Nangong Leng then added that he had always been obsessed with swordsmanship and had never been good at communicating with women. After discovering that Yan Quan brought three women with him, he became even more socially anxious and dared not step forward.
"If those women are friends or close friends or it is inconvenient, we will not force them.
Just agree to talk to my third brother. Friends can make requests within our capabilities and we will try our best to help. "
Nangong Min waved his golden fan and laughed.
"Haha, just kidding. We are guests in Xuantian Palace today, and this person is our friend. How can we refuse such hospitality?
However, several of our clan's geniuses have left for some reason and are not here now. This friend wants to compete in swordsmanship, but I was a bit free just now."
Yan Quan replied with a smile, and walked around Nangong, who was carrying the sword box, and looked at him for a few times.
"You? Your cultivation level is so much lower than theirs. I won't compete with you."
Nangong Leng looked at Yan Quan studying his sword case and replied unhappily.
"That's wrong. How could a person obsessed with swordsmanship say that someone with high swordsmanship skills is superior?"
If you don't compete with me, I don't know whether you should arrange for your friends to challenge the pride of my clan."
Yan Quan pretended to be embarrassed, what if he embarrassed you or hurt the pride of our clan?
This was a very convincing reason. After Yan Quan finished speaking, Nangong Leng did not refute it and could only think silently.
"Hahaha, I'm free right now and can't come over, so let's compete!
My friend, shall we go now?"
Nangong Min suggested and patted Nangong Leng's shoulder.
"You're right! I was the one who took the risk just now. I'm competing with you!"
Nangong Leng said firmly.
"Okay, let's go now."
Yan Quan laughed and caught up with him.
With everyone in the spotlight watching them all the way, they arrived at the sparring ground.
Nangong Min stepped forward and arranged a large sparring platform for the two of them.
A bunch of onlookers also followed and sat in the stands to watch.
"Hey, look at what the eldest and third sons of the Gong family are doing?"
"It looks like the Third Young Master is looking for someone to compete in swordsmanship again, but why is it a foreigner this time?"
"Yeah, I have no impression of this person at all. He's not a famous person, is he? To think that he was chosen by the Third Young Master."
“…”
"Friend Chu Quan, I wonder to what extent I should lower my cultivation?"
On the sparring stage, Nangong Leng put down his sword case.
"Haha, wait a minute, don't be impatient, my friend.
Let's discuss what we should compete in first."
Yan Quan said indifferently, while Nangong Min in the stands frowned as if something was wrong.
"What do you want to compare?"
"Regardless of winning or losing, Sangongzi has to give me a place in the inner palace. This shouldn't be difficult, right?
As for the win-lose competition, if you win, I will naturally introduce you to the genius of my clan to compete.
If I win, we'll follow the traditional sword-cultivation competition rules. You give me the sword you used in the competition, and then give up the competition with my clan's genius. How about that?"
Yan Quan smiled calmly and took out his small broken gray sword.
"this……"
Nangong Leng looked at Yan Quan in confusion, then looked at the increasing number of people gathering around the stage, and began to think.
He originally wanted to hide the sword in the sword box, but after Yan Quan said this, he had to think about the consequences of losing.
"Third brother, whatever Chu Yuyou wants, as long as it's not too much, just agree to it. Don't hesitate before the battle."
Nangong Min suddenly spoke to remind Wu.
Only then did Nangong Leng realize that this alien was playing psychological warfare on him, making him hesitate in choosing his sword and the outcome of the battle. For a sword cultivator, hesitating before drawing his sword was a grave taboo!
"I underestimated you, man. I'll do as you say, and I will wield the best sword.
But if you lose, you have to give me your sword, that's the rule."
He then made a decisive statement.
"Hahaha, this little broken sword of mine is far superior to your friend's sword. If you're willing to do that, I naturally have nothing to say."
Yan Quan said calmly, signaling Nangong Leng to get ready quickly.
…
At this moment, in the stands, a graceful woman was sitting among the crowd, watching the audience below.
She had a graceful figure, a veil on her face, and was wearing the same style of sect clothing that Tong Ranran had worn before.
"Brother Yan, let me see all these things. Have your worries decreased? Hehe..."
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