"Chen Zong, on such an occasion, it is not for people like you to come, so don't leave quickly. An undisguised reprimand sounded, and everyone's eyes were focused.

"What does it have to do with you?" Chen Zong saw that it was Chen He, who he hadn't seen for many days, and was surprised at first, and then responded lukewarmly.

"How has nothing to do with me, first, I am your clan brother, second, on such occasions, you can only enter if you have a certain identity and strength and are invited, look at you, but it is only the fourth layer of the Qi and Blood Realm, but it is just a child of a clan, what qualifications do you have to enter, I will let you 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 dark, and his tone was hurried, and he blasted at Chen Zong like a cannon.

"I have an invitation. Chen Zong was calm.

"You have an invitation...... Chen He was stunned at first, and then laughed: "Are you kidding, just by you, can you also get an invitation from the Thang Long Society?"

The other two people who went upstairs at the same time as Chen He were a man and a woman, frowning slightly, and strode over, and they didn't know what was going on.

"It's really ridiculous, just relying on the level of a martial artist to quench a body of blood and qi six times to break through to become a martial artist, and be included in the name of one of the six little masters of Fengwu, if you are not qualified to enter here, then what is qualified?" Yang Yigu took a sip of wine slowly, and said without hesitation.

"Blood and Qi are tempered six times!"

"Fengwu Six Little Masters!"

Chen He's face changed drastically, and his heart was like being struck by lightning.

"Impossible, how can this be the case for a child of a mere tribe. ”

But when he saw the mocking eyes next to him, Chen He realized that it was true, and during the time he was out to practice, something happened in the Chen family hall that he didn't know.

"It's true that Chen Zong has an invitation, and it's also true that he was invited by the Shenglong Society, or Junluo personally invited him. Tang Junhao walked over with a displeased face, his eyes were cold, and a kind of superior-like majesty fell on Chen He: "Chen He, you are not welcome here, please leave." ”

"You can't do that. Chen He's face changed suddenly, and so did the two people who came with him.

Once he leaves like this, Chen He will become a laughing stock.

"Again, I don't want to say it a second time. Tang Junhao's expression was indifferent.

"Okay, I'll leave. Although Chen He's face was gloomy, and his inner anger was more like a volcano about to erupt, there was still a trace of rational containment, this is Zhengwu Building, the property of the Tang family's wealthy family, or the place where the Shenglong Club is held, if he breaks out, he will be happy for a while, but the consequences are very serious, not something he can afford.

The fierce gaze swept over Chen Zong's face, and when he turned around, Chen He strode downstairs and left.

"To be here, they are all people who are qualified to accept my Tang Clan's invitation, and I don't want to hear anything like that again. Tang Junhao said loudly, secretly warned, nodded to Chen Zong and left.

"You are the brother of the Chen clan, the one who learned the sword with Sister Izumo?" 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 the clan sister. Chen Hongying smiled playfully.

"My name is Chen Xia, I have heard that the clan martial arts disciple has produced a great character, and he has won the chief king many times in a row, but I didn't expect that you would quench your blood and qi six times, and also get the name of the six little masters of Fengwu, which is really extraordinary. Chen Xia smiled, and his tone was quite kind.

"Brother Chen Xia has a good reputation. Chen Zong smiled.

Since Chen Izuyun and a few others went to the Qiyao Martial Academy, the cousins of the Chen clan, Chen Xia is the first master, Chen He is the second, and Chen Hongying is the third.

The previous number one master was Chen Izuyun, that is to say, if Chen Zong lived in Chen Izuyun's former courtyard, he would need to challenge Chen Xia to defeat him.

The people who came here to participate in the Shenglong Society, except for those who were directly named and invited like Chen Zong, were the top three people of the younger generation of various family forces.

At this moment, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the staircase, and everyone seemed to realize something and raised their eyes one after another.

I saw a figure slowly stepping down the stairs from the fourth floor.

A pair of purple-gold dragon pattern combat shoes, exquisite purple military uniforms, gilded military uniforms, painted with golden dragon patterns, bright and restrained eyes, and wearing a purple and gold crown, is the protagonist of today's banquet - Tang Junluo.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to join the Ascending Dragon Party that your family held for me. Tang Junluo strode over, sat down on the reserved main seat, his momentum was fully displayed, and the clear voice also reached everyone's ears, his gaze swept over, swept over everyone's face, and stopped at Chen Zong's place for a while.

"You may be seated. Tang Junluo stretched out his hand to signal, and everyone also sat down, and the seats were just right.

"Jun Luo has tempered his blood and qi eight times to break through to become a martial artist, breaking the previous record of our Fengwu City and creating a new record, which is gratifying. Tang Junhao got up and said, "I'll replace the wine with tea, and I will toast Junluo with a cup first." ”

"As it should be. ”

"Congratulations. ”

"After that, our Fengwu City will be better than the other six cities in this regard. ”

Everyone picked up their teacups one after another, saluting Tang Junluo in the air, but Yang Yigu was still drinking.

Although this banquet was prepared by the Tang family's wealthy family, none of the elders were here, and even the highest cultivation was only to reach the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, which was completely an occasion for young people.

"The purpose of holding this Shenglong Meeting, one is to congratulate Jun Luo, and also to share this glory belonging to the Tang clan and Fengwu City to everyone, and the other purpose is to gather all the heroes and know each other, and they can take this opportunity to talk about martial arts and learn from each other. "Tang Junhao is like a spokesperson.

"Tang Junluo, I lost half a move to you that day, and today, I am already a martial artist, and I will come to ask for advice again. 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 without hurry, and Zhao Wangcheng did not force him, and sat down again.

"In that case, let me start first, I heard that the drunken sword Yang Yigu The more you drink, the more powerful the sword becomes, I have long wanted to understand it. One person stood up and directly invited Yang Yigu to fight.

"This is a competition, the sword has no eyes, everyone must remember not to use all your strength, preferably, do not use the power of qi and blood. Tang Junhao opened his mouth to remind.

"Drink and practice swords, get drunk and find the wind, take me a sword. Yang Yigu grabbed the wine gourd in his left hand and poured a sip of wine, his eyes were hazy, and he drew his sword with his right hand, turning into a breeze and blowing towards the other party, and the sword seemed to have a strong smell of wine.

The flow of clouds and water is natural!

Chen Zong's eyes lit up, and he had the urge to compete with Yang Yigu in swordsmanship.

Whew!

Yang Yigu's sword continued, like a gust of wind slowly gone, and what martial arts he used, he had forced the other party to retreat constantly, when the other party tried to use martial arts to counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a flaw, fell on the opponent's neck, the cold touch, immediately made the other party tremble, goosebumps on the neck.

"The drunken sword is really powerful, I lost. Although this person was a little embarrassed, he also generously admitted it.

"Do you want to drink together?" Yang Yigu asked, holding a gourd.

"I don't like to drink. The man's face changed, and he replied quickly, which disappointed Yang Yigu.

"Yang Yigu, don't be embarrassed here. Yang Feiyu scolded coldly.

"Then do you want to drink?" Yang Yigu retreated back to his seat with messy steps, signaling to Yang Feiyu, Yang Feiyu's face was full of iron.

"Yang Yigu, I'm here to fight you, if you are defeated, leave this place immediately. Yang Zhiyin's brows were furrowed, and his tone was not good.

"If you fail, have a drink. Yang Yigu seems to like to drink people.

"If I am defeated, 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. Yang Yigu sighed softly, got up again, his steps seemed messy, but he seemed to ride the wind and step on the moon, the long sword came out of the sheath, with a soft sound, turning into a gust of wind blowing slowly.

The sword light is continuous, as if it is pervasive.

Yang Zhiyin immediately drew his sword and turned into a sharp light to break through the air.

Three wealthy families and five families, the Li family and the Yang family are all good at swordsmanship, but the way is different.

Yang Yigu's performance was not the Yang family's swordsmanship, but an opportunity, because this was a banquet, just a hand-to-hand battle rather than a life-and-death battle, and often did not display high-grade martial arts.

Of course, there is no grade martial arts that are driven by the power of qi and blood, and it is not as good as building foundation martial arts.

Yang Yigu's foundation building martial arts, called the Seven Styles of Drunken Sword, have footwork to match, which seems messy, but in fact it is accurate in chaos.

What Yang Zhiyin performed was the Yang family's Feihong swordsmanship, the sword was like Feihong, light and sharp.

Whether it is Yang Yigu or Yang Zhiyin, the cultivation of the two of them is the sixth layer of the Qi and Blood Realm, and the strength of their physique is also a thousand catties, unless there is some adventure or other willingness, the physical strength of the fourth to ninth layer martial artists of the Qi and Blood Realm is almost the same.

The power of a thousand catties, that represents a limit.

Limits, not so easy to break.

The long swords are shining, messy and sharp collide again and again.

Yang Yigu drank while drawing his sword, and his swordsmanship became faster and more powerful, gradually suppressing Yang Zhiyin.

"Damn. Yang Zhiyin secretly said that it was not good, if he continued like this, he would be defeated, the power of qi and blood was urged, the grade martial arts were displayed, and a sword was killed, the sword light became dazzling, and the energy surrounded, condensed into a flying eagle, let out a sharp chirp, and slaughtered Yang Yigu fiercely.

"The first weight of the Flying Eagle Sword Technique!"

"Dacheng Realm!"

Everyone's faces changed drastically, Yang Yigu's body shook and his steps were staggered, as if he was drunk, and under the shaking of the long sword, the smell of wine was permeated, and the fragrance was overflowing.

The hazy light of the sword pierced through the air, like a cloud of mist.

The strong aroma of wine diffused, making Yang Zhiyin a little dizzy in an instant, only to feel that there was a trance in front of him, the originally hazy sword shadow dissipated, and turned into an extremely powerful sword light to kill, shattering the flying eagle phantom, the sword body patted lightly on the back of his hand, but Yang Zhiyin felt that the back of his hand seemed to be broken, and he could no longer hold the long sword, so he fell off his hand.

Then, as if a needle had been pricked in his throat, he reached out and touched a little scarlet, Yang Yigu had already put his sword into the sheath, and returned to his seat with messy steps.

"I'll take my leave. Yang Zhiyin's face changed back and forth, and finally picked up the long sword, nodded to Tang Junhao, Tang Junluo and the others, turned around and strode away, he didn't have the face to continue to stay.