"Chen Zong, this kind of occasion is not for someone like you. Hurry up and leave." An undisguised reprimand rang out, attracting everyone's attention.
"What does it have to do with you?" Chen Zong looked at Chen He, who he hadn't seen for a long time. He was surprised at first, but soon responded indifferently, "What does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with me? Firstly, I'm your brother. Secondly, this kind of occasion can only be attended by people with a certain status and strength. Look at you, you're only at the fourth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. You're just a branch family disciple. What qualifications do you have to enter? I told you to leave quickly, so you should leave immediately. Otherwise, you'll embarrass the Chen Family." Chen He's face darkened, and his tone was hurried as he bombarded Chen Zong.
"I have an invitation." Chen Zong said calmly.
"You have an invitation …" Chen He was startled at first, then laughed loudly, "Are you kidding? You think you can get an invitation from the Rising Dragon League?"
The other two people who went upstairs at the same time as Chen He were a man and a woman. They frowned slightly and strode over. They didn't know what was going on either.
"What a joke. Just by being a Martial Disciple, you've tempered your Blood Qi six times and broke through to become a Martial Warrior. If you're not qualified to enter this place, then what is?" Yang Yigu leisurely drank a mouthful of wine and spoke neither slowly nor quickly.
"Refined Qi and blood six times!"
"Six Wind Martial Disciples!"
Chen He's face changed, and his heart felt like it was struck by lightning.
"Impossible, how can a branch family disciple do that?"
But when he saw the mocking gazes from the side, Chen He realized that it was true. While he was out training, something happened in the Chen Family Hall that he didn't know about.
"It's true that Chen Zong has an invitation. It's also true that he was invited by the Rising Dragon League. Moreover, it was Jun Luo who personally invited him." Tang Junhao walked over with a face full of displeasure. His gaze was cold, and the aura of a superior fell on Chen He, "Chen He, you're not welcome here. Please leave."
"You can't do this." Chen He's face changed, and so did the other two people who came with him.
Once he left like this, Chen He would become a laughingstock.
"I don't want to say the same thing twice." Tang Junhao's expression was cold.
"Alright, I'll leave now." Although Chen He's face was gloomy and the anger in his heart was like a volcano that was about to erupt, he still had a trace of reason to restrain himself. This was the Martial Proof Tower, the property of the Tang Family, and also the place where the Rising Dragon League was being held. If he were to explode, it would be satisfying for a moment, but the consequences would be severe and it was not something he could bear.
His ferocious gaze swept over Chen Zong's face, then he turned around and strode down the stairs.
"Those who can come here are qualified to accept the invitation of the Tang Group. I don't want to hear such words again," Tang Junhao said loudly, secretly warning Chen Zong. He nodded to Chen Zong and left.
"You're Chen Zong's cousin, the one who learned swordsmanship from Sister Chuyun?" One of the two people who came with Chen Zong looked at him suspiciously and asked.
"I'm Chen Zong." Chen Zong nodded.
"I'm Chen Hongying, you should call me Sister Chuyun," Chen Hongying said with a playful smile.
"I'm Chen Xia. I've heard that there's an amazing person in the Martial Disciple Hall who won the King of First Seats consecutively. I didn't expect you to refine your blood Qi six times and even get the title of Wind Martial Six Heroes. You're indeed extraordinary." Chen Xia smiled and said in a friendly tone.
"Brother Chen Xia, you're too kind." Chen Zong said with a smile.
Since Chen Chuyun and the others went to the Seven Luminaries Martial Academy, Chen Xia was the number one expert of the Chen Family Hall, Chen He was second, and Chen Hongying was third.
The previous number one expert was Chen Chuyun. In other words, if Chen Zong lived in Chen Chuyun's former courtyard, he would have to challenge Chen Xia and defeat him.
Those who came to participate in the Rising Dragon League, other than those who were directly invited like Chen Zong, were the top three of each family's younger generation.
At this moment, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the stairs. Everyone seemed to have realized something and looked up.
They saw a figure slowly walking down the stairs from the fourth floor.
A pair of purple-gold dragon patterned battle shoes and an exquisite purple martial attire. The martial attire was gilded with golden dragon patterns. His eyes were bright and domineering, and he wore a purple-gold ceremonial hat. He was the main character of today's banquet — Tang Junluo.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to participate in the Rising Dragon League hosted by my family." Tang Junluo strode over and sat on the reserved main seat. His aura was fully displayed, and his clear voice entered everyone's ears. His gaze swept across everyone's face and paused for a moment on Chen Zong.
"Everyone, please sit." Tang Junluo gestured with his hand, and everyone sat down. The seats were just right.
"Junluo, you've refined your blood Qi eight times and broke through to become a martial artist, breaking our Martial Wind City's previous record and creating a new record. Congratulations." Tang Junhao stood up and said, "Let's use tea as wine and toast to Junluo."
"As it should be."
"That's something worth celebrating."
"From now on, our Martial Wind City will be better than the other six cities in this aspect."
Everyone raised their teacups and toasted Tang Junluo. Only Yang Yigu continued to drink.
Although this banquet was prepared by the Tang family, there were no elders present. The highest cultivation level was only at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. It was completely an event for youngsters.
"The purpose of this Rising Dragon League is to congratulate Junluo and also to share the glory of the Tang family and Martial Wind City with everyone. The other purpose is to gather all the heroes and get to know each other. We can also take this opportunity to discuss martial arts and compare notes with each other." Tang Junhao was like a spokesperson.
"Tang Junluo, I lost to you by half a move back then. Today, I'm here to challenge you again as a martial artist." Zhao Wangcheng stood up, his tone cold and his gaze sharp like a knife.
"I'll give you a chance, but not now." Tang Junluo said unhurriedly. Zhao Wangcheng did not force him and sat down again.
"Since that's the case, I'll start first. I heard that Drunken Sword Yang Yigu's sword gets stronger the more you drink. I've long wanted to experience it." Someone stood up and directly challenged Yang Yigu.
"This is a spar. Swords have no eyes. Please remember not to use your full strength. It's best if you don't use your Qi and Blood Force." Tang Junhao reminded.
"Drinking wine to practice the sword, seeking the wind in drunkenness. Take my sword." Yang Yigu's left hand grabbed the wine gourd and took a big gulp of wine. Her eyes were hazy as she pulled out her sword with her right hand. Her sword turned into a breeze and blew towards her opponent. That sword seemed to carry the fragrance of wine.
It was as smooth as flowing water.
Chen Zong's eyes lit up. He had the urge to compete with Yang Yigu in swordsmanship.
Swish! Swish!
Yang Yigu continuously attacked with her sword, and like a gust of wind, she slowly moved forward. Moreover, she didn't use any martial arts, and she had already forced her opponent to continuously retreat. In the instant that her opponent attempted to use martial arts to counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a slight opening and landed on her opponent's neck. The ice-cold feeling immediately made her opponent's entire body tremble, and goosebumps appeared on his neck.
"Drunken Sword is indeed powerful. I've lost." Although this person was a little embarrassed, he admitted it generously.
"Do you want to drink together?" Yang Yigu raised her gourd and asked.
"I don't like to drink." That person's expression changed and he quickly answered, disappointing Yang Yigu.
"Yang Yigu, don't embarrass yourself here." Yang Feiyu coldly scolded.
"Then do you drink?" Yang Yigu stepped back to her seat and signaled Yang Feiyu. Yang Feiyu's face was ashen.
"Yang Yigu, I'll fight you. If you lose, leave immediately." Yang Zhiyin frowned and said in an unfriendly tone.
"If you lose, drink a cup." Yang Yigu seemed to like to ask people to drink.
"If I lose, I'll leave." Yang Zhiyin would rather leave than drink Yang Yigu's wine, as if it was some kind of poison.
"You don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu sighed softly and stood up again. Her footsteps seemed to be messy, but it was as if she was riding the wind and stepping on the moon. Her long sword was unsheathed, bringing a light hum and turning into a gentle breeze.
The sword light was continuous, as if there was nothing it couldn't penetrate.
Yang Zhiyin immediately pulled out his sword and turned it into a sharp light that pierced through the air.
Among the Three Great Clans and Five Great Clans, the Li Clan and the Yang Clan were both proficient in sword techniques, but their methods were different.
What Yang Yigu used was not the Yang Clan's sword technique, but something she obtained by chance. Because this was a banquet, it was only a spar and not a battle of life and death. Usually, she wouldn't use a grade martial art.
Of course, a grade martial art that didn't use Blood Qi was not as useful as a Foundation Establishment martial art.
The Foundation Establishment martial art that Yang Yigu used was called the Seven Styles of Drunken Sword. It looked messy, but in reality, it was accurate.
Yang Zhiyin used the Yang Clan's Flying Swan Sword Technique. His sword was like a flying swan, light and sharp.
Both Yang Yigu and Yang Zhiyin were at the sixth level of the Blood Qi realm, and their physique was also a thousand catties. Unless they had a fortuitous encounter or were willing to, the physique of martial artists from the fourth to ninth level of the Blood Qi realm was about the same.
A thousand catties of strength represented a limit.
A limit was not so easy to break.
Their long swords collided again and again, messy and sharp.
Yang Yigu swung her sword as she drank. Her sword technique became faster and sharper, gradually suppressing Yang Zhiyin.
"Damn it." Yang Zhiyin knew that things weren't looking good. If this continued, he would be defeated. He activated his Blood Qi and used a grade martial art. With a strike, the sword light became dazzling. Qi swirled around it and condensed into a flying eagle. It let out a sharp cry and fiercely pounced on Yang Yigu.
"Flying Eagle Sword Technique, first grade!"
"The realm of full mastery!"
Everyone's expression changed drastically. Yang Yigu's body swayed and her footsteps staggered as if she was drunk. As her long sword swayed, the smell of alcohol permeated the air.
The hazy sword light pierced through the air, like clouds and fog.
The smell of alcohol permeated the air, causing Yang Zhiyin to feel a little dizzy. He only felt his vision blur for a moment. The originally hazy sword shadow dissipated and turned into an extremely sharp sword light, shattering the shadow of the flying eagle. The sword lightly patted the back of his hand, but Yang Zhiyin felt as if the back of his hand was about to shatter. He could no longer hold the long sword and it fell from his hand.
Then, his throat felt as if it was pricked by a needle. He reached out and touched it, and there was a bit of blood. Yang Yigu had already sheathed her sword and returned to her seat with messy footsteps.
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