There is still one month left until the Jiazi Competition held every sixty years in the North.

The Qingyang Sword Sect decided to hold a sect competition to determine the candidates for the Jiazi Competition.

When Sect Master Jiang Qitian announced the holding of a sect competition, the entire sect was in an uproar.

When Xiao Yang got the news, he felt disgusted.

When he learned about the sect's shocking deception, the only remaining affection he had for his master Jiang Qitian was worn away.

Who would have thought that the leader of the Qingyang Sword Sect would be such a sanctimonious guy.

Throughout the Qingyang Sword Sect, countless disciples were deceived by their leader.

Just when all the younger generation of disciples were gearing up to make a splash in the sect competition, Xiao Yang returned to the Qingyang Secret Realm.

With Song Qiang helping him look after the Saint's Palace, Jiang Ting and the others would not dare to have any ideas about attacking the Saint's Palace.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

The sword guard was so happy to see Xiao Yang.

After Xiao Yang lost his wife, he was bored to death because no one practiced swordplay or drank with him.

"I missed you!"

Xiao Yang smiled.

"I don't trust you!"

The old man guarding the sword naturally would not believe Xiao Yang's nonsense.

"Let's fight first!"

The sword-guarding old man said this and stabbed Xiao Yang with his sword.

The extremely sharp sword light tore through the void and instantly pierced Xiao Yang's chest.

"Well done!"

Xiao Yang shouted loudly, raised his right sword fingers together, and then pointed forward.

His sword finger accurately touched the tip of the sword light stabbing from the old sword guardian.

“Buzz!”

The power of the two swords exploded instantly.

The old man guarding the sword flew out backwards.

Xiao Yang also retreated several steps.

"You are..."

The sword-guarding old man stared at Xiao Yang, a sword rainbow swirling around him.

The sharp sword light cut through the void, making a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

"It doesn't look like Qingyang Sword Technique at all!"

The old man guarding the sword was puzzled.

"This is my sword!"

Xiao Yang raised the corners of his mouth, then he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the whole person flew into the air, and instantly arrived above the head of the sword-guarding old man.

"Your sword?"

The old man guarding the sword was shocked when he heard this.

He couldn't believe it. How old was Xiao Yang? How could he have discovered his own father?

How is this possible?

He knew very well how difficult it was for a person to carve out a life of his own.

"Nine Suns in the Sky!"

Xiao Yang used the killing hand of Qingyang Sword Art.

He attacked with all his strength.

With the sound of a sword, nine balls of brilliant sword light appeared in the sky.

Nine balls of sword light followed his sword finger and pressed down on the old man guarding the sword below, and then the nine balls of sword light fell towards the old man guarding the sword.

The sword energy waves that emanated from the nine sword lights caused the surrounding void to ripple like transparent water waves.

"It's that trick again!"

The sword-guarding old man smiled, and he also waved his right hand, and nine balls of sword light appeared in the void.

"Bang!"

The two sword forces collided instantly.

Everything within a ten-foot radius was cut into millions of pieces by the exploding sword energy.

The two men moved quickly and started fighting.

Xiao Yang fought with all his strength and had a great fight with the old man guarding the sword.

He tried his best and tried his best to stimulate his potential. After a battle, his cultivation level finally took that step forward and broke through to the peak of the Tianwu realm.

At this moment, he holds the Futian Sword Technique in his hands and possesses the tenth-level sword intent, making him invincible among those of the same level.

The old sword guardian was very depressed because when he suppressed his cultivation to the Tianwu realm, he could not defeat Xiao Yang at all.

Xiao Yang came back here, but he didn't plan to stay long.

The sect competition was so grand, how could he not participate?

"You are really shocking, kid."

After the two had a fierce battle, they began to drink happily under the sword platform.

The old man guarding the sword got a sheep from somewhere and roasted it whole.

Big bowl of wine, big bites of meat, in one word: "Great!".

"You little brat, we won't go home until we're drunk today!"

The sword-guarding old man was very happy.

"Old man, be more careful!"

Xiao Yang looked at the old man guarding the sword, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he sighed and said nothing.

"What did you say?"

The sword-guarding old man looked at Xiao Yang blankly.

"Nothing, come, drink!"

Xiao Yang then picked up the wine bowl and clinked it with the bowl in the sword-guarding old man's hand. Then he began to drink from it in big gulps, finishing the whole bowl of wine in one breath.

"good!"

The old man guarding the sword gave Xiao Yang a thumbs up and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

"Come again!"

Xiao Yang was depressed and just wanted to get drunk.

The old man guarding the sword seemed to have the same idea in mind.

Before long, they were all tipsy.

When Xiao Yang left the secret realm, he was in high spirits.

Because his cultivation level had broken through to the peak of the Tianwu realm.

The great enemy in his previous life was now nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

…

"when!"

As the sun rises, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the top of Qingyang Mountain, a bell rings, and the sound echoes among the mountains.

Soon, Qingyang Mountain became lively.

Countless Qingyang Sword Sect disciples began to gather towards the Qingyang Hall at the top of Qingyang Mountain.

In the square in front of Qingyang Palace, the fencing arena has been erected.

Sect leader Jiang Qitian, transmission elder Cang Xiao, and law enforcement elder Lei Lie also sat in the seats in front of the hall.

In addition to the three giants, the Qingyang Sword Sect also has other elders and their descendants.

Such as Elder Fang Tang of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

Elder Qinglian who is in charge of Spiritual Medicine Valley.

The ancient elder who manages the library.

These are the five elders of Qingyang Sword Sect.

When Xiao Yang arrived, countless Qingyang Sword Sect disciples had already gathered in the square.

Everyone was excited.

You know, the sect competition is their chance to stand out.

"I've met Master and all the elders!"

Xiao Yang bowed to the sect leader Jiang Qitian and the elders, and then sat down on the Holy Son's Seat below the sect leader's throne.

Jiang Qitian immediately announced the start of the sect competition.

Everyone was eager to try, but for a moment no one dared to step onto the fencing stage.

The rules of the sect competition are actually very simple; the real test will be revealed on the sword fighting stage.

As long as you win two consecutive rounds on the fencing stage, you can come down to rest and then go back to the fencing stage again.

Those who lose two rounds in a row will be eliminated and will not be eligible to compete again.

In a duel of swords, it is strictly forbidden to use dirty tricks.

Of course, under the watchful eyes of all the elders, who would dare to use dirty tricks?

"If no one else is going, I'll go."

Just as everyone was hesitating, a man strode out from the crowd.

When Xiao Yang saw this person, he was a little surprised. This person was Lin Wangchuan, the eldest disciple of Elder Gu Feng who managed the library.

Lin Wangchuan is an outlier in the sect. He is like a child who will never grow up and usually plays crazy in the mountains.

His master, Elder Gu Feng, didn't care about him and let him mess around in the mountains.

At this time, Lin Wangchuan had already leapt onto the fencing stage.

Everyone was surprised to see that it was Lin Wangchuan.

This is a sect competition, not a place for Lin Wangchuan to make trouble.

"Come on, come on, who of you wants to fight me?"

Lin Wangchuan put his hands on his waist and yelled at the people below the fencing arena.

Lin Wangchuan was a naughty boy who only knew how to play all day long. It seemed that he had never practiced cultivation. In the eyes of his fellow disciples, he was just a fool who often chased birds and beasts in the mountains and played with them.

Everyone was eager to try.

He's just a piece of trash. Isn't it easy to defeat him?

"I'll come meet you."

A loud shout was heard, and then a figure stepped out from the crowd and jumped onto the fencing stage.

He is the fourth junior brother Wang Ao.

When Wang Ao went to Qingyang Mountain to ask Li Xingyao for the sword, Li Xingyao defeated him with just one move.

During this time, he practiced very hard, and his cultivation level was about to break through to the Half-Step Heavenly Martial Realm.

Isn't it easy to defeat Lin Wangchuan?

Those who hesitated and did not act immediately regretted it.

However, is Lin Wangchuan really weak?

Is he really a piece of trash?

Xiao Yang raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

Wang Ao is in big trouble.

Without further ado, the two started fighting.

The swords suddenly became powerful on the fencing stage.

The Qingyang Sword Sect disciples who were watching from the audience were all watching this scene nervously.

Wang Ao's flying sword turned into a giant bird surrounded by flames and flew towards Lin Wangchuan. The sword energy was like mercury, penetrating every hole.

This is the art of controlling the sword with Qi and transforming the sword Qi into shape. It is a sword-wielding magical power that can only be displayed by those at the peak of the magical power realm.

A swordsman at the Divine Power Realm uses his own vital energy to perform the sword energy transformation technique, but his own vital energy will be consumed quickly, so he cannot last long.

If Wang Ao's cultivation level breaks through to the Tianwu realm, he will be able to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into himself. The power of his sword moves will increase tenfold, and the rate at which his own vitality is consumed will also be greatly reduced.

"Haha, sword energy taking shape? I can do that too, Tiger Come!"

Lin Wangchuan laughed loudly.

The next moment, a phantom of a fierce tiger suddenly rushed out from Lin Wangchuan's body and rushed towards the giant flaming bird opposite.

The sword is mighty and domineering.