I Am An Authentic Immortal, But I Am A Big Villain

Chapter 270 Brothers Showdown

As in the past, Xiao Teng once again came to the training ground.

Seeing Xiao Teng with a stern face, all the young children of the Xiao family retreated one after another, and some even chose to slip away directly.

They were afraid of this person, and they came to them for a fight if they had nothing to do. The other party was of higher status than them, and it was difficult for them to refuse.

It's normal for someone to slip away, all of them with bruised noses and swollen faces, can they not slip away?

Looking at these people, no one dared to look at him. Xiao Teng has been suppressed for so many years, and now he is released, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Tsk! Are you still the children of the Xiao family? You hate cultivation so much?

Fighting is also a part of cultivation, how can one not want to practice because of fear of pain? "

After a few words, many people cursed inwardly.

If it wasn't for you, a guy who came to discuss with us when you have nothing to do, why would we hide in such fear?

"Hmph! Xiao Teng, why are you so arrogant? If you have the ability, you can challenge Xiao Ze! What's the point of always looking for us?"

One of them touched his bruised face. whispered softly.

He also only dared to mutter in a low voice, absolutely not daring to utter nonsense.

After being heard and dragged up to compete, I'm afraid there will be more bruises on my body.

After a while, seeing that no one accepted the invitation to compete with own, Xiao Teng was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Trash! I'll fight you."

This familiar voice, this familiar tone, who else could it be except Xiao Ze.

Now there is only Xiao Ze in the family, and he blatantly calls Xiao Teng a waste.

No matter what people say, they are still two brothers. They can't be compared.

Xiao Teng, who was about to leave, stopped slightly, turned his head and glanced at Xiao Ze who was already standing on the training ground.

Then he turned around slowly, put his hands behind his back, and stared at Xiao Ze with burning eyes.

"Little Brother, I don't want to argue with you. If I go on now, I don't care about it."

He actually is not worried that he can't beat Xiao Ze, but simply doesn't want to fight him.

For this Little Brother, he still endured many times, and never forgot his mother's words before she died.

"I'm not interested in fighting you."

After leaving these words, Xiao Teng was ready to leave.

But at this time, the group of people watching the play below booed.

"Tch! You can only bully and bully us. When you meet Xiao Ze, you don't even dare to fart!"

"That's right! He's just a coward, he can only bully us!"

"Hmph! Bullying the weak and fearing the strong!"

...

There were bursts of ear-piercing sounds, and Xiao Teng's original forward steps suddenly stopped.

He is no longer who he was before, so there is no need to endure the unhappiness in his heart.

Isn't it just to fight?

The big deal is to hit it!

He, Xiao Teng, has never been afraid of anyone!

Turning around suddenly, Xiao Teng said with a cold face.

"Okay! Since you want to fight, I'll give you a face and give you a chance to fight with me."

He wanted everyone present to understand that he was the orthodox young master of the Xiao family, and no one else, including his Little Brother, was.

Seeing that Xiao Teng accepted the own challenge, Xiao Ze's face was slightly happy, and he said in a deep voice.

"That's what you said!"

"I speak, and naturally it counts."

Afterwards, the two came to the arena and stood facing each other from left to right.

"Xiao Teng, don't think that you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me if you can practice again, I can tell you absolutely not!

I have cultivated much longer than you, how can you compare with me! "

A cold voice sounded, and Xiao Ze instantly pulled out his own artifact, the Chiyang Sword.

A Flare Expanding Aperture.

Xiao Ze's whole body was wrapped in flames, as if a raging fire was burning.

Chiyang Battle Soul Art!

This is the Cultivation Technique practiced by Xiao Ze. Whenever he uses the Chiyang Battle Soul Art, his whole body will be covered in red.

"Hmph! My stupid Little Brother, do you think I'm still the same as before? Let me show you now, my real strength!"

"ha!!"

Spirit Devouring Technique!

A dark golden Spiritual Qi instantly enveloped Xiao Teng, exuding a very strong aura.

The younger generation of the Xiao family who were watching the battle below were shocked after feeling this momentum.

"This is... Sensing Dao middle stage?!"

"This guy actually broke through again!"

"When did the breakthrough happen, so fast?"

...

They were all shocked that Xiao Teng had already broken through to the middle stage of the Sensing Dao Realm. It was obviously only the early stage before, and only a few days have passed now.

And the person who was most shocked was naturally Xiao Ze.

He could feel a little oppressive feeling coming from his body, Xiao Teng unexpectedly surpassed himself in Cultivation Base without realizing it.

"impossible!"

Xiao Ze was unwilling to believe this was true for a while.

Of course he didn't want to believe it, how could he accept that his own rival's strength suddenly surpassed his own.

"Hmph! Don't think that you can suppress me like this! The Chiyang Battle Soul Art I practiced and my Chiyang Body echo each other, and with the Chiyang Sword in my hand, I will not lose to you!"

A fire flashed in Xiao Ze's eyes, he didn't think he had lost now.

Whether you win or lose, you can only know if you have played, and no one knows before you have played!

"drink!"

Xiao Ze has heard before that Xiao Teng's Fist Technique is very powerful.

Naturally, Xiao Teng couldn't be given a chance to use Fist Technique, Xiao Ze stepped on one of them suddenly, and went straight to Xiao Teng in an instant.

The Red Sun Sword seemed to echo the red Spirit Power on his body, blending together perfectly.

"Well done!"

A golden light flashed in Xiao Teng's eyes, he had long wanted to teach his arrogant Little Brother a lesson.

I just didn't want to do that before, but now that the Little Brother has already taken the initiative, then you don't have to be polite.

The fist wrapped in the dark golden Spirit Power suddenly blasted out, Xiao Teng was not afraid of the collision at all.

"clang!!"

The collision of the fist and the Chiyang Sword, the collision of the dark golden Spirit Power and the red Spirit Power, a powerful wave of energy spread out.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!..."

In an instant, the two sides had already engaged in several moves, and every fierce attack by Xiao Ze could be neutralized by Xiao Teng's pair of dark golden fists.

However, the Chiyang Sword is still a divine weapon, Xiao Teng is not powerful enough to fortify the power of a divine weapon.

Every time, a large amount of Spirit Power must be used to protect own fists, so as not to be pierced by the Chiyang Sword.

But even so, there were still some small cuts in Xiao Teng's fists.

These openings were all caused by Chiyang Sword.

Xiao Ze suddenly swung his sword.

"Chiyang... Qianjun!"

Under the blessing of the red Spirit Power, the Chiyang Sword instantly turned into a large sword several meters long, and swept it fiercely.

Being cut in the middle by this sword, I am afraid that the whole person will be cut in half.

"Hmph!! Naive!"

"Holy Spirit Fist... heavy pressure!"

A huge golden fist descended from the sky and smashed hard on the red sword.

"boom!!"