The moon is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing.
"consult……"
In a large sparring arena in the North Palace of Xuantian Palace, Nangong Leng finally chose a long sword with a red appearance, picked up the sword box, and the box containing the other swords flew out of the arena and stood on the open space not far away.
"Fellow Daoist Ling is quite impressive. How about we lower our cultivation to the middle stage of the Golden Stage together and practice sparring?"
Yan Quan suggested while standing with a sword in hand. The tattered little gray sword instantly seemed much inferior to the red long sword held by Nangong Leng.
But Yan Quan didn't care, instead he quietly adjusted his Immortal Clothes to the middle stage of the Golden Stage. The effect of the Immortal Clothes at this stage was basically similar to his own level at this stage.
The spectators around were in quite a commotion.
"Ah, what's going on? Turns out he's in the middle stage of the Golden Stage."
"That's right, the Third Young Master is also required to lower his own cultivation level.
I feel like there’s nothing interesting to watch now.”
"Alas, I don't think it's that simple. When have you ever seen the Third Master beat up a bunch of idiots?"
"That's right... Then let's bet. I bet the Third Young Master will win!"
"Get lost, I won't bet with you..."
“…”
While everyone was discussing, Nangong Leng quickly lowered his cultivation level to the level where he could speak.
"Is this all right, Fellow Daoist Chu? How do you plan to compete?"
Nangong Leng asked while holding up his sword. Yan Quan could see that he was now completely serious.
It seems that he is really obsessed with swords.
"Friend Ling, we are just having a normal competition, so let's not damage the relationship. Let's see who can defeat the other in three moves first."
"Um?"
Nangong Leng was stunned. What do you mean, who wins three moves first?
Shouldn't the losing side be unable to win even with a single move?
Unless we are evenly matched, then wouldn't that mean I'm underestimating him...
"Tai, it's up to you, get ready!"
Nangong Leng still thought it was Yan Quan's psychological warfare, so after thinking about it for a while, he decided not to dwell on it too much. He agreed and immediately ordered a barrier to be set up around him.
"Well, it's so formal. I don't know how many years ago I last had a sword fight with someone.
I hope fellow Taoists will acknowledge it!"
Yan Quan replied, also taking a sword stance.
…
Just as Yan Quan and the other man were preparing, a graceful and beautiful woman came up to the main seat opposite the training table.
"Brother, what are you two doing here? Go back home quickly, father is going to be angry."
The purple-clothed girl angrily spoke to Nangong Min who was sitting in the main seat.
"Little sister? Your third brother is fighting with someone with swords.
You know his temper, there's nothing I can do about it, but it should be quick. Just wait a moment."
"Again? With whom?"
Then why do you have time to accompany him? I'm asking you...
You just want to come here to see what Yutao did here today.
Hey, this is…"
The purple-clothed girl replied, and at the same time paid attention to Yan Quan on the training ground below. She widened her eyes and the small ball on her chest swayed slightly.
"Why? Do you know this fellow Daoist Chu below?"
"He's Yu... Uh, no, I don't know him... It's almost starting, so I'll stay here with you for a while, and then we'll go back together after it's over."
The purple-clad girl faltered as she explained, crossing her arms, but her gaze was fixed anxiously on the black-clad man in the audience.
I didn't expect he could use a sword?
While the girl was thinking in her heart, she recalled the scene of Yan Quan sticking behind her yesterday, and her little face suddenly turned lightly red.
"What's going on?"
Nangong Min was also surprised when he saw Nangong Yue's abnormal condition. He had never seen his younger sister like this before.
However, a barrier had already been erected in the training ground below, and the fight was about to begin, so he didn't pay too much attention and looked down with everyone else...
"Fellow Daoist, please..."
"please……"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
After Yan Quan and Nangong Leng saluted each other, they instantly exerted their strength. Wherever the swords passed, fierce collisions and impacts instantly covered the entire venue.
"It's so intense..."
Nangong Yue looked at it for a while and whispered, she had seen his third brother's swordsmanship, but why did Yan Quan's swordsmanship look the same to her now?
Or, in other words, Yan Quan was completely imitating Nangong Leng's attacking style and defending style?
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you show your true abilities? You're going to be laughed at!"
In comparison, Nangong Leng knew that he and Yan Quan were both testing each other. The magic sword in his hand had not even been activated, and Yan Quan's magic sword was also in a completely normal state.
Both of them were just fighting with swordsmanship and physical skills, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Those who make a serious move first and reveal all their cards will naturally have a certain information disadvantage...
However, Yan Quan was just imitating his own footwork and swordsmanship. Was he looking down on him?
"Haha, isn't this kind of fighting quite fun?
Why hurt the harmony..."
Yan Quan laughed and kept retreating, moving, and counterattacking under Nangong Leng's fierce attack.
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