Chapter 61 Extreme Martial Gathering Wind and Clouds (Part 2)

(first update)

Chen Zong and Zhan Ying live in the same room, and the relationship between the two is not bad.

Dinner is a small gathering, the food is not bad, not only delicious and rich, but also a little wine, everyone is happy.

"The day after tomorrow, the Four University Palaces recruit disciples once every three years, so I'm a little nervous when I think about it." Zhan Ying's tone was a little excited, and then he looked at Chen Zong: "Brother Chen, how do you look, you're not nervous at all. "

"There's nothing to be nervous about, what should come will always come." Chen Zong smiled slightly.

"Your mentality is really good." Zhan Ying smiled, and seemed to be influenced by Chen Zong a little, so he was less nervous.

After chatting for a while, Zhan Ying practiced exercises to purify the power of qi and blood as much as possible.

In order to break through from the ninth level of Qi and Blood Realm to practicing Strength Realm, the first and foremost point is that the power of Qi and Blood is pure enough, which requires time and energy to slowly polish, and there are almost no shortcuts.

In addition, the spiritual will must be strong enough.

Only when the two are combined, and guided by spiritual will, can a new force be extracted from the power of physique and qi and blood.

Under normal circumstances, the power of qi and blood can only be purified slowly, and the mental will can only be slowly sharpened. After all martial artists reach the peak of the ninth level of qi and blood, it often takes a year or even longer to settle.

Some warriors are even difficult to break through in three or five years, and some are even worse, they have been stuck at the bottleneck for ten or twenty years.

In terms of the purity of qi and blood, Chen Zong not only reached but also far surpassed it. After all, there is no qi and blood that can compare with pure yang qi and blood.

When he returned to the Qiyao Martial Arts Academy, in addition to cultivating, Chen Zong read various books, and then continued to study himself, and finally came to a conclusion, that is, if he wants to break through to the realm of strength training, it will be more difficult than normal qi and blood. The pinnacle of the ninth floor is even bigger.

After all, his own qi and blood power is too pure. This kind of foundation is incomparably powerful. The great perfection of qi and blood realm and the cultivation of copper-skin steel bars have also made Chen Zong's physical strength far superior to that of ordinary warriors. Inner strength is extracted from the body and pure yang qi and blood, which requires a very strong mental will.

Now, it's not enough.

"At least, the spirit and will must be fully integrated." Chen Zong secretly said.

Because of the relationship between the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood, one's own spiritual will,

It is becoming more and more harmonious, but it has not really been harmonious, at least, it will take a few months.

There is no better way to temper the spiritual will, only let it go, Chen Zong concentrates on the swordsmanship.

The sword is the foundation of oneself, and the more you practice, the more you feel this way.

In the middle of the night, Chen Zong finished his enlightenment, lay down to rest, and fell asleep quickly.

The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is faint.

The sky was slightly bright, and Chen Zong was already practicing swordsmanship in the big yard. It was just a very ordinary swordsmanship. Every sword looked slow and direct, the trajectory was clear, and it was clear at a glance.

"What a brilliant swordsmanship." Gu Xiaolin was startled and paid more attention to Chen Zong.

In the seemingly simple and direct swordsmanship, there seems to be a kind of ingenious taste, returning to the original, which is a bit exaggerated, after all, even I have not reached that level, just a little bit of that feeling.

However, after all, it is not the realm of strength training, it is not his opponent, and he does not need to pay too much attention. This is basically what Liu Shuiyan and Yan Zhongzheng mean.

Chen Zong, who ranked fourth, can only make them pay a little attention to one or two because of his swordsmanship. Others do not have this qualification.

After all, the cultivation realm and the qi and blood realm are two big realms, with a huge difference.

Chen Zong practiced the sword without caring about other people's eyes, just waving it at will, nothing special, it was all kinds of foundation-building swordsmanship combined with the basic eighteen styles, the sword followed the heart, and he was more looking for inspiration, which seemed to be so simple and direct.

Up to now, one sword and nine changes have still not been able to be smooth and harmonious.

At this time, the closed door was pushed open, and eight people strode in, each with an astonishing aura, as if a gust of wind was blowing, which made people terrifying.

"You are the new disciples of this session. You look good, but three of them have reached the realm of strength training." The first person's eyes were sharp and implying domineering. When they looked at each other, the others, even Qi Fei, voluntarily flinched under the gaze that contained spiritual will.

Get off the horse as soon as you come.

However, he was surprised to see that Chen Zong didn't flinch under his own gaze. He stared at Chen Zong and found that the other party's aura was harmonious, there was no leakage, and he couldn't see the depth.

It is not bad that a Qi and Blood Realm is not afraid of the oppression of his own mental will, but it is just that. After all, some warriors have stronger mental will, although it is rare, it is not surprising.

"You are... Zhang Tianchi!" Yan Zhongzheng frowned slightly, feeling that the other person seemed a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, and after thinking about it carefully, a name flashed in his mind.

Among the twenty-nine Tianyaotang disciples, Yan Zhongzheng was indeed the oldest. At the age of twenty-two, he entered Tianyaotang by more than half a year earlier than the others, just before and after the enrollment of disciples in the Four Great Palaces.

There were more than 20 disciples of Tianyaotang in the last session, but only less than 10 entered the four university palaces, and more than a dozen were eliminated. Zhang Tianchi was one of them.

Now look at the other seven people behind Zhang Tianchi, they are indeed a little familiar, they are all disciples of the previous Tianyaotang.

Their age is now at most twenty-four.

After being eliminated that year, their names are still hanging in the Seven Lights Martial Academy, and they can continue to stay in Tianyaotang, but Tianyaotang will no longer supply any resources and must rely on themselves, so that group of disciples chose Leave, go out to practice.

Now that three years have passed, some of them died in the process of training, some of them are over the age, only Zhang Tianchi and other eight people are still alive and meet the conditions, naturally they do not want to miss such a grand event.

Chen Zong found that, of the eight disciples in the previous session, six were at the level of practicing strength, and although the other two were not, the aura emanating from it fluctuated very strongly, completely reaching the peak state of qi and blood. Ordinary qi and blood realm ninth-layer peak warriors come, I don't know how much stronger they should be.

It seemed that the other vacant rooms in this courtyard were prepared for these people.

These eight people have also officially settled in the small courtyard, waiting for tomorrow's grand event. Although they are unfamiliar, they are all disciples of Qiyao Wuyuan in name, and they are all disciples of Tianyaotang. There is no contradiction between each other, naturally not any conflict.

There is just one thing that makes people feel uncomfortable. These eight people may feel that they and others have a relationship earlier, or it may be because of their higher cultivation. Looking at the eyes of Chen Zong and others, there is always a kind of condescending and speaking. There is also a tone of command.

Of course, there is no such thing as Gu Xiaolin's three. These three are all martial arts practitioners who have practiced the first turn of strength.

"Your name is Chen Zong." Wang Minghua, one of the two qi-blood warriors among the eight, walked up to Chen Zong, who was practising swordsmanship at will with seemingly scattered steps, his eyes were a bit condescending, and he said casually: "I heard that you Soon after entering Tianyaotang, he challenged to be ranked fourth in the rankings and successfully defeated him, his talent is very good."

"Is something wrong?" Chen Zongjian paused, his tone was neither high nor low, if the other party spoke well, Chen Zong would naturally not be so indifferent.

"It's nothing, I just want to try to see if there is something to brag about." As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Minghua directly pulled out the long knife from his waist.

The knife was drawn and the knife fell, and it was done in one go, only in the blink of an eye.

Soon, without any hesitation, and without any hesitation or unnecessary actions, everything was aimed at beheading the opponent. It could be seen that three years of experience had sharpened Wang Minghua's swordsmanship to a very terrifying level.

With such a knife, the ordinary peak of the ninth level of Qi and Blood would not be able to dodge at all, and if it was too late to defend, he would be beheaded immediately.

It's just not enough for Chen Zong.

With a flash of footsteps, he easily avoided Wang Minghua's knife, and there was a frost-like sword light passing in front of him, and a chill struck.

"A little capable." Wang Minghua was a little surprised. Although he was only ranked ninth on the list three years ago, even though his cultivation was still at the peak of the ninth level of Qi and blood, three years of life and death experience made him His whole body is extremely pure, and his mental will has also reached a high level. After a while, he will be able to break the shackles, refine his inner strength, and step into the realm of strength training.

After three years of experience, the more important thing is to sharpen his swordsmanship, and his martial arts has reached the peak of perfection. Usually, he makes the sword faster and more concise, and everything is mainly based on the pursuit of killing the enemy.

It can be said that there are no martial artists who have experienced life and death.

Chen Zong not only avoided it easily, but also counterattacked with a sword, so fast that it almost exceeded his reaction speed. Of course, Wang Minghua was shocked.

The knife light rolled back, like a scattered wind blade cutting to the side of Chen Zong.

Chen Zong's wrist flicked, and after the blade wind was all smashed, one point turned into a cold star, and pointed at Wang Minghua, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

With a bang, the sparks flew away, and a terrifying power burst out. It seemed that it was going to penetrate the blade directly to face the door, causing Wang Minghua's complexion to change greatly.

"Not bad, this strength is much stronger than I was in the past." After Wang Minghua's complexion changed, he squeezed out a smile and put the knife into the sheath. The two were seen fighting each other just now. , is just a very simple move, adapting to changes, but Wang Minghua is at a disadvantage, but he speaks in a pointed tone.

Chen Zong did not respond. After all, the two sides have not fought a real fire, and they have not really angered Chen Zong, otherwise they will see blood.

As soon as Wang Minghua left, people started to talk about it, and the words were all contempt for Wang Minghua. After all, after Wang Minghua and another qi and blood realm came, they had already defeated a lot of people in a short period of time, and they still had a high tone. , very annoying.