Inside the building was a spacious hall. Besides Chen Zong, there were also those who had signed up earlier. They were choosing their opponents.
In the Matchless Sword Fight Registration Building, there were 20 martial artists who were at the same level of swordsmanship as examiners. They would choose one of the 20 to spar with. As long as they could defeat their opponent, they would pass the assessment and be qualified to participate in the Matchless Sword Fight.
It could be said that the registration was the first stage, and the assessment was the second stage. Only after passing these two stages could one truly participate in the Matchless Sword Fight.
There were dozens of people who had entered before Chen Zong. They lined up and chose their opponents one by one. The others sat in chairs in the corner and waited.
"Remember, this is a swordsmanship assessment. Other than swordsmanship, you are not allowed to use any other power," the elder who was in charge of the assessment said in a low voice, repeatedly emphasizing this.
Soon, someone chose an opponent. The two held unsharpened godly iron swords and walked to the empty space in the middle, facing each other from a few meters away.
Both of them drew their swords. The sword light was dazzling, like a meteor piercing through the moon.
Both of them did not use their True Power, nor did they use much physical strength. It was purely a contest of swordsmanship. After all, martial artists in the Matchless Sword Fight had to have superb swordsmanship. If one's swordsmanship was not good enough, it would only bring shame to the Matchless Sword Fight.
A pure contest of swordsmanship was even more dangerous. The two swords clashed, causing countless sparks to fly, accompanied by ear-piercing sounds of metal clashing.
The battle ended with the examinee's defeat.
He walked out of the building dejectedly. This meant that he was not qualified to participate in the Matchless Sword Fight.
The next examinee stood up and chose his opponent.
Battle after battle continued. Some people successfully passed the test, while others failed. Overall, the number of people who passed the test was even fewer.
Chen Zong sat in a chair, breathing slowly. He watched the sword competition without any change in his expression. However, he could not help but feel a little disappointed. Whether it was the examinee or the examiners, although their swordsmanship was not bad, it was only not bad. At most, they were at the first level of the Unity of Body and Sword Realm.
Next, it was Chen Zong's turn.
Chen Zong drew a godly iron sword from the sword rack at the side and walked out as if he was taking a stroll. He casually tapped and chose an opponent.
As far as Chen Zong was concerned, it didn't matter who his opponent was.
"Take this!" With a low hum, the long sword trembled slightly. The sword chime was melodious and pleasant to the ear, like the sound of a distant spring, like the gentle breeze on the horizon.
Natural, freehand, flowing like clouds and flowing water.
Casually, the examiner did not even swing his sword. Chen Zong's long sword lightly touched his chest and retracted, leaving a sword mark on his robe.
When Chen Zong placed the Godly Iron Sword back on the sword rack, the examiner and the others were stunned for a moment before regaining their senses.
Defeated!
In an instant, he was defeated before he could even react. If this was a battle of life and death, he would have died long ago.
That examiner couldn't help but cover the sword mark on his chest. His heart suddenly beat faster, and his face turned slightly pale. A trace of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, and he was terrified.
"An expert." The others were all shocked.
This kind of swordsmanship seems simple, but it has the charm of returning to the original. Only a real master of swordsmanship can perform it.
For a time, everyone looked at Chen Zong with different eyes.
Horror, admiration, and jealousy.
"Congratulations on passing the assessment. The Matchless Sword Fight will be held in Feihong Mountain in half a month. Please be sure to arrive on time." The old man's tone was different from before.
Nodding, Chen Zong took the wooden sign that he had passed the assessment and turned to walk out of the building.
"Brother Chen."
Outside the building, Chen Zong saw Qin Yi and Lin Fu, who were still waiting in line for boarding.
"Brother Qin." Chen Zong responded, but ignored Lin Fu.
"Brother Chen passed the assessment." Qin Yi smiled.
"Yes, with Brother Qin's swordsmanship, this assessment is easy." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
The two didn't talk much, just a few simple words, Chen Zong left here, and the next thing is to find a place to live in the city for a while.
Feihong Mountain is not far from Jinghong City.
He asked one restaurant after another, and they were all full.
The business during the Matchless Sword Fight is the best. Whether it is accommodation or meals, they are almost full. It is not known how many people find it difficult to find a place to live and a place to eat.
After almost searching the whole city, Chen Zong finally found a place to stay. It was a room in a small inn, the last one.
"One spirit shell a day, and meals are counted separately."
The small inn was a bit shabby. There was only one boss and one waiter. In normal times, few warriors would ask about it. Only some traveling businessmen who couldn't make a lot of money would live here. One spirit shell is enough to live for several days and meals are included.
But during the Matchless Sword Fight, everything is so tight. Therefore, the owner of this small inn also intends to take this opportunity to make a fortune. After all, it is only once in three years. If he misses it, he will regret it. But he dare not set the price too high.
From one spirit shell for meals for a few days to no meals for a day, such an increase is enough to make traveling businessmen flinch.
"I'll stay for 15 days first." Chen Zong took out 15 spirit shells and gently placed them on the counter in front of the owner's shining eyes.
"Buttface, take the distinguished guest to the room immediately." The owner quickly waved his hand and put away the 15 spirit shells, as if his palm contained the space of a mustard seed bag. He put on a smile and quickly shouted. Then he greeted Chen Zong warmly, "Distinguished guest, do you need hot water? If you do, tell Buttface to boil a bucket. No extra charge. "
"Okay." Chen Zong nodded.
Soaking in a hot bath is undoubtedly very comfortable.
Buttface is a thin and weak young man. His eyes are slippery and he looks very clever. He nodded and bowed as he led Chen Zong to the last empty room.
With a squeak, the door was pushed open. It was a very small room, with only a simple wooden bed and a very old wooden table and chair, but they were very clean.
Thousands of buildings can be used to settle down, brocade quilts and jade beds can be used to sleep, but even so, the broken walls can also be used to sleep peacefully.
Chen Zong didn't care about the quality of the guest room, as long as it was clean enough.
"Dear guest, please take a rest first. I'll go and boil some hot water for you." Buttface bowed and said. He was not only looking forward to meeting these martial artists, but also had enough respect for them. He was worried that if he provoked a temperamental person, he would be killed without any way to redress his grievances.
Chen Zong naturally wouldn't care about anything with an ordinary person, on the premise that the other party didn't offend him.
Along the way, Chen Zong didn't cultivate much, so he settled down and adjusted himself. When the waiter brought the hot water, Chen Zong soaked in the hot water for a while. He felt that the dust on his body had disappeared and his whole body was relaxed.
Leaning against the edge of the big wooden tub, Chen Zong closed his eyes and let his thoughts run wild. He seemed to be in a half-awake state.
When the water was cold, Chen Zong woke up naturally and gently jumped up. In the tub, there was still a transparent figure that seemed to be condensed by countless water droplets. As for Chen Zong, it was unknown when he had finished putting on his sword robe.
When Chen Zong sat on the wooden bed, the figure in the wooden tub dispersed and turned into countless water droplets that fell into the tub. The outside of the tub was dry and clean, without any moisture.
He entered a meditative state, ran his martial arts, and surged his True Qi.
He replaced sleep with cultivation. It wasn't until dawn that Chen Zong opened his eyes. The restrained light in his eyes flowed like water waves and then disappeared.
Chen Zong exhaled. He didn't want to cause any damage to the guest room, so he let the Qi dissipate naturally.
He stood up and began to use his finger as a substitute for a sword. His swordsmanship seemed messy and ordinary, but each stroke contained a profound mystery. It was a demonstration of the second level of the Divine Mystery Realm. Each stroke pierced through the dust in the air.
Dust was invisible, but only those who had reached a high level could perceive it.
Chen Zong could barely pierce a speck of dust with his sword. If there was a day when he could pierce through a speck of dust as he wished, it would mean that Chen Zong's swordsmanship had reached an extreme.
At Chen Zong's current level of swordsmanship, he didn't need to make big moves. He could practice them in a small space and comprehend the mysteries.
For a few days, Chen Zong didn't step out of the room except for asking the waiter to bring him some food. He spent all his time on cultivation.
The cultivation of True Power was, after all, his own shortcoming, and was the biggest limitation of his current strength.
He didn't put down his swordsmanship either. He was going to participate in the Unparalleled Sword Battle soon. The stronger his swordsmanship, the better.
Ten days passed. There were five days left before the Unparalleled Sword Battle. Chen Zong stepped out of the room for the first time and walked out of the inn.
There were more people on the street than ten days ago. At a glance, heads were surging like waves. Ordinary people would have to wait a long time to walk a few steps. Chen Zong stepped out, but he was as agile as a fish. He shuttled through the crowd without any hindrance or panic.
After staying in the inn for ten days, Chen Zong had only eaten the meals prepared by the inn itself. They were very ordinary and tasted very ordinary. Chen Zong felt that his mouth was about to become bland. This time, he also had the thought of finding a restaurant to eat and drink to his heart's content.
However, in every restaurant he passed, every table was filled with people.
Chen Zong walked into the last restaurant. If there were no more seats, he had to go out of the city.
"Brother Chen." A familiar voice sounded. It was Qin Yi.
Qin Yi and Lin Fu were occupying a table, and there were two empty seats for two people.
"Brother Qin." Chen Zong also responded.
"Brother Chen is also here to eat. Please sit." Qin Yi stood up and invited. Chen Zong didn't refuse. He walked over and sat down.
Lin Fu saw Chen Zong and snorted. When she found that Chen Zong ignored her, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. Qin Yi noticed and smiled. He patted her hand gently. Lin Fu's cheeks suddenly turned bright red.
"I haven't seen Chen Zong for a few days. I thought you couldn't find a place to live." Qin Yi smiled and poured Chen Zong a glass of wine. He raised his glass.
"I've been cultivating in the guest room these days." Chen Zong also raised his glass in response.
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