Inside the building was a wide hall, and in addition to Chen Zong, there were also those who had previously entered and were choosing opponents. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Musou Sword Fighting Registration Building, there are twenty martial artists who are at the same level of swordsmanship as the assessment personnel, and one of the twenty people is selected to fight, as long as the other party can be defeated, even if it passes the assessment, there is a real qualification to participate in the Musou Sword Fight.

It can be said that registration is the first level, and the assessment is the second level.

There were dozens of people who entered before Chen Zong, and they stepped forward to select their opponents one by one in order, while the others sat on chairs in the corner and waited.

"Remember, this is an assessment of swordsmanship, and no other strength may be used except for swordsmanship. The old man who managed the assessment said in a deep voice, repeating it many times.

Soon, someone picked an opponent, and the two of them walked to the middle space with the Shentie Sword that was not open for assessment, facing each other a few meters apart.

The two sides took out their swords, and the sword light was dazzling, like the sky breaking through the clouds like a meteor through the moon, killing in an instant.

Both of them did not use their true strength, nor did they use much physical strength, it was a pure competition of swordsmanship, after all, the warrior battle on the unequaled sword fight requires superb swordsmanship, if the swordsmanship is not enough, it will only shame the unequaled sword fight.

The pure sword competition is even more dangerous, you come and go, the collision of the two swords causes countless sparks to splash away, accompanied by bursts of piercing sound of gold and iron resonating in the surroundings.

The battle ended with the defeat of the examiner.

With a dejected look, he walked out of the building, meaning that he was not qualified to participate in the Musou Sword Fight.

The next one gets up and picks the opponent.

War after war continues, some people successfully pass the assessment, some people fail the assessment, and on the whole, fewer people pass the assessment.

Chen Zong sat on the chair, breathing for a long time, watching one sword competition after another, his expression did not change by half a point, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart, whether it was an assessor or an assessor, although the swordsmanship was good, it was only good, at most, it was the first level of the realm of unity and unity of body and sword.

Next, it was Chen Zong's turn.

Chen Zong took out a divine iron long sword from the sword stand on the side, and walked out like a leisurely stroll, tapping it at will to choose an opponent.

For Chen Zong, those twenty assessors, no matter who is the opponent, is the same.

"Catch the sword. With a low groan, the long sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword was melodious, as pleasant as string music, as if the spring water in the distance was tinkling, like the breeze on the horizon.

Natural, freehand, flowing like flowing water.

To put it mildly, the assessor didn't even swing his sword, and Chen Zong's long sword gently touched his heart, and it was closed with a touch, leaving a little sword mark on the robe of his heart.

When Chen Zong put the Divine Iron Sword back on the sword stand, the assessor and the others were in a trance and reacted.

Defeated!

In an instant, he was defeated in the moment when he didn't have time to react, and if it was a life-and-death fight, he would have been killed.

The assessor couldn't help but cover the sword marks on his heart's robe, his heart suddenly beat faster, his face turned slightly pale, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was afraid.

"Master. The others were shocked in their hearts.

This kind of swordsmanship seems simple, but it has the charm of returning to the basics, and only a true swordsmanship master can perform it.

For a while, everyone's eyes on Chen Zong were different.

Horror, admiration, and implicit jealousy.

"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, a little more respectful.

Nodding, Chen Zong took the wooden sign that passed the assessment and turned around and walked out of the building.

"Brother Chen. ”

Outside the building, Chen Zong saw Qin Yi and Lin Fu, who were still waiting in line to report for boarding.

"Brother Qin. Chen Zong responded, but ignored Na Lin Fu.

"Brother Chen has passed the assessment. 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 much, just a few words, Chen Zong left this place, and the next thing was naturally to find a place to live in this city for the time being.

Feihong Mountain is not far from this amazing city.

I asked one restaurant after another, and they were all full.

Business during the Musou Sword Fight was the best, whether it was accommodation or meals, it was almost full, and I don't know how many people had difficulty finding a place to live or a place to eat.

After searching almost the whole city, Chen Zong finally found a place to live, which was the room of a small inn, the last one.

"One Lingbei a day, meals are counted separately. ”

The small inn is a little shabby, with only one boss and one man, if it is placed in normal times, few warriors will care, only some foot merchants who can't make a lot of money come to live, and a Lingbei is enough to live for several days and include meals.

But during this peerless sword fight, everything was so tight, therefore, the owner of this small inn also planned to take this opportunity to make a profit, after all, once every three years, he would regret missing it, but he didn't dare to set the price too outrageous.

From a few days with a meal to a day without a meal, such an increase is enough to discourage those foot merchants.

"Stay for fifteen days. Chen Zong took out fifteen spirit shells and gently rested them on the counter in the boss's shining eyes.

"Ergouzi, take the distinguished guest to the room immediately. The boss waved his hand and put away the fifteen pieces of Lingbei, as if his palm contained a mustard seed bag-like space, piled up a smile on his face, shouted quickly, and then greeted Chen Zong warmly: "Do you need hot water?" ”

"Good. Chen Zong nodded.

Taking a hot bath is undoubtedly a very comfortable thing.

Ergouzi was a thin young man, his eyes were slippery and very smart, and he nodded and led Chen Zong to the last empty room.

The door creaked open, and the small room, with only a simple wooden bed and a very old wooden table and chairs, was clean.

Thousands of mansions can be settled, brocade quilts and jade beds can be slept, but even so, the ruins can also sleep peacefully.

Chen Zong didn't care about the quality of the guest room, as long as it was clean enough.

"Objective, you rest first, and I'll go and boil hot water for you. Ergouzi bent down and said, he has both yearning for these warriors and has enough awe, worried that if he provokes a moody person, he will have nowhere to redress if he is killed.

Chen Zong naturally wouldn't bother with an ordinary person, on the premise that the other party didn't offend him.

Along the way, Chen Zong didn't have much cultivation, so he stayed down, so he adjusted, and when the guy brought hot water, Chen Zong took a hot bath for a while, feeling that the wind and dust were gone, and the whole body was comfortable.

Leaning on the edge of the large wooden barrel, Chen Zong closed his eyes and let his thoughts fly, as if he was half-asleep and half-awake.

When the water was cold, Chen Zong naturally woke up, jumped up slightly, and there was still a transparent figure in the bucket that seemed to be condensed by countless water droplets, as for Chen Zong, he didn't know when he had finished putting on the sword robe.

When Chen Zong sat down on the wooden bed, the figure inside the wooden barrel dispersed, turning into countless droplets of water and falling into the barrel, while the outside was dry and dry, without the slightest wetness.

Determination, luck, and real power surge.

Instead of sleep, it was not until dawn that Chen Zongfang opened his eyes, and the restrained essence flowed in his eyes, cleansing like water waves, and then disappeared.

The breath exhaled, not wanting to cause damage to this room, Chen Zong let the breath disperse naturally.

Got up, and compared it in the room with a referring sword, this sword technique seems to be chaotic and commonplace, but each sword contains a profound secret, which is a deduction of the second level of the Xuan realm, and each sword pierces the dust in the air.

The dust is invisible, and can only be perceived by those who have reached the realm.

If one day, he can pierce the dust as he wants, it means that Chen Zong's swordsmanship realm has reached an extreme.

The swordsmanship has reached Chen Zong's current realm, and there is no need to open and close the moves, and you can also practice it in every inch of land to understand the mysteries.

For a few days, Chen Zong didn't take a step out of the room except for asking his men to bring some meals, and all of them were spent on cultivation.

The cultivation of vertical and horizontal true power, after all, cultivation is one's own shortcoming, and it is the biggest limitation of today's strength.

The swordsmanship has not been put down, and he has to participate in the unequaled sword fight not long ago, and the stronger the swordsmanship, the better.

Ten days passed, and there were still five days left before the peerless sword fight, and Chen Zong stepped out of the door and walked out of the small inn for the first time.

There are more pedestrians on the streets than ten days ago, and at a glance there are people surging like a wave, ordinary people have to wait a lot of time if they want to walk a few steps, but Chen Zong's steps are as flexible as a swimming fish, shuttling through the crowd, without the slightest hindrance, and without causing any panic.

Ten days in the small inn, eating all the meals made by the small inn itself, very ordinary taste and average, Chen Zong felt that his mouth was about to fade out of the bird, this time out, there was also the idea of finding a restaurant to eat and drink.

It's just that every restaurant I walked through was full of people.

Chen Zong walked into the last restaurant, and if there was no more space, he would have to go out of the city.

"Brother Chen. A familiar voice sounded, it was Qin Yi.

Qin Yi and Lin Fu were occupying a table, and there were still two empty seats left for the two of them.

"Brother Qin. Chen Zong also responded.

"Brother Chen is also here to eat, please take a seat. Qin Yi got up and invited, and Chen Zong didn't excuse himself, and walked over and sat down.

Lin Fu saw Chen Zong snorting coldly, and when he found that Chen Zong didn't pay attention to her, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, Qin Yi found out, so he smiled and patted her plain hand gently, Lin Fu's cheeks suddenly turned red.

"I haven't seen Chen Zong for a few days, and I thought that Brother Chen couldn't find a place to live and left the city. Qin Yi smiled, poured a glass of wine for Chen Zong, and raised his glass.

"I've been practicing in my room for the past few days. Chen Zong also raised his glass in response.

"Hmph, sharpen your sword in battle, and it's not bright and it's light. Lin Fu said in a low voice, quite ironic, but Chen Zong directly ignored it, which made Lin Fu even more depressed.