(By the way, the day after tomorrow is Six Dao's birthday. Let's celebrate a little. Six Dao will explode tomorrow.)
Outside the Ironman Tower, a group of people stared at Chen Zong in shock.
Just now, Chen Zong had managed to pass the Ironman Tower before many others. He was only later than twenty people and was ranked twenty-first. Although he did not get into the top ten, it was enough for everyone to remember his name.
Chen Zong!
Many people doubted whether Chen Zong could pass the Ironman Tower. Some even thought it was impossible. Who would have thought that not only did Chen Zong did it, but he also got twenty-first place. The twenty people who had passed earlier than him were either the First Senior Brother or the disciples of the Blood Qi Realm Level Nine. They were all very strong.
Even Chen Chu Yun was only ranked twenty-fifth.
"I take back what I said just now. This person will definitely pass the Ironman Tower next year," a Tianyao Hall disciple said in surprise.
The Deacon was also shocked. It was completely unexpected.
In the end, there were a total of ninety people who passed the Ironman Tower within the allotted time. Bai Gu and Bai Mingze also passed, but they were ranked behind.
The Ironman Tower was similar to the Wooden Tower, but it was more difficult. It was filled with iron men. Each of them attacked faster and with more powerful attacks. Even a Blood Qi Realm Level Eight would be seriously injured.
Besides using the Heaven Light Cloud Shadow Sword, Chen Zong even used the Blood Boil Technique. Even so, he only got twenty-first place, far from the top ten.
It could not be helped. Cultivation was his shortcoming. If he was at the Blood Qi Realm Level Eight, he would definitely be able to get into the top ten.
It was a pity that he did not get into the top ten of the Ironman Tower, but he was happy that he got first place in the Wooden Tower.
After that, there were people who passed the Ironman Tower. They were the top ten of the Ironman Tower. But in the end, only one person succeeded. It was the First Senior Brother, Xu Zhantian.
Bai Yushan, Zhanying, and the others were still one step behind.
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On the third floor of the Sword Martial Tower, Chen Zong scanned the tower carefully.
This was a collection of Upper Human Class Martial Arts and Techniques.
"I don't need any martial arts, and I don't need any sword arts at the moment either. Although my Wind Stepping Steps has reached the Tittle Realm, it is still limited by its level. So I will choose a High Rank Mortal Realm movement art or movement art."
Chen Zong looked carefully at the footwork bookshelf. Different footwork had different effects.
For example, the Cloud Traversing Footwork was a footwork suitable for long-distance travel. Another example was the Earth Explosion Footwork, which was a footwork that focused on instant bursts of power.
Some were suitable for traveling while some were suitable for fighting. It was impossible to have the best of both worlds.
After considering for a while, Chen Zong finally chose a body movement called Shadow Body Movement. At the beginning stage, the user could create a shadow to confuse the enemy. At the beginning stage, the shadow would be more solid. At the advanced stage, it would be even more solid. At the completion stage, the shadow would be like a real person, and it would be difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. As for the Tittle Phase, Chen Zong would only know when he reached the Tittle Phase.
Clearly, this was a movement technique that was very suitable for combat. To a certain extent, it was also suitable for survival.
Then, Chen Zong went to the Thousand Sword House.
The reward for the first place in the Wooden Dummy Tower was three hundred thousand White Jade Coins, a total of three Purple Coin Notes, and five Red Blood Pills. What was left was a Upper Human Class Martial Art or Technique, which he had already chosen. Finally, there was a Precious Iron Weapon.
Chen Zong would naturally choose a Precious Iron Sword to practice his sword.
After explaining his purpose and verifying his identity, the Thousand Sword House's Deacon brought Chen Zong to the third floor to choose.
The first floor of the Thousand Sword House had Refined Iron Swords. As for Common Iron Swords, basically no one used them. The second floor had Precious Iron Swords, and the third floor had Precious Iron Swords.
Stepping into the third floor, Chen Zong quickly glanced around. There were a total of seventeen Precious Iron Swords placed on different sword racks. Some were placed horizontally, and some were placed vertically. Every Precious Iron Sword had a different appearance.
When one cultivated a sword art to Chen Zong's level, the restrictions on the sword's appearance had weakened a lot. However, it still existed. For example, some swords were too long and required two hands to wield. Obviously, it was not suitable for Chen Zong. This meant that he had to change his habit of using swords, or even re-cultivate a sword art that was more suitable for him.
For example, some swords were too short, making Chen Zong feel a little awkward when using them.
For example, some swords were too light, making it difficult for him to fully display his strength.
For example, some swords were too heavy, affecting his strength.
All in all, swords with different styles had their own ways of using them. Some were similar, some were different, and they could not be lumped together. Similarly, some sword arts had to be chosen in order to display their full potential.
Chen Zong was very patient. He looked carefully and slowly chose. In the end, there were three swords that suited him.
Chen Zong took them out one by one and examined them carefully. He then tried to wield them and sense them carefully to see which one suited him best.
In the end, he chose a silver-white scabbard made of precious iron. The scabbard was inlaid with gold ornaments and precious jade. The scabbard was carved with silver-white precious jade. When the sword was unsheathed, there seemed to be a slight buzzing sound, accompanied by a frosty sword light. When the sword danced, the sword light was like frost under the moonlight, chilling people.
The shape of the sword gave people a simple but unique feeling. It was like an ancient sword, full of charm. The more you looked at it, the more attractive it was.
The length of the scabbard was 91, and the length of the unsheathed sword was 89. The body of the sword was 70. The widest was 3.3, the narrowest was 2.6, and the thickest was 0.6. It was quite thin, but very tough. There was no ridge, and it was as smooth as a mirror, as if it contained frost. The hilt of the sword was 19.
The weight of this sword was one kilogram heavier than the previous one. It was slightly longer, but it was thinner and tougher, making it more flexible to use.
"Good eye," the deacon said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Chen Zong could not help but ask.
"Have you heard of the legendary swords?" the deacon asked with a smile.
"Yes," Chen Zong nodded.
"Then how many legendary swords do you know?" the deacon asked again. Chen Zong shook his head.
"As far as we know, there are a total of nine legendary swords, each with its own name," the deacon said with assurance, "For example, the sword used by Huan Yun Swordsman is the legendary sword, Drifting Cloud."
"Drifting Cloud!" Chen Zong was shocked. He did not expect the sword used by Huan Yun Swordsman to be one of the legendary swords.
"There are only nine legendary swords. Many people want to get them, but they can't. Therefore, some people imitate them based on their appearance." The deacon smiled and said, "Imitations of legendary swords are usually much more valuable than swords of the same level. The one you chose is an imitation of the legendary sword, Frost Flow."
"Frost Flow!" Chen Zong muttered, his gaze once again falling on the sword in his hand. He did not know why, but the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
Humans were very strange. When they gave something a different meaning, they would immediately have a different feeling.
"There are quite a few people who have their eyes on this sword." The deacon smiled and said, "It's just that they don't have enough jade money to buy it."
With this imitation sword called Frost Flow, Chen Zong happily left the Thousand Sword House and returned to the 88th courtyard.
Then, Chen Zong was in a dilemma.
Currently, the jade money had reached 1.6 million, and he was still two hundred thousand away from buying the Seven Leaf Blood Lotus. Then, should he sell the Heavy Blood Jade Essence or this fake Frost Flow Sword?
The former would be of indescribable benefit to Chen Zong's cultivation. The latter would not only increase his strength, but also make Chen Zong unable to put it down.
How should he choose?
"Two hundred thousand white jade money …" Chen Zong could not help but smile bitterly.
The Great Scarlet Blood Pill was dispensable to him, who had the Heavy Blood Jade Essence. He could sell it, but at most, it would be twenty thousand white jade money, which was still a big gap compared to two hundred thousand.
A single piece of white jade money was enough to stump a hero.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Chen Zong instantly looked over and reacted quickly, as if he already knew.
"Is Chen Zong here?" An unfamiliar voice came from outside the door, "I'm Wei Wuxiao. Please open the door. I have something to discuss with you."
When the door was opened, a disciple wearing the martial uniform of the Earth Illumination Hall stood outside. He was about twenty years old, and the first impression he gave Chen Zong was that he had a pair of squinting eyes, as if he was smiling all the time.
Chen Zong had a slight impression of him. This person seemed to be one of the people who had rushed out of the Iron Man Tower earlier than him.
"Senior Brother, what's the matter?" Chen Zong asked, only to discover that the other party's gaze had landed on the sword in his hand. He immediately recalled the words of the Thousand Sword House's deacon.
"Previously, I found this precious iron sword in the Thousand Sword House. I liked it in all aspects, so I went to gather enough jade money. Now that I have gathered enough, I didn't expect it to fall into Chen Shidi's hands." Wei Wuxiao said with a smile, "I like this sword very much. I hope that Chen Shidi can give it to me."
Chen Zong immediately laughed bitterly in his heart. Was he trying to help him make a decision?
Was the choice between selling the Heavy Blood Jade Essence and selling the fake Frost Flowing Sword going to be made?
"How much can Senior Brother Wei pay?" Chen Zong took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed through his heart. Then he would sell it, and first gather enough jade money to buy the Seven Leaf Blood Lotus to heal his father. In the future, he would be able to obtain the imitation of the famous sword, and even if he was strong enough, he would be able to obtain the real famous sword.
However, it was a pity that he had just gotten hold of the sword, and before he could familiarize himself with it, he had to give it to someone else.
"Two hundred thousand white jade money." Wei Wuxiao said, "After all, it is a precious iron sword, so its value is about the same."
"Senior Brother Wei is not sincere." Chen Zong shook his head. Although he had decided to sell it, he had to sell it for a good price, because not only did his father need it, he also needed it for his own cultivation.
This sword belonged to the top of precious iron swords, and its value was enough to reach the level of three hundred thousand white jade money. Of course, in the Thousand Sword House, it was at the level of two hundred thousand white jade money, which was a kind of preferential treatment given to the disciples of the martial arts academy. But no matter what, this sword was an imitation of the famous Frost Flowing Sword, and had a different meaning, so its value should be higher.
Two hundred thousand white jade money was too little.
"It seems that Chen Shidi also knows the value of this sword." This seemed to be within Wei Wuxiao's expectations, and he did not show any signs of anger: "Two hundred and fifty thousand white jade money, this is the highest price I can offer."
"Two hundred and fifty thousand?" Chen Zong muttered in a low voice. His heart suddenly moved. If this sword were to be sold outside, it would be worth more than two hundred and fifty thousand. He looked at Wei Wuxiao, "I'm sorry, Senior Martial Brother Wei. I've decided not to sell it for the time being."
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