Chapter 27: Goodbye Chen Chuyun

"Chen Zong, are you sure to abstain?"

"Yes." Chen Zong nodded.

The other party's eyes were quite strange, but abstention was Chen Zong's choice, and he didn't say anything else.

What Chen Zong gave up was the competition among the top three in the battles of the martial arts. Once he was able to get the top three again, he would be rewarded by the Seven Lights Martial Academy.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Zong would never give up, and would definitely try his best to fight for it. Even if he couldn't get the top three, he could compete with other geniuses in Wucheng to improve himself.

It's a pity that the internal injury has not healed, and the injury is caused by hands, which is slightly aggravated. According to the speed of self-healing, it is estimated that it will take ten days. Even if I go to dispense medicine, it will take several days. Actions are not good for oneself, ranging from aggravating injuries, or even fatal.

Chen Zong must make a better choice for himself in the future.

Now that he has made a choice, Chen Zong does not bother with this matter anymore.

"Sister Yun will definitely choose Jian Yaotang to practice swordsmanship. I don't know where to live?" Chen Zong thought about it and wanted to find Chen Chuyun, but he didn't know where to start for a while, so he just went out and asked, maybe someone would know.

Just as I opened the door and took a step, I saw two figures walking in front of me.

"Baiyulou..." One of them, Chen Zong recognized, was the one who threatened him when he failed to compete with him for a middle-grade courtyard not long ago, and the other walked side by side with Baiyulou with a sneer.

Sensing the fluctuations of its blood power, Bai Yulou is the sixth-level peak of the blood-qi realm, and the other person is the seventh-level blood-qi realm.

"I've said it before, I have a lot of Bai family here." Bai Yulou walked up to Chen Zong with a cold expression on his face: "Now, kneel and kowtow to me, and then transfer this small courtyard to my name. , I will spare you, in the future, you can come to me if you have any trouble, maybe I will take care of you when I am in a good mood."

"Just don't bother me." Chen Zong said lightly.

"You don't eat a toast and take a penalty drink, Third Young Master, this kind of person should be taught a good lesson, or they don't know the sky is high." The man next to him smiled coldly and strode towards Chen Zong.

"I don't want to do it." Chen Zong frowned slightly, telling the truth.

"There is only five levels of Qi and blood, and you have no chance to do anything in front of me, Bai Yan." The other party smiled and stepped out like an arrow from a string.

The punch was like the wind, bringing a sharp sound with extraordinary strength.

Chen Zong's figure seemed to be blown up by the wind, and he stepped back, causing the opponent's punch to miss.

"The reaction is very fast, so what about this sword..." As soon as the voice fell, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword was harsh.

After one cut, without waiting for Chen Zong's reaction, he changed to stab, piercing the air, and a little cold light fell like a flying star.

This sword is too fast.

Chen Zong stepped back and drew his sword.

The light of the sword broke through the air, and the sound of the sword was melodious. First, the sword flower flew, and then a cold light pierced through it, stabbing the opponent at extreme speed.

The opponent's wrist flicked and the sword body trembled, and the sword stabbed at the tip of Chen Zong's sword. The two swords collided, and the terrifying force was washed away. , instantly stretched, and a terrifying power erupted, hitting the sword in Chen Zong's hand.

He stepped back and relieved his strength, but the gap in cultivation was too great, and the difference in strength was obvious.

"What a waste, this kind of person dares to compete with me for a middle grade courtyard." Bai Yulou was startled at first, and then his face was full of disdain.

The Qi and Blood Realm seventh-layer martial artist Bai Yan was also a little surprised. The sword just now was indeed not weak, but the opponent wouldn't vomit blood. Could it be that he was injured?

However, what to do with yourself.

"Come again, you will pay for your life and death." Chen Zong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes became cold, and his aura was obscure. If the other party made another move, he would have to use the Skylight Cloud Shadow Sword, even if it was to kill the other party.

The regulations of the Qiyao Martial Arts Academy have instructions,

Disciples of the martial arts academy were not allowed to kill each other, and those who violated the law were punished.

But at this moment, Chen Zong had no other choice.

Letting go of all scruples became decisive, a trace of killing intent was condensed, and his eyes were cold and stern, as if the edge of a sword was sharp.

Bai Yan was slightly startled, his eyes flashed with a dignified look.

From the other party's body, he actually felt a hint of crisis, and seemed to be able to hurt himself or even kill himself.

"It's just a fifth-level qi and blood, is it possible?" Bai Yan asked inwardly. The answer was that he didn't know. He suddenly thought that being able to enter the Qiyao Wuyuan with a fifth-level qi and blood would prove that it has something special. No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to use the fifth layer of Qi and blood to fight the seventh layer of Qi and blood.

What is this dangerous feeling?

Bai Yan didn't dare to act rashly without permission, and stared at Chen Zong with his eyes full of qi and blood.

The pain in the body is constant, and the longer this state is maintained, the more detrimental it is to him, but Chen Zong can only insist.

"Bai Yan, still haven't shot?" Bai Yulou frowned.

"Bai Yan, dare to bully my brother, you are so bold." A cold voice came, like a cold wind blowing, making Bai Yan's scalp numb.

He didn't need to look back to know who was coming, and his body couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Sister Yun." Chen Zong turned his head to look, showing a smile.

"Brother Zong, are you injured?" Chen Chuyun frowned, anger filled his eyes, and his steps were fast, as if riding the wind and stepping on the moon, the treasured iron sword was unsheathed, and the sword light fluctuated like water, a sharp piercing through the air, quickly Like the wind, it pierces the white rock.

"Chen Chuyun, his injury has nothing to do with me." Bai Yan's expression changed, and he hurried back. The sword was swung so tightly that he was shot down. The sword light shattered like glass, and the sword stayed in Bai Yan's place. On his neck, Sen Han's sword made Bai Yan's neck goosebumps, terrified and fearful.

"Before I came, he was already injured. If you don't believe me, ask him." Bai Yan looked at Chen Chuyun's cold face and icy eyes, shivered involuntarily, and explained quickly.

Chen Chuyun looked at Chen Zong, his eyes flashed with a hint of softness.

"Sister Yun, my injury has nothing to do with him." Chen Zong said slowly.

"Go away." Chen Chuyun retracted his sword into the sheath, the word icy cold.

Bai Yan didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly ran to the ugly Bai Yulou: "Third Young Master, let's leave here first."

Although Bai Yulou was annoyed, he knew that the situation in front of him was not something he could handle, so he left with Bai Yan.

"Who is she?" Bai Yulou asked in a cold voice as he left.

"Her name is Chen Chuyun. She was admitted to the hospital last year. She is from the Chen family in Fengwu City. She is a swordsman genius." Bai Yan answered truthfully.

"A small family martial artist from Wucheng, where are the talents who are talented, can they be compared with my cousin Yushan?" Bai Yulou's expression turned colder.

"In terms of cultivation, Chen Chuyun is indeed inferior to Young Master Yushan, but in terms of swordsmanship, he is not inferior to Young Master Yushan at all, and his swordsmanship is ruthless and never shows mercy to the enemy. , Sword and sword killing is very terrifying, known as the Rakshasa sword, in Jian Yaotang, it can be said to be the first person in the eighth level of Qi and blood, and he can fight against the ninth level of Qi and blood without being defeated." Bai Yan seemed to be undefeated. Recalling something, his face turned pale, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

"Waste." Bai Yulou gave Bai Yan a cold look: "No matter how powerful it is, can it be better than cousin Yushan?"

"That's not possible, Master Yushan is the ninth-level qi and blood realm, and the chief eldest brother of Jian Yaotang." Bai Yan said immediately, "But now Master Yushan is not in the hall."

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"Brother Zong, is your injury serious?" After Chen Chuyun's children looked at Chen Zong, his cold eyes fell softly on Chen Zong's pale face and asked with concern.

"It's an internal injury, I'm afraid it will take more than ten days to heal." Chen Zong answered truthfully, Chen Chuyun was both a swordsman teacher and a sister, and Chen Zong was very close to her.

"How did you get hurt?" Chen Chuyun frowned slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Zong briefly explained things and guesses.

"Drizzle Gang, it's time to kill." Chen Chuyun said, and Chen Zong keenly found that compared with the past, Sister Yun's killing intent seemed to be much stronger and her breath was colder.

"Sister Yun, let me handle the Drizzle Gang." Chen Zong said.

"Okay." Chen Chuyun nodded, stretched out his hand and took out a small porcelain bottle in his pocket, opened it, and poured out a white pill with green lines on it, and the fragrance was fragrant: "This is grass returning pills, for internal injuries. It's quite effective, take it, and your internal injuries will heal within three days."

In fact, there are also pills that are more effective in treating internal injuries than Caohuan Pills, and can even heal internal injuries within a few hours, but the price is extremely high, starting at 100,000 white jade.

Even grass returns pills, each pill can be bought for tens of thousands of white jade.

What Sister Yun gave, Chen Zong would naturally not be polite. After taking it, he took it directly. The grass returned to the pill, and a cool air quickly filled the air. The invisible little hands kneaded with superb skills, making Chen Zong feel more comfortable.

"I thought you would come to Qiyao Wuyuan in another two years, but I didn't expect you to come in just one year." Chen Chuyun breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Chen Zong take the grass and return the pill.

"I found that my strength can enter the top 100 in the battle of the heroes, so I just came." Chen Zong said with a smile.

"You are right to come early." Chen Chuyun nodded: "Seven Yaowu Academy has more geniuses, greater competition, and a better cultivation environment. When I came a year ago, I was at the peak of the sixth level of Qi and Blood, and now it has passed. In one year, the cultivation base reaches the eighth level of Qi and Blood, and if you stay in Fengwu City, it will only take two years or more to reach it.”

"You can be listed in the top 100 in the battle of Fengwu City with the fifth-level cultivation base of Qi and Blood. Presumably your swordsmanship is not weak. After your internal injury is healed, you can discuss with me and let me see." Chen Chuyun said. .

"Okay." Chen Zong also wanted to know how far Sister Yun's swordsmanship was.

The two siblings sat down at the stone table in the corner of the small courtyard and chatted casually. She knew that Chen Zong felt a little regretful when he had to give up the top three competitions in each Wucheng due to internal injuries.

Last year, she herself won the second place in the Battle of Fengwu City, and then on the way to the Qiyao Martial Arts Academy, she improved her swordsmanship and participated in the competition to win the third place. Raised to the seventh level of Qi and Blood.