technique seemed to be chaotic and common, but each sword contained profound secrets. It was the second-level interpretation of Zhaoxuan Realm. Every sword pierced dust in the air.
Dust is invisible, only those who have reached the realm can perceive it.
Chen Zong could barely do it by stabbing Mochen with his sword. If one day he could pierce Mochen as he wanted, it would mean that Chen Zong's swordsmanship had reached an extreme.
Now that Chen Zong's mastery of swordsmanship has reached Chen Zong's current level, he no longer needs to make big moves, and he can practice them in a small area to understand the mystery.
For several days in a row, Chen Zong didn't step out of the room except for some meals delivered by the staff, all of which were spent on cultivation.
The cultivation of vertical and horizontal true strength, after all, cultivation is one's own shortcoming, and it is the biggest limitation of current strength.
He didn't let go of his swordsmanship either, he was going to participate in Wushuang sword fight not long ago, the stronger his swordsmanship, the better.
Ten days passed, and there were still five days before the Wushuang sword fight, and Chen Zong stepped out of the room for the first time and walked out of the small inn.
There are more pedestrians on the street than ten days ago. At a glance, there are people's heads surging like a wave. Ordinary people have to wait a long time to walk a few steps. Chen Zong's steps are as nimble as swimming fish , shuttling among the crowd without the slightest hindrance, and without causing any panic.
Stayed in the small inn for ten days, all the meals were made by the small inn, very ordinary and the taste was ordinary, Chen Zong felt that his mouth was about to fade out, this time he came out, he also found a restaurant to eat and drink Thoughts from last meal.
It's just that every table in every restaurant that I passed by was full of people.
Chen Zong walked into the last restaurant, if there is no more room, he would have to go out of the city.
"Brother Chen." A familiar voice sounded, it was Qin Yi.
Qin Yi and Lin Fu are occupying a table, and there are two vacancies left for two people.
"Brother Qin." Chen Zong also responded.
"Brother Chen is also here for dinner, please sit down." Qin Yi got up and invited, and Chen Zong didn't refuse, walked over and sat down.
Lin Fu saw Chen Zong snorted coldly, and found that Chen Zong ignored her, and couldn't help being a little annoyed. When Qin Yi found out, he smiled and patted her plain hand, and Lin Fu's cheeks turned bright red.
"I haven't seen Chen Zong for a few days, I thought Brother Chen couldn't find a place to stay and left the city." Qin Yi smiled, poured a glass of wine for Chen Zong, and raised his glass.
"I have been practicing in the guest room for the past few days." Chen Zong also toasted in response.
"Hmph, sharpening the sword in front of the battle, it will be bright even if it is not bright." Lin Fu whispered, quite ironic, but Chen Zong directly ignored it, which made Lin Fu even more depressed.