In order to test his future brother-in-law for his sister, Leng Bingting proposed a competition to Han Yirong in front of Leng Yuchen and Leng Bingxian. Leng Bingxian did not stop him when he saw this. Leng Yuchen's attitude was also very good that Leng Bingting could give him a try, and he could also let him know the truth about someone outside of him. He also wanted to try the sincerity of the Han clan, so he did not stop him. The two came to the yard, set up the formation, and prepared to fight...

Leng Bingyue and Leng Bingxi heard that their younger brother was going to fight, so they rushed to the competition site. Looking at the two people who had been prepared, Leng Bingxi gently touched Leng Bingyue and said, "Sister Four, tell me, is it our Sixth Brothers Win, or is it that Han Yirong Win?"

Leng Bingyue looked carefully and said, "This Han Yirong is the grandson of the prime minister of the dynasty. He should have practiced martial arts at home. Our sixth brother has also practiced martial arts since he was a child. At present, the nameless little person in the world should not be his opponent. Then, this Han Yirong is not a person in the world, so it is really hard to say."

After listening to Leng Bingyue's analysis, Leng Bingxi smiled and said, "Fourth Sister, are you thinking too much? We have been practicing martial arts with our elder sister since we were young, and our sixth brother's father even treated him as his heir. If we are not even a court literary figure, what should we do if it is spread out in the future?"

The two sisters had just finished chatting, and Mu Qing came over from the inner room. He heard that Leng Bingting was going to compete with Han Yirong and was very anxious and said, "What's going on? How could Ting'er fight with the young master of the Han family? What about your father? He doesn't care?"

Faced with the mother's doubts, Leng Bingyue and Leng Bingxi could only say nothing. Leng Yuchen looked at his wife coming out and asked his two daughters what was going on now, and walked over and said, "Madam, don't worry too much. Ting'er has no ill intentions. The young man is just competing and stopping. Besides, I also want to see Mr. Han's martial arts and see if he deserves to be with us Xian'er. Madam, don't worry, these two people will be sensible."

In the courtyard, Leng Bingting held a sword in his hand, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "Young Master Han, if you come from afar, I hope Mr. Han will not be surprised. If you hurt Mr. Han, please be sure to understand him."

Han Yirong heard Leng Bingting was so polite, bowed slightly and said, "Young Master Leng is too worried. If there is any trouble, I hope Young Master Leng will be more willing to forgive me."

After the two of them greeted each other, Leng Bingting took the lead and rushed directly towards Han Yirong and stabbed him. When Han Yirong saw Leng Bingting taking the lead, he immediately drew out the sword and responded calmly. The two of them came and went to the sword in this way, and their elegant martial arts steps were sometimes elegant and flexible, sometimes elegant and agile. This stunned the people watching.

The competition between the two opened Leng Bingyue's eyes and exclaimed involuntarily, saying, "I really didn't expect that the sixth brother's martial arts are now improved a lot, his footwork is elegant and flexible, his body shape is changing a lot, and his attack power is greatly improved, so he can gain the upper hand in a short period of time."

Leng Bingxian's attention was all on Han Yirong. Seeing Han Yirong and his younger brother gradually gaining the upper hand, she couldn't help but exclaim, "This Han Yirong is really not simple. She actually gains the upper hand in the face of such a sharp and powerful offensive as the sixth brother, and it seems that her strength should not be underestimated."

Leng Bingting found that he was gradually being suppressed by Han Yirong, and was shocked and thought: "I didn't expect that Han Yirong's sword technique is so proficient. He can be comparable to me with external force alone. It seems that there are also people who can fight martial arts in the future."

Han Yirong was also very complicated inside. He was also surprised when facing Leng Bingting's attack, thinking: "The Leng family is indeed a martial arts family in the martial arts world. Leng Bingting can have such skills at a young age. The strength of the Leng family cannot be underestimated."

Just when the war between the two sides was fierce, Leng Yuchen suddenly laughed, Leng Bingting and Han Yirong stopped fighting. Seeing Han Yirong stop, Leng Bingting quickly took the sword back to the scabbard and said, "Father, why are you laughing suddenly?"

"Father laughed at you that you were about to lose, but you still have to hold on." Leng Yuchen gently stroked his beard and said, "Han Shiniang's swordsmanship is proficient and his body skills are flawless. Although it is not a fatal move, he still hides a knife in his smile, hurting people invisibly. Ting'er, you lost completely this time."

Leng Bingting was really dissatisfied with his father praising outsiders like this, but Han Yirong took the blame and said, "The Leng family leader praised it. My nephew only learned a move and half when he was young. In addition, I may be older than the young master, so the young master will have a slight advantage over my nephew."

Han Yirong said this, which really made Leng Bingting feel unhappy, but he was indeed defeated. If his father had not been involved in it, Han Yirong would have stopped in time, and he would have lost it very badly, and he was helpless and did not face Leng Yuchen.

"If you can beat my sixth brother, it doesn't mean you can beat me Leng Bingxian." Leng Bingxian slowly walked to Han Yirong and said lightly: "The sixth brother's skills are less than 40% of mine. My Tianjue Sword Technique and Evil Sword Technique are not like this. Young Master Han, you have to be careful."
Chapter completed!