"Thank you Master for your praise. Master, I feel a little embarrassed to praise me every day." Gu Shun glanced at Nangong Ling's envious and jealous expression, and deliberately provoked him.

"Master, my disciple has learned a few new sword techniques recently. I hope my master can give me some advice." Nangong Ling shouted in dissatisfaction.

She looks like a child who wants to be praised by her parents, trying to show off her own strength and not want others to show off.

Nangong Yue looked at Nangong Ling and scolded: "You should practice the basic skills first. The sword moves are to use them skillfully in combat. Learn one or two moves alone. If you cannot penetrate it throughout the battle, it will not have much effect at all."

When Nangong Ling heard this, he immediately lowered his head in disappointment. Since Nangong Yue left, he has been pestering his seniors in the family to teach him sword skills every day. He practiced from sunrise until late at night, just to give his master a surprise.

He also wanted to be praised by his master like Gu Shun, and praised his swordsmanship for his progress recently. For him, this should be the happiest thing.

Unfortunately, his chance to show his performance in front of his master was still vain. He couldn't understand why his master left the Nangong family and came here to teach this kid.

The master's care and care for him were taken away by this kid. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, jealous, anger and bitterness gradually occupied his heart, and he felt unwilling to say:

"Master, I am also your disciple. Why can you watch him practice sword skills but not my sword skills? I am definitely better than this kid."

"Practice your basic skills well, and you don't need to worry about other things."

"I don't agree, so I want to show the results of the exercises to the master. The disciple doesn't know what he is wrong. And why he doesn't need to train basic skills when practicing swords. I also have to swing the sword and raise the sword. This is unfair." Nangong Ling said stubbornly like a stubborn donkey.

"You have your own arrangements for your teacher. You just need to manage your own practice. These two snow bamboo swords are from Mr. Gu. Can you benefit from him? Don't you know how to be content? How do you teach the family motto of the Nangong family? Shut up immediately."

Nangong Ling threw away the Xuezhu sword in his hand in discontent, and his eyes were red and said, "I don't need to be as good as this boy. Master, since you think I can't compare with him, that's so good, I'll compete with him to see who we two are."

Nangong Yue shook her head. She didn't expect that Nangong Ling would be even more willful than she expected. Relying on her identity as a young senior brother of the Nangong family, she thought she should be above and always be in the well-deserved center. With the stars holding the moon, no one can disobey her.

She just sniffed him a little, and the boy's stubborn temper immediately came up.

In the Nangong family, he can still rely on his identity and status to convince others, but no one in the martial arts world will show mercy for the sake of being a disciple of the Nangong family.

"Enough, Gu Shun is only six years old this year. You have been practicing swords for longer than he is now. Even if you beat others, what are you going to be proud of?

As a senior brother, you don’t play a good role as a good example. You are jealous of your junior brother here all day long. Don’t you think you are childish and ridiculous?

Do you know why you have never understood the true sword intent of Taishang Wangqing Sword Technique? It is because you are too impetuous and cannot truly sink your heart.

Cutting off feelings is not only feelings, but also your own false and comparative heart. That's why you have been unable to reach the state of being so beautiful that you can forget your feelings." Nangong Yue criticized and took the opportunity to mention a few words.

Nangong Ling was scolded and blushed, but he said extremely stubbornly: "Even if you can't master the true sword intent of Taishang Wangqing Sword Technique, I can defeat everyone. The disciple will definitely prove to you that I am your most powerful disciple."

Gu Shun crossed his hands behind his head, and said in a lazy tone: "Master, since he wants to compete with me in sword techniques, I also want to test whether my sword moves can be used in actual combat. Why not let me compete with him?"

Faced with Gu Shun's request, Nangong Yue also had a difficult time. Although actual combat is of great benefit to improving sword skills, compared to Nangong Ling, Gu Shun has been practicing sword skills for a short time and does not have many sword moves, which is obviously a very disadvantageous thing.

Besides, both of them are immature, so they are inevitably acting irritable. If they are accidentally injured in the competition, she doesn't know how to explain to Gu Fan.

But Gu Shun was very confident and insisted on conducting a swordsmanship competition.

Seeing that both sides were very determined, Nangong Yue had to say: "For fairness, Nangong Ling, you can only use the first 200 Nangong sword techniques. At the same time, you must control your strength well and don't attack too much."

Seeing that the opportunity to prove himself came, Nangong Ling was ready to beat his fingers and said with confidence: "Master, don't worry. In order not to take advantage of others' danger, the apprentice competed with him with only one hand and could defeat him in less than two moves."

Gu Shun smiled with a very contemptuous expression, "What is the competition method? Whoever admits defeat first will be considered as losing."

"I will accompany you no matter what."

The eyes of the two people collided violently, one was full of hostility, and the other was full of ridicule and disdain.

Nangong Yue looked at the pair of brothers with different personalities but strangely consistent styles, frowned and worried.

"You two, when you are competing later, you must pay attention to safety. When you compete, you must stop and not be too competitive. Especially Xiao Ling, please give in to your junior brother. Do you understand?"

Both of them nodded, not sure how much they heard, and the competition began.

Gu Shun and Nangong Ling each carried a training snow bamboo sword and came to both sides of the training ground.

Outside the field, Nangong Yue looked at her two apprentices worriedly and expectantly, one was her disciple who had been learning sword since she was a child, and the other was Brother Gu's son. Out of selfishness, she actually didn't want any of the two to lose this competition.

But for the two, no matter who loses this competition, it is not a bad thing.

She wanted to use Gu Shun's talent to let Nangong Ling know that there are people outside of others and there are heavens outside of heaven. He is not the only talent in this world.

She also wanted to use the strongest strength of Nangong Ling, the younger generation of the Nangong family, to arouse Gu Shun's fighting spirit. Practicing martial arts not only depends on talent, but also on unremitting efforts and hard work.

If the two can urge each other and make progress together, not only will they greatly improve their swordsmanship and martial arts, but with their potential, a new story may appear in the martial arts world in the future.

But looking at the two people in front of him, Nangong Yue sighed with some fatigue.

"Okay, I'll listen to my command later. I'll start after the competition begins. Don't forget the etiquette before the competition." Nangong Yue swollen with two dark circles, her eyes swept across the two of hers, and she told her heartfelt instructions.

Nangong Ling and Gu Shun lifted the sword at the same time, facing down the palm of their right hand, clamped the hilt with their fingers, clasped the sword with their left hand, and covered it with their fists on their right hand, bowing slightly.

Since both parties used the Xuezhu Sword in their hands, Nangong Ling obviously gritted his teeth when he was luggage. Perhaps because the Xuezhu Sword was too heavy, it was very difficult to grab one hand. Gu Shun was very relaxed when he raised the sword.

After performing the sword-catching ceremony, the two of them held their own swords, waiting for the start of the competition.
Chapter completed!