(The second guest supporting character of this book, Yang Yigu, is here. He is the disciple of this book's fan list, Scholar Aversion to Brushes. Applause.)
There was an endless stream of people, and it was bustling with activity.
It was Chen Zong's first time in Wind Martial City, so he was a little overwhelmed. However, he did not forget the purpose of this trip.
The Martial Certificate Tower was the only property of the Tang family. It was very famous in Wind Martial City and had a high threshold. Only martial artists were qualified to enter. If one was not a martial artist, it would be useless even if one was the young master of a family.
After asking a few questions, Chen Zong approached the Martial Certificate Tower and looked up.
The Martial Certificate Tower was five stories tall. It was mainly dark red with golden edges. It had a majestic and noble air about it. It was like a giant standing on the ground and would not move no matter how strong the wind and rain hit it.
The first floor of the Martial Proof Tower required one to be a martial artist to enter. The second floor was only accessible to martial artists who were rather famous in Martial Wind City. As for the third floor, one had to be at least at the seventh level of the Qi and Blood realm.
As for the fourth and fifth floor, one had to be above Qi Blood Realm.
At this moment, because the Tang family was organizing the Rising Dragon League for Tang Junluo, the Martial Certificate Tower rejected all irrelevant people and left two family martial artists as guards at the entrance.
"I'm the young master of the Drizzle Gang. Why can't I enter?"
Chen Zong walked to the entrance and heard a sharp shout. It sounded very dissatisfied.
"You don't have an invitation." One of the two guards said expressionlessly without any anger. His tone was dry, and he did not care about the other party at all.
The Drizzle Gang and Big Rain Gang were just small fries in front of the Tang family.
Chen Zong walked to the entrance of the Martial Certificate Tower. Naturally, he was stopped.
"Where did this country bumpkin come from? Go back." The young master of the Drizzle Gang, who was in a gorgeous martial attire, had nowhere to vent his anger. When he saw Chen Zong, who was in a gray martial attire, walking over with the intention of entering the Martial Certificate Tower, he immediately scolded him.
It was obvious that the martial attire was made of coarse cloth. Only martial artists with no background would wear it.
"Move." Chen Zong's eyes were as sharp as swords, and they pierced right into the eyes of the Drizzle Gang's Young Master, causing him to tremble uncontrollably and take a small step back. Then, he realized something, and his face flushed red with anger.
"This is my invitation." Chen Zong went around the young master of the Drizzle Gang and took out the Rising Dragon Invitation, handing it to one of the guards.
The two guards were very surprised. Judging from the way he dressed, Chen Zong must be from an ordinary family, but he was invited.
"I was wondering where my invitation went. So, you were the one who stole it." The young master of the Drizzle Gang rushed over angrily and directly slandered him.
"Scram!" Chen Zong was enraged, and his voice was like a tiger's roar. The young master of the Drizzle Gang seemed to see a strong and tall tiger roaring at him. That kind of momentum was so terrifying that his face turned pale and his legs trembled. He could not help but take a few steps back.
"You're Chen Zong?" A guard opened the invitation and looked at it, then looked at Chen Zong and asked.
"Yes." Chen Zong was neither servile nor overbearing.
"Please come in." The guard's expression softened a little. He stepped aside and returned the invitation to Chen Zong.
This scene caused a lot of discussion among the people outside. They could not understand how a person who looked like an ordinary person could enter the Martial Proof Tower to participate in the Rising Dragon League.
One should know that those who came from a good family, no matter how low-key they were, would definitely not wear ordinary clothes when entering such a grand event.
"I can feel that his Vitality Force is not strong. He's most likely at the fourth stage of the Vitality Realm."
"Could he be a disciple of a senior?"
"His name is Chen Zong. Don't you think this name sounds familiar?"
…
The first floor was empty.
The second floor was empty as well. Chen Zong stepped onto the third floor.
He was not the first to arrive. There were already dozens of people gathered on the third floor. Every one of them was a youth under the age of twenty. They were all wearing martial attire of different colors. Some were gorgeous while others were reserved. They were very close-fitting and were completely tailor-made. One look and one could tell that the material was extraordinary.
Chen Zong's arrival attracted a lot of attention. It was normal at first, but those people were shocked.
"Who are you?"
"Why did you sneak in? Get out immediately."
Clothes make the man. Chen Zong's clothes were too ordinary. It could not be helped. It was not that he did not want to wear better clothes, but he did not have any.
"I have an invitation." Chen Zong waved the red invitation in his hand and said.
"Your invitation can't be fake, right?"
There were still some people who did not let it go. No matter how good their temper was, they would still be unhappy to hear such words.
"Hello, I'm Tang Junhao. I'm the elder brother of the Rising Dragon League's protagonist, Tang Junluo. Can you let me see the invitation?" At this moment, a youth wearing a purple martial attire with a golden dragon walked over with big strides. His face was full of smiles and his tone was gentle.
Chen Zong handed the invitation over.
Tang Junhao opened it and looked at it. His eyes were filled with surprise: "You're Chen Zong?"
"Yes." Chen Zong nodded.
"So it's you. This invitation was personally given to you by Junluo. Welcome to Junluo's Rising Dragon League. Find a place to sit first. When everyone is here, the banquet will begin." Tang Junhao returned the invitation to Chen Zong.
Only then did the crowd realize that this ordinary-looking person really did have an invitation. Moreover, he was personally invited by today's protagonist, Tang Junluo. They were all shocked.
"Chen Zong, this name sounds familiar."
"Could he be one of the Wind Martial Six Young Heroes, Chen Zong from the Chen family?"
"So it's him."
"He's just a disciple from a branch family."
After knowing Chen Zong's identity, they lost interest. A person from a branch family, and from a place where the Chen Family emphasized on relying on one's own ability to strive for the top, without any backing, he would quickly fade into the crowd after standing out for a while.
After all, if one performed well as a Martial Disciple, it would be hard for them to maintain their previous bravery after becoming a Martial Artist.
Thinking about this time, many people who were called Wind Martial Young Heroes were not qualified to enter, this was the proof.
Chen Zong still didn't know that he had been crowned as one of the six young heroes of Wind Martial Arts. He was a little surprised, smiled, put away the invitation, and glanced at it. The third floor was very big. Its length and width were estimated to be thirty to forty meters, and its height was five to six meters. The decorations were simple and unadorned. There were chairs placed all around, and between every two chairs was a table. On the table, there were fresh fruits, exquisite pastries, and brewed tea.
In the corners, there were bronze dragon-shaped incense burners burning with sandalwood. The fragrance of sandalwood lingered in the air, making people feel refreshed.
He casually found an empty chair and sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was fragrant, swirling in the cup, and the smoke lingered like clouds.
He picked up a piece of exquisite pastry and put it in his mouth, tasting it carefully. It was indeed very delicious. He had never eaten it since he was a child.
Especially when he ate the pastry and drank the tea, the two completely different fragrances complemented each other. The feeling of reverberating in his mouth was even more wonderful.
Ignoring other people's gazes, Chen Zong minded his own business and ate.
Suddenly, a person walked to the chair opposite him and sat down.
"Friend, would you like a cup of wine?" As soon as the person sat down, he gently put the wine gourd on the table and greeted Chen Zong as if they were close friends.
"No, thank you." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
"I see that you are also practicing sword. How can you practice sword without wine?" The person's eyebrows were like swords. His eyes seemed to be blurred, but they were clear. The corner of his mouth hung, and there was a smile on his face. He was handsome and wild. His white martial clothes were spotless, and the long sword on his back was blood-red.
"I practice sword, I don't drink." Chen Zong smiled and said.
One person, one sentence. It sounded simple, but it also revealed the two people's different philosophies.
"That's a pity." The person sighed. He opened the wine gourd and drank a mouthful. His face was full of satisfaction: "Practicing sword while drinking wine, seeking the wind while drunk. My name is Yang Yigu, and you are Chen Zong."
Chen Zong felt that this person's thoughts were a bit jumpy, but it did not prevent them from getting to know each other and chatting.
As they chatted, Chen Zong realized that Yang Yigu had a good understanding of the Wind Martial City. It obviously increased Chen Zong's understanding of the Wind Martial City.
More and more people entered the third floor.
"Li Zhenshi is here too."
"Zhao Wangcheng is here too."
"These two were defeated by Tang Junluo before. Now that they are here, I wonder if there will be a fierce battle. I'm looking forward to it."
Tang Junluo, Li Zhenshi, and Zhao Wangcheng came from the Wind Martial City's three great families. They were of the same age, and their talents were outstanding. Together, they were known as the Wind Martial Three Little Ying. However, ever since Tang Junluo defeated Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng, he had become the sole leader of the Wind Martial City, suppressing the other two.
As for the battle between Tang Junluo and Chen Zong, the Chen Clan did not spread the news. Maybe it was because of the Tang Clan's request, but the Tang Clan would not spread the news.
Chen Zong also sized up Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. These two had an imposing appearance, and he could tell that they were not ordinary people.
Li Zhenshi carried a long sword on his back and had a smile on his face. It gave people a comfortable feeling, as if he was greeting everyone. He was wearing a white martial robe that was inlaid with silver. It was low-key, but there was a trace of luxury.
Zhao Wangcheng had a long blade on his waist. His face was indifferent and his eyes were cold. His black martial robe made him look even more unapproachable.
As if he felt Chen Zong's gaze, Li Zhenshi turned around and nodded slightly. Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were as cold as a blade.
"Li Zhenshi from the Li Clan and Zhao Wangcheng from the Zhao Clan. These two have refined their blood seven times. They are only a little bit away from completing the eighth." Yang Yigu took another sip of wine and said while shaking his head, "They are indeed nobles from the Kingdom Era. They have such a strong foundation."
"Kingdom Era?" Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Our current era is called the True Martial Era. The previous era was called the Kingdom Era. It was said that it was destroyed by demonic beasts." Yang Yigu seemed to be drunk, "We have to thank the True Martial Era. Otherwise, ordinary people like us wouldn't have the chance to learn martial arts."
Chen Zong heard this and thought about it.
"Sun Shaojie, Zhou Guan, Wang Shenghong, Yang Feiyu, and Kong Lianshan. These five people and you are called the Wind Martial Six Young Heroes."
Chen Zong noticed that when Yang Yigu mentioned Yang Feiyu's name, there was a slight change in his tone. He couldn't help but look at Yang Feiyu.
He was wearing a sky blue martial robe and carrying a long sword on his back. He looked high-spirited.
They were both surnamed Yang. Maybe they were related, but it had nothing to do with him. Chen Zong didn't plan to find out.
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