Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 19 Teasing
"Just in time?" Xiao Ning was stunned. He never expected the other party to give such a strange answer.

For some reason, Xiao Yan in front of him had a smile on his face. According to his previous personality, it was absolutely impossible for him to show such an expression.

Thinking of the rumors circulating among the younger generation of the clan, Xiao Ning's face showed a hint of pity. He said, "Cousin Xiao Yan, I heard from some clan members that you've been experiencing a great shock recently and have been experiencing some kind of hallucinations. You often talk to yourself. I didn't believe it at first, but seeing you like this, I'm a little concerned about your mental state."

After saying this, he glanced at the open sack not far away, and his thoughts became more certain.

"Also, cousin Xiao Yan, haven't you heard the saying that biting off more than you can chew? That sack of low-level yellow-grade fighting skills isn't a good choice for cultivation. Do you need me to help you find some higher-level fighting skills?"

"Really? Thank you so much for your concern, cousin Xiao Ning." Xiao Yan seemed not to notice the sarcasm in the other party's words and agreed directly.

"In that case, I'd like to ask Cousin Xiao Ning to help me choose a high-level yellow-level fighting skill, preferably a close combat type, as I need it urgently."

The smile on Xiao Yan's face became even wider, and he even had some of Hun Ruoruo's charm.

Since the other party has come to me on his own initiative, how can I not take the opportunity to vent the frustration of being teased for so long?
Moreover, he had to admit that it was quite interesting to put the opponent in a difficult position like this.
"High-level?!" As expected, Xiao Ning's eyelids twitched and his voice changed tone.

Even though he was the grandson of the great elder and a key figure in the family, he only had two volumes of Huang-level high-level fighting skills. Xiao Yan asked for one volume, and specifically asked for a close combat type.
Do you think of Xiao Ning as a boy who brings wealth?
Xiao Ning's face instantly became gloomy as he failed to steal the chicken and ended up losing the rice.

He took a breath and managed to force a smile back, "Oh, haha, cousin Xiao Yan really loves to joke around. With your third-stage Dou Qi cultivation, it's too advanced and difficult to learn. I advise you not to aim too high."

After saying this, his face gradually regained its composure and he put on a concerned look again.

"It's written all over your face, but you still keep acting like a troublemaker. How boring!"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan sighed inwardly with some boredom.

People who are too naive but try hard to pretend may not realize it themselves, but in the eyes of others, they will only appear extremely funny and stupid.

Xiao Ning is obviously a good example.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised in a sarcastic arc, and Xiao Yan was too lazy to flatter the other party anymore. After all, he never expected Xiao Ning to really be able to produce a high-level yellow-grade fighting skill.

"The purpose of your doing this is nothing more than to attract Xun'er's attention, right?"

Regaining his usual lazy expression, Xiao Yan said calmly, "You can even get yourself into a hypocritical act. Aren't you stupid?"

Xiao Ning, who had been forcing himself to smile, became completely gloomy after being mercilessly mocked. He simply tore off his face and sneered, "Xiao Yan, you've really changed into a sharp-tongued persona after going insane. Since you have such a strong opinion of me, how about..."

"How about we have a fight?"

"What's the point of joining in the conversation? Do you dare?" Xiao Ning was suddenly interrupted, but he didn't get angry anymore and continued to use provocation.

In his opinion, Xiao Yan was just a useless guy with only three levels of fighting spirit who didn't even know any fighting skills. No matter whether he agreed or not, he would definitely lose face today.

As long as he loses face in front of Xun'er, all the humiliation he suffered before will be worth it.
"Okay, is it just a sparring match?" Xiao Yan looked a little hesitant.

"When family members compete with each other, they naturally stop at a certain point. You don't have to worry about this. I will show mercy to you, cousin, and I won't turn you into a disabled person."

Xiao Ning was overjoyed, and the hostility in his tone was reduced a little, for fear that the other party would see any flaws.

It seemed as if he heard a very faint sneer. When Xiao Ning looked at Xiao Yan again, the other party was already walking slowly towards the training ground.

"It must be an illusion, right?" Xiao Ning thought to himself, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.

Recalling the previous family test results, he shook his head and dispelled the strange thoughts in his mind.

In just one month, even if this kid changes his mind a lot, he won't be able to improve much!
In the training ground, the battle between Xiao Yan and Xiao Ning attracted many family members who were already in the fighting hall. Some people even put down their fighting skills or training and turned to watch this battle with a huge difference in strength.

On one side is the family's seed member, Xiao Ning, who had just broken through to the eighth level of fighting spirit some time ago.

On one side is the family's fallen genius, Xiao Yan, who had just fallen to the third level of Dou Qi some time ago.

The gap in strength was too great, so everyone wasn't actually there to see who would win. They simply wanted to see how miserable Xiao Yan, who hadn't sparred in three years, would be in his first battle.

Except for Xun'er who helped Xiao Yan guard the big sack.

Secretly clenching her fists, Xun'er shouted in Xiao Yan's direction: "Brother Xiao Yan, come on!"

Soon, when Xun'er said that she supported Xiao Yan, many people around who supported Xiao Ning changed their minds and supported Xiao Yan, their expressions changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book, so Xiao Yan was not completely without support.

With Xun'er's help, the support rate of both sides changed from 10:1 to 8:2.
"Cousin, you better be careful."

Looking at Xiao Yan standing casually in front of him, Xiao Ning could no longer conceal the jealousy on his face. He smiled coldly and clenched his fists.

Invisible waves came, rolling up the dust on the ground and swirling around him.

Seeing no reaction from the other party, Xiao Ning frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Yan, I know that with your weak third-stage fighting spirit, you can't yet form momentum, but if you don't resist, even if I hold back, I'm afraid you will inevitably suffer hidden injuries."

Of course, he didn't really care about Xiao Yan, but this was just a private exchange after all. If Xiao Yan really suffered any hidden injuries before his coming-of-age ceremony, even with his status as the grandson of the eldest elder, he would probably not be able to withstand the wrath from Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Ning obviously doesn't have the courage to show off his own future.

"Are you going to fight or not?" Xiao Yan's face was calm, as if he didn't hear what Xiao Ning said at all.

"You!" Xiao Ning's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he said, "You are defenseless. If you get hurt, you can't blame me!"

After saying that, he stomped the ground hard and rushed towards Xiao Yan.

On the way forward, Xiao Ning continuously transmitted the fighting spirit in his body through his meridians and gathered it in his right palm. The next moment, a faint airflow emerged and completely enveloped Xiao Ning's right palm.

Looking at Xiao Yan getting closer and closer, Xiao Ning gritted his teeth, no longer hesitated, and attacked the opponent's chest directly.

"Low-level Yellow-rank Fighting Skill: Stone-piercing Hand!"

(End of this chapter)