After talking to Qian Siwen on the phone for a while, Song Zhan got up and went out and went to the sword hall.

After such a long period of study and actual combat, the Eight Golden Lock Knife Technique can already be called a hall entry for Song Zhan.

And this terrifying speed of progress, in the peaceful era before the Shenwu Age, it is not an exaggeration to say that Tianzhong is a genius.

In fact, not only Song Zhan, but also Xiao Wu and others have entered the stage of rapid growth in strength since they entered the Shenwu Era.

Through continuous fighting and killing, the sword skills that he has practiced since childhood have gradually been mastered, and some things he does not understand have gradually mastered.

When their bodies and bones are completely grown, they must all be masters.

Coming to the Sword Technique Hall, Xiao Wu and the others were meticulously boiling their bodies under the supervision of Zhao Tiancheng.

Seeing this, Song Zhan did not stop, took the wooden knife that belonged to him, and practiced with Xiao Wu and the others.

Two hours later, Song Zhan, Xiao Wu and the others were walking in the middle of the field, chatting with each other.

Zhao Tiancheng was still lying on his recliner, lazy, and seemed to be not interested in anything.

Zhao Zhiwen turned his head to look at Song Zhan, with excitement in his tone: "Brother Zhan, you were really handsome last night." ”

"That's right, that's right!"

When the other four heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

Zhao Haichuan was burly, stronger than the others, and asked with longing: "Brother Zhan, when will we be as strong as you?" ”

"Don't worry, your foundation is not bad, as long as you work hard, you will become stronger than me."

Song Zhan is telling the truth, the little five and a few people have a good foundation, and they are acting in a group, and the idle players can't help them at all, and the same is true for monsters.

Up to now, Song Zhan hadn't heard of them being bullied.

While several people were talking, Zhao Tiancheng walked over.

Song Zhan and the others stopped talking and concentrated on their horses.

"Stop, I have something to announce."

Zhao Tiancheng looked at Song Zhan and the others in the field, and said in a steady tone.

When Song Zhan heard this, he looked at Zhao Tiancheng and waited for Zhao Tiancheng's next words.

Zhao Tiancheng glanced at the little five people, his eyes paused on Song Zhan's body, and then said, "We have discussed it with the heads of several factions, and we are going to hold a competition in a week. ”

As soon as these words came out, half of the children in the audience showed excited expressions, and Song Zhan was calm.

After all, he is a halfway monk, and he is not familiar with the common martial arts competitions in the martial arts circle, and he is almost ten years older than Xiao Wu and others, so he is very calm.

Zhao Tiancheng continued: "The main sects of this exchange are our Eight Sects Golden Lock Sword, Tianshan Emei Sword, Baji Fist and other sects. ”

"The content of the competition is very simple, one-on-one."

Zhao Tiancheng paused, and then said: "But this time, we don't have to go out, because we discussed it and it was held in the Shenwu Chronicle."

First, it saves the need for long-distance travel, and secondly, it can also be used to the fullest without worrying about missing and other situations, and the safety is guaranteed. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Wu and the others became even more excited.

People who practice martial arts are full of energy, and who is not a young man, and the competition can not only make a name for himself, but also give the sect a long face, which has always been a scene that young people look forward to.

However, in the past, because there were always mistakes during the competition, which led to serious injuries to the disciples, in reality, there were relatively few competitions, and there was often no time in two or three years.

If there is a small area, one to one, it is more similar to confirming what has been learned, rather than dividing the superior.

But this time is different, because of the opening of the Shenwu Period, the first thing to worry about is the severity of the shot.

This means that what each family has learned will be fully displayed in this competition, and the final results will be more credible.

The second is that there are more schools involved, which also makes this competition a higher level.

"At that time, we will rent a space, and you will have to give it your all, understand?"

After Zhao Tiancheng finished speaking, several boys immediately puffed up their chests and responded loudly.

"As for Song Zhan, on the one hand, you have a short entry time, and your age is not suitable for you to participate in Xiao Wuzhiwen and them, on the other hand, you have been in the Shenwu Era for a long time, and your level strength and strength are much higher than them."

"When the time comes, you can watch and learn about the martial arts of each faction."

Generally, there is no opportunity to participate in this kind of gathering in the circle, and there is no opportunity to participate in learning from Song Zhan, Zhao Tiancheng said this, that is, he does not treat him as an outsider.

As an adult, Song Zhan certainly understood what Zhao Tiancheng meant.

So he nodded seriously and thanked Zhao Tiancheng solemnly.

"Master, so you're about to enter the Shenwu Chronicle?"

Song Zhan raised his head, looked at Zhao Tiancheng and asked.

In fact, he had suggested that Zhao Tiancheng enter the Shenwu Era long ago, because a martial arts master like him could only show the strength of martial arts in the Shenwu Age.

But Zhao Tiancheng didn't pass by every time, and he didn't seem to care about it.

Zhao Tiancheng nodded, the heads of each family have to lead the team, and as the head of the Eight Golden Lock Knife, he will naturally not be absent.

"Hehe, Dad, when the time comes, you will know that Shenwu Ji is simply tailor-made for us."

Zhao Zhiwen was so excited that he even forgot the rules, and said with a high spirit.

The rest of the people nodded one after another, they didn't understand Zhao Tiancheng's insistence, but it didn't prevent them from being happy for their father and uncle at the moment.

Time passed, and the morning passed quickly.

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhan rushed home, and there was not much time left before the next stage opened.

Entering the game warehouse, Song Zhan logged in to Shenwu Ji again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the dark green roof of the military tent.

Song Zhan turned over and sat up, and there were no Li Guoqiang and Wang Dafu on the bed beside him.

He didn't think much of it and walked out of the tent.

Soldiers who came and went walked between the barracks, talking to each other as if they were flesh and blood.

But Song Zhan knew that they were just a recorded image, and what happened here was not known how many years ago.

It didn't take long for Song Zhan to see Li Guoqiang and Wang Dafu.

They formed a circle with many soldiers, and the two soldiers in the circle were engaged in a fist-to-flesh battle.

"him! Come on! ”

Excited coaxing sounded from time to time, and the two soldiers in the field became more serious.

At this moment, a sharp and familiar whistle sounded, and the originally excited soldiers suddenly turned pale and quickly disbanded, running towards their own troops.

"It's time for us to gather too, Brother Leng Hao, you're here too."

Li Guoqiang saw Song Zhan and greeted him warmly.

Song Zhan also nodded, and the three of them ran towards yesterday's phalanx.