MTL - Sword God-v3 Chapter 7 Zhengwu gathering situation

(The second guest supporting role in this book, ‘Yang Yigu’, is played by apprentice ’s fanboy student, tired of writing.)

It was crowded, crowded, and bustling.

For the first time visiting Fengwu City, Chen Zong was dizzy, but he did not forget the purpose of the trip.

The Zhenwu Tower is a Tang family, which is unique in this city. It is very famous in Fengwu City and the threshold is high. Only martial arts are eligible to enter. If you are less than martial arts, you are useless even if you are the master of a family.

After a few inquiries, Chen Zong approached Zhengwu Tower and looked up.

The Zhengwu Building is five stories high, with dark red as the main body and gold on the edges. It has a magnificent and noble atmosphere. As a giant stands on the ground, it will never waver under the influence of wind and rain.

The first floor of the Zhengwu Building requires military status to enter, and the second floor is the well-known warriors in Fengwu City to be eligible to log in. As for the third floor, at least seven layers of Qi and Blood Environment must be repaired. qualifications.

The fourth and fifth tiers must be practiced beyond qi and blood.

At this time, because of the relationship between Tang's giants and Tang Junluo's dragon-raising event, Zhengwulou declined irrelevant people, leaving two family warriors to stand at the gate as guards.

"I am the drizzle to help the young master, why not let me in."

When Chen Zong walked to the door, he heard a sharp roar, very unwilling and very dissatisfied.

"You didn't have an invitation." One of the two guards said expressionlessly and impatiently, with a dry tone, not keeping the other side in their eyes.

What drizzle is helping the heavy rain is in front of Tang's facade.

As he approached the gate of the Zhengwu Tower, Chen Zong was also intercepted.

"Where's the dirt, roll back." The drizzle in a gorgeous military uniform helped the young master be full of anger and nowhere to release his anger. When he saw Chen Zong wearing a gray-grey military uniform came over to enter the Zhengwu Tower, he was immediately angry. curse.

The military uniform at a glance knew that it was made of coarse cloth, and only those military fighters with no background would wear it.

"Get out." Chen Zong's eyes were sharp as a sword, and he drove the drowning eyes into a drizzle, making him tremble unconsciously, stepping back a little, and immediately realizing what was happening, his face flushed and anger.

"This is my invitation." Chen Zong bypassed the drizzle to help the young master, took out the dragon sticker and handed it to one of the guards.

The two guards were very surprised. From the perspective of dress, Chen Zong's origin must be very ordinary, and there was an invitation.

"I wonder where my invitation went. It turned out that you stole it." The drizzle rushed over to the master in anger and poured dirty water directly.

"Get off!" Chen Zong was angry and roared like a tiger. Drizzle helped the young master seem to see a strong and powerful tiger yelling at him in front of him. The look was so horrifying that his face was white and his calf trembled. Can't help but step back.

"You're Chen Zong?" A guard opened the invitation and looked at Chen Zong.

"Yes." Chen Zong was not humble.

"Please come in." The guard's expression eased a little, let him go, and he returned the invitation to Chen Zong.

This scene caused a lot of discussion in the periphery, and they did not understand why a person who looked very ordinary could enter the Zhengwu Tower to participate in the Dragon Club.

You know, those who really have a good background, even if they are low-key, to enter such a grand event, they will never wear the clothes that are known at a glance.

"I can feel that his blood strength is not strong, most of it is the cultivation of the fourth floor of Qi and Blood."

"Is he a disciple of a senior?"

"His name is Chen Zong. Doesn't this sound familiar to you?"

...

The first floor is empty.

The second floor was empty, and Chen Zong stepped onto the third floor.

He was not the first to arrive. In the third floor, dozens of people have gathered, each of whom is a young man under the age of twenty, one by one wearing various colored military uniforms, or gorgeous or restrained, very personal. , Is completely tailor-made, at a glance, I know that the material is extraordinary.

Chen Zong's arrival attracted a few eyes. It was normal, but those people were shocked.

"who are you?"

"Why sneak in and go out right away."

People rely on clothes and horses on their saddles, and Chen Zong is all too ordinary. There is no way. He doesn't want to wear better clothes, but he doesn't.

"I have an invitation." Chen Zongyang said in a big red post in Yang's hand.

"Your invitation won't be fake."

There are still people who don't give up, no matter how good-tempered they are, they will be uncomfortable to hear such words.

"Hello, my name is Tang Junhao. I am the elder brother of Tang Junluo, the protagonist of the Dragon Rising Club. Can you show me the invitation?" At this time, a young man in a purple golden dragon suit walked up with a big face Smiling like a spring breeze, the language is mild.

Chen Zong passed the post.

Tang Junhao opened it and looked surprised, "You are Chen Zong?"

"Yes." Chen Zong nodded.

"It turned out to be you. This invitation was sent to you by Jun Luo personally. You are welcome to join Jun Luo's Dragon Rising Party. You must find a place to sit and wait until the people are basically there before the banquet begins." Tang Junhao will invite Return to Chen Zong.

Everyone knows that this ordinary-dressed man really has an invitation, and that today, the protagonist Tang Junluo personally invited the names, one by one, surprised.

"Chen Zong, this name sounds familiar."

"Must he be the Chen family Chen Zong, one of the six Xiaojie of Fengwu."

"It's him."

"It's just a child from a tribe."

After knowing the identity of Chen Zong, they lost their interest. A person from the tribe, and still in the place where the Chen family strives to rely on their own ability to strive for upstream, there is no backing, and they will soon stand out in the crowd.

After all, they perform well in the martial arts stage, and they are not necessarily after becoming a warrior. Most of them are no longer able to maintain the previous brave and advanced.

Think about this time, how many people once called Feng Wu Xiaojie were not eligible to enter, that is proof.

Chen Zong didn't know that he was even named as one of the six heroes of Fengwu. He was a little surprised, smiled, and folded the invitation to glance at it. The third floor is very large, and it is estimated that the length and width are three. Forty meters high, fifty or six meters high, with a simple decoration, surrounded by a chair, and between each two chairs, there is a table with fresh fruits and delicate pastries. And a good cup of tea.

Around the corner, there is a bronze-shaped incense burner, lit sandalwood, scented fragrance, refreshing.

Feel free to find an empty chair and sit down, pour myself a cup of tea, the fragrance of the tea, swirl in the cup, smoky like a cloud.

Pick up a piece of delicate pastry and put it in your mouth, taste it carefully, and it is really delicious, never eaten from childhood.

Especially after taking a bite of pastry and drinking a cloud of tea, the two distinct flavors complement each other, and the feeling of reverberation in the mouth is even more wonderful.

Without paying attention to others, Chen Zong ate himself.

Suddenly, one person shook the chaos and walked to the opposite chair and sat down.

"Friend, come with a glass of wine?" As soon as the person sat down, he placed the wine gourd gently on the table and greeted Chen Zong from time to time.

"No, thank you." Chen Zong smiled slightly.

"I see friends who practice swords, swords, how can there be no wine." The comer's eyebrows looked like swords, his eyes seemed blurry, but his eyes were clear, his mouth hung, his face with a smile, chic and wild, In a white military uniform, spotless, the sword behind him, the sword spike blood red.

"I practice sword and don't drink." Chen Zong laughed.

One person, one sentence, seems simple, but they also show different ideas.

"That's a pity." The person sighed, opened the wine gourd cover, took a sip, and looked pleased: "Drinking wine, practicing sword, drunk to find the wind, my name is Yang Yigu, your name is Chen Zong."

Chen Zong feels that this person's thinking is a bit off the line, but it does not prevent him from knowing each other and chatting with each other.

Chatting and chatting, Chen Zong found that Yang Yigu knew quite a bit about Feng Wucheng and obviously increased Chen Zong's knowledge of Feng Wucheng.

More and more people are entering the third floor of Zhengwu.

"Li Zhenshi is here too."

"Zhao Wangcheng is also here."

"The two men were defeated by Tang Junluo before. Now they are here. I don't know if there will be a fierce battle. I look forward to it."

Tang Junluo, Li Zhenshi, and Zhao Wangcheng came from the three giants of Fengwucheng. At the same age, they were very talented. They were also called Fengwu Sanxiaoying, regardless of their ranks, but since Tang Junluo defeated Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. After that, he came out on top, without any prejudice, overwhelming the other two.

As for the fact that Tang Junluo and Chen Zong had a draw, the Chen family did not publicize it. Perhaps there was a reason for the Tang family's request. The Tang family itself would not go public. ~ Www.novelbuddy.com ~ Chen Zong also looked at Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. , These two people Yu Xuan Ang, at a glance they know that they are extraordinary.

Li Zhenshi was wearing a long sword and smiling, which made him feel very comfortable, as if he was greeting everyone, but there was another kind of lightness and lightness. He was wearing a white military uniform, inlaid with silver, showing a hint of low-key. Luxurious.

Zhao Wangcheng had a long sword on his waist, his face was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and his black military uniform made him look even more strange. If he refused to be thousands of miles away.

As if feeling the eyes of Chen Zong, Li Zhenshi turned around and nodded slightly, Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Li's Li Zhenshi and Zhao's Zhao Wangcheng, both of them tempered their blood seven times, and they could finish the eighth pass." Yang Yigu took another sip of wine and shook his head and said, "It is truly worthy of The nobles who have survived from the Kingdom era have a wonderful heritage. "

"Era of the Kingdom?" Chen Zong was puzzled.

"Our current era is the Zhenwu era, the previous era is the kingdom era, and it is said to be submerged under the monster." Yang Yigu seems drunk and intoxicated: "Thank you for the arrival of the Zhenwu era, otherwise we People of ordinary origin have no access to martial arts. "

Chen Zong heard, thoughtfully.

"Sun Shaojie, Zhou Guan, Wang Shenghong, Yang Feiyu, Kong Lianshan, these five people are also called Fengwu Liuxiaojie with you."

Chen Zongmin found that when Yang Yigu said the name Yang Feiyu, there was a slight change in his tone, and he couldn't help looking at Yang Feiyu more.

A azure military uniform with a sword on his back and a spirited look.

Both surnames Yang, maybe there is any relationship between the two, but it has nothing to do with themselves, and Chen Zong has no intention to explore.

With the passage of time, a few more people waited for the first time to glance at him. One of them stayed on Chen Zong, and suddenly, he strode towards Chen Zong.