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After talking on the phone with Qian Siwen for a while, Song Zhan got up and went out to the swordsmanship hall.

After such a long period of study and actual combat, the Eight Golden Lock Sword Techniques can be called a master's degree for Song Zhan.

And this kind of terrifying progress speed, in the peaceful era before the Shenwu Period, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a genius.

In fact, not only Song Zhan, Xiao Wu and others have also entered a stage of rapid growth since they entered the Shenwu Era.

Through constant fighting and killing, I gradually mastered the sword skills I had practiced since childhood, and gradually mastered some things I didn't understand.

When their bodies and bones are fully grown, they will all be masters.

Arriving at the swordsmanship hall, Xiao Wu and others were working on their bodies meticulously under the supervision of Zhao Tiancheng.

When Song Zhan saw this, he didn't stop. He took his wooden sword and started practicing with Xiao Wu and others.

Two hours later, Song Zhan, Xiao Wu and others were pacing in the field, chatting with each other.

Zhao Tiancheng was still lying on his recliner, lazily, and seemed to be uninterested in anything.

Zhao Zhiwen turned to look at Song Zhan, with excitement in his tone: "Brother Zhan, you were really handsome last night."

"That's right!"

Hearing this, the other four people nodded in agreement.

Zhao Haichuan was tall and burly, stronger than the others. He also asked with longing: "Brother Zhan, when will we be as strong as you?"

"Don't worry, you all have good foundation. As long as you work hard, you will become stronger than me."

Song Zhan was telling the truth. Xiaowu and the others had good foundations and worked together as a team. Casual players couldn't do anything to them, and the same was true for monsters.

Up to now, Song Zhan has never heard of any bullying they suffered.

While several people were talking, Zhao Tiancheng came over.

Song Zhan and others stopped talking and concentrated on riding.

"Stop for a moment, I have something to announce."

Zhao Tiancheng looked at Song Zhan and others in the field and said in a calm tone.

After hearing this, Song Zhan and others looked at Zhao Tiancheng, waiting for Zhao Tiancheng's next words.

Zhao Tiancheng glanced at Xiaowu and the others, his eyes paused on Song Zhan, and then said: "The leaders of our factions discussed it and prepared to hold a competition in a week."

As soon as these words came out, most of the young people in the audience showed excited expressions, while Song Zhan looked calm.

After all, he was a half-way monk and was not familiar with the common martial arts competitions in the martial arts circle. In addition, he was almost ten years older than Xiao Wu and others, so he was very calm.

Zhao Tiancheng continued: "The main sects participating in this competition include our Eight Golden Suo Dao, Tianshan Emei Sword, Bajiquan and other sects."

"The content of the competition is very simple, one-on-one discussion."

Zhao Tiancheng paused for a moment, and then said: "But this time, we don't have to go out, because we discussed it and held it in the Divine Martial Chronicles.

Firstly, it saves you from traveling long distances, and secondly, you can use what you have learned without having to worry about mistakes, etc., and safety is guaranteed.”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Wu and others became even more excited.

Martial arts practitioners are full of energy, and young men are not arrogant. Martial arts competitions can not only build one's own reputation, but also make the sect look good. It has always been a scene that young people look forward to.

However, in the past, because there were always mistakes during sparring, resulting in serious injuries to students, there were relatively few sparring sessions in practice, often not once in two or three years.

If there is one, it is in a small area, one to one, which is more like confirming what has been learned, rather than distinguishing between superior and inferior.

But this time it’s different, because with the opening of the Divine Martial Age, the first thing you don’t have to worry about is the severity of your actions.

This means that what each team has learned will be fully demonstrated in this competition, and the final results will be more credible.

Secondly, there are more martial arts participating, which also makes this discussion even more important.

"At that time, we will rent a venue, and you must go all out, do you understand?"

After Zhao Tiancheng finished speaking, several boys immediately puffed up their chests and responded loudly.

"As for Song Zhan, on the one hand, you have only been around for a short time, and you are not old enough to join Xiao Wu Zhiwen and the others. On the other hand, you have been in the Divine Martial Age for a long time, and your level and strength are much higher than theirs."

"When the time comes, you can watch and learn about the martial arts of each sect."

Normally, people like Song Zhan, who paid tuition fees, would not have the opportunity to participate in such gatherings within the circle. Zhao Tiancheng said this because he did not treat him as an outsider.

As an adult, Song Zhan certainly understood what Zhao Tiancheng meant.

So he nodded seriously and solemnly thanked Zhao Tiancheng.

"Master, so you are about to enter the Divine Martial Age?"

Song Zhan raised his head, looked at Zhao Tiancheng and asked.

In fact, he had suggested that Zhao Tiancheng enter the Shenwu Discipline a long time ago, because only in the Shenwu Discipline can a martial arts master like him show the power of martial arts.

But Zhao Tiancheng always passed by and didn't seem to care about it.

Zhao Tiancheng nodded. The heads of each family had to lead the team. As the head of the Eight Golden Lock Swords, he would naturally not be absent.

"Hey, dad, you will know when the time comes that the Shenwu Ji is tailor-made for us."

Zhao Zhiwen was so excited that he even forgot the rules and said in high spirits.

The rest of the people nodded one after another. They didn't understand Zhao Tiancheng's persistence, but that didn't stop them from being happy for their father and uncle at this moment.

Time passed by, and the morning passed quickly.

At around 12 noon, Song Zhan rushed home. There was not much time left before the next stage started.

Walking into the game warehouse, Song Zhan logged into the Shenwu Ji again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the dark green ceiling of the military tent.

Song Zhan turned over and sat up. Li Guoqiang and Wang Dafu were not on the bed next to him.

He didn't think much and walked out of the tent directly.

Soldiers coming and going walked between the military camps, talking to each other, as if they were alive with flesh and blood.

But Song Zhan knew that they were just a recorded image, and everything that happened here happened an unknown number of years ago.

Not long after, Song Zhan saw the figures of Li Guoqiang and Wang Dafu.

They formed a circle with many soldiers, and two soldiers in the circle were sparring with fists and fists.

"Kill him! Come on!"

Excited cheers sounded from time to time, and the two soldiers in the field became more serious.

At this moment, a sharp and familiar whistle sounded, and the originally excited soldiers suddenly turned aside, quickly dispersed, and ran towards their own troops.

"It's time for us to gather. Brother Leng Hao, you're here too."

Li Guoqiang saw Song Zhan and greeted him warmly.

Song Zhan also nodded, and the three of them ran towards yesterday's square formation.

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