Great Sword Master

(A friend came from afar last night, I drank too much and slept late, so I quickly posted the first update)

"Welcome all junior brothers to my celebration."

Yuan Hualong spoke, his voice was powerful, containing a domineering aura, his body was as majestic as standing on the ground to support the sky, and his aura was condensed to the extreme, which was amazing.

As a peerless genius who had achieved the twelve transformations of body forging and a candidate for the sect's son, he was also qualified to call hundreds of people present junior brothers.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Yuan."

A true disciple immediately stood up and said loudly.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Yuan, I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

The others also stood up and said, and for a while, the voices echoed in Shenglong Garden, vast and amazing.

But Chen Feng began to think again.

"Just now, it seems that no one from the other eight true palaces came..."

Although he spent most of his time comprehending the mystery of the first style of the absolute sword, it did not mean that he knew nothing about the outside world.

At least the person who shouted at the gate of Shenglong Garden did not mention the Eight Great True Halls or the Three Palaces.

Why is that?

Is it that the Three Palaces and the Eight Great True Halls are not in harmony with the Canglong True Hall?

To say that there is competition, that is for sure, but it is not to this extent.

"The standards for recruiting disciples in the Three Palaces are extremely high. Even if they are innate saint-level gods, they may not be favored."

At least Chen Feng knew that the Three Palaces had not accepted any disciples for three years, and the disciples accepted three years ago have already broken through to the body-building realm.

As for the Nine Great True Halls, the standards for recruiting disciples are not as high as those of the Three Palaces, but they are better than the Seventy-Two Peaks.

This is also why when the master of the Disciple Hall said "Three Palaces, Nine Halls, and Seventy-Two Peaks", only the people from the Seventy-Two Peaks were present, and the Three Palaces and Nine Halls were nowhere to be seen.

All because they looked down on them.

At most, there were two true disciples who beat the drum four times, which were not worthy of attention.

This year, among all the disciples, only Xiao Xuanwu beat the drum five times and became the disciple of the master of Guyuan Peak. Last year, there were three peerless geniuses who beat the drum five times, and they were divided among three of the nine true palaces.

One of them was Yuan Hualong.

As for the other two, for some reason, they did not come.

The year before last, there were also two innate saint-level gods who were accepted by two of the nine true palaces, but those two had already become candidates for the sons of the clan, and they were older than Yuan Hualong, so naturally they could not condescend to come here.

Thinking about it, Chen Feng vaguely understood the reason.

"Please sit down, fellow disciples." Yuan Hualong was happy and laughed loudly. He waved his sleeves, and his demeanor was as amazing as that of a young king: "There is nothing special about the celebration. It's nothing more than inviting fellow disciples to taste the fierce dragon wine and dragon beast soup of our Canglong True Palace. In addition, it is to exchange and discuss martial arts."

In front of each person, there was a small table, and soon someone presented the wine and food.

The delicacy was a bowl of meat soup, the meat was tender and fragrant, and the rising hot steam was like a dragon.

Chen Feng tasted it and felt a unique meaty aroma blooming in his taste buds and exploding in his mouth, which was unprecedented.

Then, a burst of hot steam permeated his body, soaking his muscles, bones and internal organs.

He felt warm all over, just like soaking in a hot spring, very comfortable.

As soon as the Creation Divine Scroll was refined, Chen Feng's body absorbed it, and he actually felt keenly that his own strength seemed to have been extremely slightly enhanced.

You know, his own Hun Tian Sword Strength can be said to have been cultivated to the extreme. Now after a bowl of dragon beast soup was refined and absorbed, the Hun Tian Sword Strength can be enhanced a little bit, which shows how amazing this dragon beast soup is.

There were also barbecued meat and fruits, which made people salivate.

"My fellow disciples, the dragon beast soup of our Canglong Zhendian tastes good, right?" Yuan Hualong said with a smile.

"Brother Yuan, I have long admired the Dragon Beast Soup of the Canglong True Palace. This time, I finally got to taste it as I wished. It is worthy of its reputation."

"Not bad. After eating this bowl of Dragon Beast Soup, other foods will taste like chewing wax."

Many people echoed and praised.

"When eating Dragon Beast Soup, you can't do without Lielong Brew. Brothers, drink this bowl together." Yuan Hualong did not say that Dragon Beast Soup was unlimited, because it was impossible to have unlimited Dragon Beast Soup. He picked up the wine cup and said loudly.

"Cheers!"

"Congratulations to Brother Yuan."

Everyone picked up the wine cup, and the atmosphere became heated.

Chen Feng also picked up the wine cup. The color of the wine was like amber, and it was filled with a very strong aroma of wine.

He drank it directly. The wine was mellow and fragrant, but it became hot in an instant, as if the flames burned all over his body and rushed straight to his forehead. In just a moment, Chen Feng's face flushed red, and his forehead unconsciously felt a little dizzy, and the whole person seemed to float.

This was his first time drinking.

Fortunately, Chen Feng had a strong physique and was protected by the Divine Scroll of Creation. The dizziness lasted for a short time and then gradually subsided, but his whole body was relaxed and refreshed.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and he felt as if a new door had been opened.

"Haha, good wine." Someone laughed immediately, and jumped up and landed on the open space in the middle with a nimble and decisive figure. His face flushed and he looked around: "I am Yang Guang, the core of Qingshan Peak, who has forged his body ten times and tempered his strength five times. I am very happy to participate in the celebration of Senior Brother Yuan today. I wonder who will come to compete with me and celebrate for Senior Brother Yuan?"

Lielong's wine is very strong. After drinking a bowl, many people are a little drunk.

"I am Lin Xinrong, the core of Qianyun Peak, who has also forged his body ten times and tempered his strength five times. Come and learn from him."

Someone immediately spoke up, jumped up and landed, without any nonsense, and immediately blasted out with a palm.

Both of them had reached the tenth level of physical training, and the battle was very intense after drinking a little too much.

Showing off yourself to your heart's content was a celebration, but there were other ideas as well, that is, if you could be selected by Yuan Hualong as a follower, it would be great.

Being a candidate for the position of the Zongzi means that you can compete for the position of Zongzi and become his follower, which is better than being a core disciple, isn't it?

Half a quarter of an hour later, one of them was knocked back and fell to the ground.

"Thank you." The winner bowed.

Although the alcohol made people more easily excited, they did not lose their minds, and the fighting was just to the point.

Yuan Hualong clapped his hands gently.

"I am Shi Lei, a disciple of Tiancang Peak. I have practiced ten transformations of body forging and eight times of strength tempering." A young man next to Ye Yunqi stood up immediately, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and finally looked at one place: "Brother Chen from Juejian Peak, do you dare to fight with me?"

Shi Lei also joined Huntian Sect last year. He is a genius of the main academy and has the innate king level. If it weren't for Ye Yunqi's bloodline breaking and then transforming into a saint level, his status would not be inferior to Ye Yunqi. Now, he has to be headed by Ye Yunqi.

Chen Feng's eyes stared at him.

Ye Yunqi had a sneer on his face, and so did the people next to him.

Chen Feng immediately understood that it was most likely Ye Yunqi who was making trouble.

"I am Chen Feng, a disciple of Juejian Peak. I have practiced ten transformations of body forging and nine times of strength tempering." Chen Feng did not stand up, but stared at Shi Lei slowly and said, "You are not my opponent."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Nine times of strength tempering!

It has only been a little over three months since Chen Feng joined Huntian Sect, and he has already completed nine times of tempering. What an amazing training speed.

"This person definitely has a saint-level supernatural power, and it is not an ordinary saint-level supernatural power."

"Yes, if he can temper his power nine times, he must have a saint-level supernatural power. He said he didn't have it, too insidious..."

Ye Yunqi's face was extremely gloomy, because he had also tempered his power nine times. Even if he had a saint-level supernatural power, it would not be so easy to break through to the eleventh transformation of body forging.

"Bullshit." Shi Lei said angrily, leaped up, landed on the open ground and glared at Chen Feng: "Junior Brother Chen, if you don't dare, just admit defeat directly. Anyway, you will be expelled from Juejian Peak in a few years."

At this point, Chen Feng had no reason to refuse.

His figure flashed, like a whistling wind, and Chen Feng landed on the open ground.

"Junior Brother Chen, I will teach you a truth today. You must know the hierarchy when you are a person." Shi Lei laughed coldly and scolded.

"You are a person who entered the sect a year earlier than me, but your cultivation is lower than mine. What qualifications do you have to speak nonsense in front of me?" Chen Feng responded without hesitation.

Sharp as a sword, piercing his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense." Shi Lei's face changed drastically, and he shouted angrily and jumped up directly, but he did not draw his sword. The powerful and domineering Hun Tian Jin surged, and his palm was like a knife and chopped fiercely. The air was directly split open, and the wind whistled and the air was emptied.

Even if Chen Feng's cultivation is higher than his, so what?

He joined the Hun Tian Sect a year earlier, and with an extra year of cultivation time, he might not be unable to defeat Chen Feng.