The person who stopped Qin An was Kong Xiang. He was staring at Qin An with burning eyes, "Qin An, I want to test my swordsmanship with you."

Qin An bypassed Kong Xiang and prepared to continue forward.

Kong Xiang then stepped forward to stop him.

Qin An grew impatient and said, "I have no interest in sparring with you. Please step aside."

Kong Xiang persisted, "I heard from them that your swordsmanship in the entrance exam was very impressive. I want to have a match with you."

Kong Xiang is passionate about swords and dedicates himself to studying swordsmanship. He started practicing swordsmanship at a young age and has been doing so for ten years now. He has achieved considerable success in swordsmanship.

Therefore, when Kong Xiang heard the other disciples discussing how good Qin An's swordsmanship was, he naturally had the idea of ​​competing with him.

Qin An didn't want to talk to Kong Xiang, but Kong Xiang wouldn't give up. The two were locked in a stalemate.

"Hey? Qin Xiao... Oh no, Uncle-Master, what are you doing here?" Just then, Ye Feiyu saw Qin An standing there and walked towards him.

"He wants to duel me with swords, but I don't want to," Qin An succinctly stated the conflict between them.

"Why don't we compete?" Ye Feiyu asked, somewhat puzzled. "Your swordsmanship is clearly so good!"

"I don't want to compete, it's too much trouble. I still need to go and collect my master's monthly allowance."

"Sigh, why don't you have a sword fight with him? Think about it, if you beat him, it would bring a lot of honor to your grandmaster uncle," Ye Feiyu suggested from the side.

Qin An was initially dismissive, but when he heard that it could bring honor to his master, he suddenly felt a little tempted.

"Alright!" Qin An agreed. "I agree to a swordsmanship contest with you, but this is a one-time opportunity."

After Qin An agreed to compete with Kong Xiang, Kong Xiang led him to the dueling platform.

When some disciples saw that Qin An and Kong Xiang were about to have a sword match, they quickly called their fellow disciples to come and watch the competition.

Before long, many disciples gathered around the arena to watch.

Kong Xiang drew a Xuan-grade sword and bowed to Qin An, saying, "Please."

Qin An also bowed and took out his bamboo sword.

Kong Xiang frowned slightly when he saw the bamboo sword, but said nothing.

A moment later, Kong Xiang launched the first attack.

Kong Xiang's swordplay was expansive and powerful, each movement crisp and swift. Qin An's sword, on the other hand, was strong and sharp, yet its movements were also supple and graceful.

Kong Xiang kept attacking several major acupoints on Qin An's body, while Qin An kept blocking.

Kong Xiang was sweating profusely after attacking for only a short while, while Qin An was still handling the situation with ease.

Kong Xiang unleashed his most powerful final sword strike, which Qin An countered with a single sword strike.

The moment Kong Xiang's sword was broken, he was defeated.

But at that moment, the bamboo sword in Qin An's hand suddenly snapped in two with a "crack".

A string in Qin An's mind suddenly snapped, and he was completely stunned, not even realizing that Kong Xiang had admitted defeat to him.

Qin An clenched his fists tightly, trying hard to control himself.

Seeing that Qin An was staring at the broken sword, Kong Xiang said, "It's just a bamboo sword, isn't it? I'll replace it with a better one."

Qin An could no longer contain himself and roared at Kong Xiang, "You understand absolutely nothing!"

After saying that, Qin An turned and left angrily.

Kong Xianghe walked over, and Ye Feiyu, who was standing to the side, looked at each other in bewilderment.

After Qin An received his and Shu Lan's monthly allowances, he returned to Tinglan Peak, handed the allowances to Shu Lan, and then locked himself in his room without saying a word.

Shu Lan sensed something was wrong after Qin An returned. When Qin An locked himself in his room, Shu Lan went out for a walk and inquired around, which gave her a rough idea of ​​what had happened.

Back at Tinglan Peak, Shu Lan walked to Qin An's door and gently knocked twice.

With a creak, Qin An opened the door.

"May I go in?"

Qin An nodded quickly, and Shu Lan went into Qin An's room.

Shu Lan sat down in a chair. "Didn't you win? Why are you still so sullen?"

"Master, you already know?!" Qin An suddenly raised his head, looking at Shu Lan with some surprise.

"The news has spread far and wide. If I didn't know, wouldn't I be too irresponsible?" Shu Lan looked at Qin An with amusement.

"Oh," Qin An replied, then lowered his head again.

"What happened?" Shu Lan beckoned Qin An over.

Qin An obediently walked over and said in a muffled voice, "But I broke the bamboo sword that my master brother gave me."

"What's the big deal?" Shu Lan patted Qin An's head. "I'll just make you an even better sword, won't I?"

"But, but that was the first time Master made it for me."

"So what if it was the first time? Does that mean you won't want anything I give you in the future?"

"No, that's not what I meant!" Qin An said anxiously, her face turning red.

"Pfft!" Shu Lan couldn't help but laugh at Qin An's embarrassed little face.

Qin An felt a little uncomfortable looking at Shu Lan's smiling face.

"Alright, I know you didn't mean that. You've got some basic skills now, so using a bamboo sword isn't suitable anymore. I'll forge you a new one in a few days. Out with the old, in with the new. How does that sound?"

"Okay." Qin An nodded; whatever his master said was good.

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