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He had brought along a group of elders, yet Xiao Meng Yue had entered the house and even before he started serving tea, he had already started to openly mock Xiao Qiufeng?    

Logically speaking, even if Xiao Mengyue was thinking this way, he should have pressed Xiao Qiufeng on behalf of Xiao Mengyu. After all, Xiao Qiufeng was still young. If he didn't make any progress after fifty years, it would be more accurate to talk about sending other clan members to replace him.    

For a moment, the corners of Xiao Mohui's mouth twitched as his face flushed red. He did not know what to say.    

Xiao Mozheng on the side, on the other hand, amiably explained: "Second Uncle, Qiu Feng is still young after all, so breaking through to the middle stage of the Lihuo Stage is a bit slow. However, cultivation does not mean everything."    

Xiao Mohui looked at his brother in surprise. He did not expect Xiao Mozheng to speak up for him, but he still continued: "Yes second uncle, calm down. I will definitely make Qiu Feng train hard this time."    

Xiao Meng Yue snorted, pointing to the group of young Xiao Clan disciples behind him: "Look, among my descendants, there are five that have entered the Triple Sun Primordial Fire before the age of 50, there is one that has entered the karmic stage, and there are two that have reached the Kui Water stage. Could it be that your son's resources are inferior to mine? Don't you feel that you have shamed our Xiao family? "    

"Second uncle, I know that you are an honorable man. My son isn't worthy, but please be patient. I believe that Qiu Feng will not disappoint you at that time." Xiao Mohui braced himself and said.    

Xiao Mengyue disdainfully said, "We've already given it to this brat for at least thirty years. Even if his cultivation isn't good enough, at least he'll have something to show off so that we old guys can have some peace of mind. Can't you just say it out loud to change our Xiao family's current weaker strength?"    

"It's fine if you didn't come today, but when you did, I saw that this brat didn't make any progress. For the greater good of the Xiao family, I'll have to follow the rest of the brothers to discuss whether the disciples from the other branches should take over his position."    

Hearing that, Xiao Mohui's face turned green, but he could not retort.    

In fact, if it wasn't because Xiao Qiufeng was disappointing, he wouldn't need to lower his status to come visit one by one and give away so many elixirs.    

However, he didn't expect that he was still unable to stop the side branch from interfering even after trying so hard.    

Yang Chen, on the other hand, felt depressed. What a mess this Xiao Qiufeng had left behind, he pretended to be Xiao Qiufeng and coincidentally ran into the side branch of the Xiao Family, so as to not affect his plan of saving Suxin.    

At this time, Xiao Mozheng suddenly interrupted, "Second Granduncle, although Qiu Feng's cultivation is not high, his talent is definitely not bad. Qiu Feng has been using the sword since he was young. I can see that his sword techniques are not ordinary, so why don't second uncle send a young disciple to compete with Qiu Feng. If Qiu Feng can win purely by sword techniques, then give Qiu Feng a chance? "    

"Second brother, you …" Xiao Mohui panicked. Compete in swordsmanship? Even though Xiao Qiufeng was using his sword, if he was lazy when training, how could his swordsmanship be anything good?    

Xiao Mozheng consoled him with a helpless look, "Big brother, there's nothing we can do about it. Second granduncle doesn't believe in Qiu Feng's talent, so we have to prove it to second granduncle.    

Qiu Feng's cultivation is inferior to any other branch Xiao Clan disciple here. Other than comparing sword techniques, there should be no other way to compete. "    

Xiao Mohui's face turned red and then white, he choked and was speechless.    

Yang Chen thought to himself, "What is Xiao Mozheng planning?" Even an idiot could guess that. If he really was Xiao Qiufeng, then everyone here would have lost. What kind of talent did Xiao Qiufeng have?    

Logically speaking, Xiao Mozheng was Xiao Mohui's little brother. If Xiao Qiufeng lost, it would bring disgrace to Xiao Mohui, and also increase Xiao Mengyu's pressure.    

Yang Chen couldn't understand it at all, so he could only give up for now.    

Xiao Mengyue's slightly wrinkled face revealed an expression that seemed as if he was forcefully suppressing his impatience, "Fine, since you're pleading for mercy for your nephew like that, I'll see what this kid's sword technique is like."    

Swordsman, the Ancestor of the Hundred Blades. Amongst the Primordial Immortals, only the Sword Immortal was the sole ruler. A cultivator with good sword techniques would definitely have good aptitude, but he would be able to come up with a few tests. "    

After he finished speaking, Xiao Meng Yue extended his hand and pointed at a Xiao family member that was closer to him.    

This young man looked very young. His skin was fair, his lips were thin, his eyebrows were fine, and he had a head full of short hair. He was quite spirited as he carried a flying sword on his back.    

"This is my third son, Xiao Yangxu. Although he is five years younger than Qiu Feng this year, he has already reached the early stage of the Kui Water, and is the most ambitious among my descendants. He is proficient in using sword kinesis, let's have him compete with Qiu Feng." Xiao Meng Yue said.    

"Second uncle, Yang Xu is an early stage Kui Water, and is only at the middle stage of the fire stage when compared to the autumn wind, isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Xiao Mozheng added.    

"No worries, I will control the genuine essence's power to be at the middle stage of the Everlasting Flame. I definitely won't hurt Big Brother Qiu Feng." A cold smile appeared on Xiao Yangxu's face.    

Xiao Mohui frowned, this young man was like an arrow that had not been unsheathed, his entire body was filled with Sword Qi, he was obviously a sword genius. Compared to such a person, his son was like a pile of dog shit!    

However, he only had one son, and if he lost miserably, his bloodline's inheritance would be extremely problematic!    

There was no retreat, what was to be done?    

"Big Brother, this matter will be dealt with sooner or later by the autumn wind. Just let the autumn wind take over." Xiao Mozheng patted his brother's shoulder.    

In Yang Chen's eyes, this scene was undoubtedly a show of force. Wasn't Xiao Mozheng the one who had brought him to this step?    

Yang Chen did not even believe that Xiao Mozheng had come here to visit, even if he was beaten to death.    

"Since Qiu Feng is going to be the Patriarch in the future, he naturally has to have the ability to suppress everyone. Only then will we be convinced, like Big Brother, who is always one level higher than us brothers.    

"I don't expect the autumn wind to surpass my descendants in a short time. As long as he can take ten moves from my family under the same cultivation level, I won't mention anything more about replacing the successor." Xiao Meng Yue said arrogantly.    

Xiao Mohui was helpless, if he were to retreat now, then Xiao Qiufeng would no longer have the qualifications to take over as the Patriarch.    

Ten moves … I hope he's lucky enough to survive.    

Xiao Mohui patted Yang Chen's shoulder and said: "Qiu Feng, focus. Don't be nervous, spar with Yang Xu."    

Yang Chen immediately imitated Xiao Qiufeng's craven appearance and said with a bitter face, "Dad, Yang Xu is a Kui Water …"    

"Bastard! You know that his cultivation is higher than yours, so why aren't you training properly? He has suppressed you to the middle stage of the Li Huo stage. What are you afraid of? Use your sword arts to deal with him!" Xiao Mohui was so angry that he wanted to slap his son.    

The group of Xiao Clan disciples from the Second Granduncle's clan all looked at him with disdain.    

Xiao Mozheng and Xiao Meng Yue looked at each other, a smile that was hard to detect appearing in their eyes.    

"Today, many elders of our family are here. Yang Xu, you can't go easy on them. Qiu Feng, you should also go all out. I think the elders should treat them fairly." Xiao Mengyue said loudly.    

The group of elders who came with Xiao Mohui naturally all agreed. They knew that Xiao Qiufeng almost had no chance to take over the Patriarch's seat, but they didn't expect that there would be people who couldn't wait anymore and wanted to cause trouble.    

"Big Brother Qiufeng, please." Xiao Yangxu's eyes were full of contempt, and he respectfully invited Ye Zichen to go.    

Yang Chen pretended to be scared, imitating Xiao Qiufeng's role to the bone, while secretly laughing in his heart. This acting was really an art form.    

When everyone saw "Xiao Qiufeng" on stage, they all shook their heads and sighed.    

Xiao Yangxu held his head high and stuck his chest out. The sword behind Qiu Hong's back flew out with a "whoosh" sound. Sword-light sparkled in the air as sword qi swirled around and revealed its edge.    

Big Brother Qiu Feng, this kite of mine is only a medium-grade flying sword, and its speed is only fast and sharp. I heard that Big Brother has a high-grade flying sword wood spirit that can gather wood spirit energy. Xiao Yangxu shouted and it was no different from telling everyone that not only did his cultivation level drop, but his flying sword was also inferior to Yang Chen's.    

Yang Chen just found out that the sword was called the wood spirit and it hadn't been used yet, but it didn't matter. He took it out from his space ring and put on an act, waving it around a few times like a Taiji sword. Actually, this only served to confuse the crowd, making them think that he was out of place.    

"What kind of sword technique is this? Is he preparing to fight against Yang Xu's Imperial Sword Technique with a flying sword in his hand?"    

Some were muttering to themselves while others were trying their best to hold in their laughter, preparing to see the young master of the Xiao family make a fool of himself.