After rebirth, I will no longer be the Holy Son of this sect

There is a tea garden in the back mountain of Qingyang Sword Sect, where a lot of Lingwu tea is grown.

It is said that the mother tree of Lingwu Tea was planted by the founder of Qingyang Sword Sect himself. The Lingwu Tea made from the tea leaves picked from the mother tree is the best Lingwu Tea with the best effect.

There are not many mother tree tea leaves, and the top-grade Lingwu tea can only be enjoyed by the sect master, two elders, and the Holy Son.

Why does Qin Fei have the best Lingwu tea?

Of course it was given to him by his junior sister Jiang Ting.

At this time, Xiao Yang descended to the top of Qingyang Mountain on a flying sword, and countless disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect were instantly excited to the extreme.

Wherever Xiao Yang passed, everyone made way for him.

"Greetings, Master, and the two elders!"

Xiao Yang came to Jiang Qitian and others and bowed.

"This is Li Daozhen, the senior sword immortal of the Fuyao Sword Sect, Senior Li!"

Jiang Qitian introduced.

"I've met Senior Li!"

Xiao Yang saluted Li Daozhen who was sitting beside him.

"Are you Xiao Yang?"

Li Daozhen put down the teacup and looked at Xiao Yang.

I saw that this boy was dressed in white, with a slender figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but he had a good appearance.

"I am Xiao Yang."

Xiao Yang replied.

"Don't waste time. Come up and fight if you have the guts."

At this time, on the sword-fighting arena, Li Xingyao was getting impatient.

"Haha, my disciple is a little impatient. How about you two spar first?"

Li Daozhen smiled.

Although Xiao Yang was arrogant and had not arrived for a long time, upon seeing him, Li Daozhen realized that Xiao Yang had an extraordinary bearing and was definitely not comparable to Qin Fei, Lei Renjie and the like.

A person's temperament cannot be hidden.

Xiao Yang gave Li Daozhen the feeling of a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, washed away all the dross and smoothed out his edges.

How old is he? How can he have such a temperament?

Especially his eyes, clear and deep.

Li Daozhen never dreamed that the person in front of him was a person with thousands of years of memories and experiences from his previous life.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yang turned around and looked towards the sword-fighting arena in the center of the square.

"Li Xingyao..."

Xiao Yang looked at the figure on the sword-fighting stage from a distance with a deep gaze.

This woman is a legend in the North.

Unfortunately, he ended up in a miserable state.

Xiao Yang couldn't help but feel regretful when he thought of Li Xingyao's ending in her previous life.

A peerless beauty, a sword master of his time, but her death was so unjust.

Xiao Yang was about to fly onto the sword-fighting arena.

"Big Brother, wait a moment."

At this moment, Junior Sister Jiang Ting came over with a teacup.

Xiao Yang turned around.

The junior sister has come to me.

"Big Brother, I, Junior Sister, will offer you tea instead of wine. I wish you victory in this battle and spread the prestige of our Qingyang Sword Sect!"

Jiang Ting looked at Xiao Yang with a smile on her face.

Xiao Yang stared at Jiang Ting in a daze, feeling extremely upset.

In my previous life, it was this cup of tea that caused me to lose miserably.

After living a new life, his junior sister Jiang Ting handed the cup of tea to him again.

Xiao Yang subconsciously looked outside the square, and his eyes collided with Qin Fei's in the pavilion.

Qin Fei's eyes flickered and he lowered his gaze.

Xiao Yang withdrew his gaze.

Qin Fei, oh Qin Fei, do you still want to use my junior sister to harm me in this life?

"Big Brother, are you still angry with my younger sister?"

Jiang Ting frowned when she saw Xiao Yang didn't take her tea.

"Don't be so stingy, Big Brother!"

Jiang Ting said coquettishly.

In his previous life, whenever Jiang Ting acted like a spoiled child, he would be helpless and would be completely defeated in front of her.

Xiao Yang looked at Jiang Ting deeply, then reached out and picked up the cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"I wish that Big Brother will win the battle and spread the prestige of our sect."

The disciples around him started shouting.

Qin Fei, who was in the pavilion outside the square, was excited and thrilled when he saw Xiao Yang drink the cup of Lingwu tea.

Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, I lost, so don’t even think about winning!

On the sword-fighting stage, Li Xingyao held the sword and looked at Xiao Yang quietly.

Xiao Yang suddenly threw the teacup to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

He then flew up, flew through the air, and landed gently on the sword-fighting arena like a fallen leaf.

Xiao Yang walked slowly to the opposite side of Li Xingyao and stood still.

Everyone looked at the two figures on the sword-fighting stage nervously.

"Master Jiang, your eldest disciple is no ordinary person!"

Li Daozhen looked at Xiao Yang on the sword-fighting stage calmly.

Her intuition was correct; this boy would be a strong opponent for her apprentice.

Five months later, the Jiazi Competition, which is held every sixty years in the North, will begin.

This is a grand event for the entire North.

This is related to the status of the Fuyao Sword Sect in the northern border.

Li Daozhen took his beloved disciple Li Xingyao down the mountain to travel, actually just to establish his authority.

She just wanted to tell everyone that her disciple Li Xingyao was the number one genius in the North.

She just wanted to tell everyone that the status of the Fuyao Sword Sect was unshakable.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you're joking. How can a disciple like me compare to your beloved disciple? As long as I don't lose too badly, I'll be content."

Jiang Qitian was in a heavy mood.

The opponent came to the door and he had to fight back.

The fighting power that Li Xingyao had shown before was really too incredible.

Although Xiao Yang is very strong, there is probably still a big gap between him and Li Xingyao.

The two elders' expressions were not so good either.

The other party just wants to step on their Qingyang Sword Sect and show off the power of his Fuyao Sword Sect.

Li Daozhen smiled, said nothing, picked up the Lingwu tea on the tea table next to him and took a sip.

At this time, the square was silent.

All the disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect looked nervously at the two figures on the sword-fighting stage.

Qin Fei looked coldly at Xiao Yang on the sword-fighting stage.

Today, Xiao Yang was destined to lose miserably.

"This rebellious son... I hope he can defeat that so-called Fuyao Saint."

Father Xiao Zhenshan murmured as he looked at his son on the sword-fighting stage.

"Brother Xiaofei, my brother will definitely help you get revenge."

Xiao Yue stayed beside Qin Fei.

Qin Fei sneered in his heart. These people were too stupid and too easy to deceive.

"You beat Qin Fei so badly, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you in the future?"

Xiao Yang looked at Li Xingyao opposite him and suddenly chuckled.

"Just him? Dare you retaliate against me?"

Li Xingyao didn't take Qin Fei seriously at all. He didn't care about his innate Taoist body or cultivation genius. He was just a waste who couldn't even draw his sword.

"It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain."

Xiao Yang reminded.

"Oh? Isn't he your junior fellow apprentice? Why do you want me to be wary of him?"

Li Xingyao asked curiously.

"Because he's annoying."

Xiao Yang said expressionlessly.

"Stop talking nonsense and take action!"

Li Xingyao doesn't care whether Qin Fei is annoying or not, it's none of her business anyway.

"Okay, today I will experience the Fuyao Sword and the Star-Picking Hand of the Fuyao Sword School!"

As Xiao Yang spoke, he raised his right hand slightly, and a small lightsaber immediately appeared in his palm.

This is his flying sword.

"So fast!"

Li Xingyao felt a chill in her heart when she saw this.

Jiang Qitian, Li Daozhen and others' eyes also lit up.

Xiao Yang's control over the flying sword has reached the point where he can use it as easily as his own arm?

If he takes one more step forward, won't he be able to cultivate the sword intent?

Sword intent is a realm of swordsmanship that can only be mastered by sword practitioners in the Divine Martial Realm.

Jiang Qitian and Li Daozhen are both sword cultivators in the Divine Martial Realm.

But they were surprised to find that they could not see Xiao Yang's level of cultivation.

"Be careful!"

As Xiao Yang spoke, he waved his right hand, and the flying sword in his palm immediately turned into a sword rainbow and pierced through Li Xingyao opposite him.

The extremely sharp sword light seemed to cut through the void in an instant, making a low sound of breaking through the air, and instantly pierced in front of Li Xingyao.

The cold sword energy spread out from the sword-fighting arena. The disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect around the arena felt a chill sweeping over them and were all shocked.

The two great sword geniuses finally fought each other.

Everyone was extremely nervous.

You know, this battle is related to the reputation of the two major sword sects.