Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

It was already dark when they returned to Yueyunshan Sect. Xie Jingshu felt his legs were weak from walking with them, so he changed his clothes and fell asleep.

The next day, Xie Jingshu practiced swordplay in the courtyard behind his bedroom. To be more precise, he used a flute instead. His clear and icy sound was as clear as his dragon body.

He has infinite power, but he doesn't use swordsmanship much on weekdays, except for teaching Mu Qinghan.

It has been a long time since I last practiced. It was sunrise time. After practicing for a while, Xie Jingshu felt a little hot, so he took off his heavy outer robe.

She took off her hair crown and tied her hair with a simple silk ribbon. Her middle coat fluttered in the cold wind.

Each move is as standard as if it came out of a painting. The moves are strong and soft, like a dragon emerging from water, one dot after another, one opening after another.

Mu Qinghan called out a few times outside, and Ye Fengci opened the door, "Where's the Master?"

"Master is not here," Ye Fengci closed the door again and went straight to the backyard. Xie Jingshu was so absorbed in his practice that he didn't notice someone not far away.

Those moves were not found in ordinary sword books. Mu Qinghan opened his eyes wide.

His eyes were full of admiration for Xie Jingshu, and his head kept leaning forward, wanting to get closer.

At this time, Qingyin created several splashes on the water surface, which frightened Mu Qinghan.

Xie Jingshu finally turned around and saw Ye Fengci, whose whole body was shining with golden light in the sun. "Ye Fengci, come here,"

Ye Fengci didn't expect Xie Jingshu to call him, and he was a little distracted. Xie Jingshu called him again, and Ye Fengci flew away.

Considering that Ye Fengci is now sixteen years old and is also the legendary strongest fighter in the world, Xie Jingshu has long wanted to compete with him. "Master, you called me?"

"Compete with me," Xie Jingshu held Qingyin's hand, and Ye Fengci shook his head.

"I can't beat Master," Xie Jingshu snorted, "You know whether I can beat him or not."

In his previous life, he was completely defeated by Ye Fengci. He was no match for Ye Fengci's Heavenly Sword's attack and all his spiritual power was directly destroyed by the Heavenly Sword.

In addition to feeling disappointed, he was still unwilling to accept the defeat and was determined to fight Ye Fengci again. Ye Fengci still said, "No, I can't beat you."

"Ten moves for you,"

"...." Ye Fengci still didn't want to fight him, "I can't beat him."

"Twenty," Xie Jingshu stretched out his hand and typed another number, but Ye Fengci still hesitated.

Xie Jingshu said, "I'll count to three. If you don't do it, don't talk to me anymore."

"No, no," Ye Fengci really fell for it, and the Heavenly Sword soon appeared in his hand.

Xie Jingshu asked, "Where is the sword I found in the North Sea last time? Why are you still using a knife?"

Ye Fengci said, "It's fake, throw it away?" "Fake?" Xie Jingshu was shocked.

"Fake," Ye Fengci didn't take it seriously. He felt that the knife was more domineering and majestic than the sword.

As the two of them were asking and answering each other, Ye Fengci's knife went straight to Xie Jingshu, avoiding his vital points. Xie Jingshu stepped on his toes and jumped several feet high.

He kicked away Ye Fengci's knife. Qingyin attacked again and Ye Fengci retreated a few steps.

The long knife flew out, but Xie Jingshu was not panicked at all. His waist formed a downward arc in the air, and he supported himself with his wrists and kicked the knife back.

Her figure quickly flashed behind Ye Fengci, and Qingyin pressed against his neck.

Standing Ye Fengci was a head shorter than Xie Jingshu. He leaned against Ye Fengci.

"What are you thinking about?"

"No, no." Xie Jingshu's body had a somewhat cold fragrance. Because of the distance between them, Ye Fengci could smell it particularly clearly. Thinking of New Year's Eve,

Changing clothes for Xie Jingshu, his waist was so thin that it could not be grasped with one hand, and his heart surged with emotion when thinking about the action just now. Xie Jingshu did not intend to let him go.

Obviously this guy didn't mean it, this was bullying the weak, "Hit hard, you lose,"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fengci had already moved behind Xie Jingshu and held his waist tightly with one hand, "Master, I didn't lose."

Xie Jingshu was hugged so hard that he couldn't breathe. "You just lost,"

Ye Fengci smiled, "Okay, Master won, Master is the most powerful,"

Xie Jingshu felt unhappy again, "Fight again," and he activated Qingyin's powerful Xuanbing Spiritual Flow. Ye Fengci's mouth twitched.

"Master, are you serious?" One is most afraid of cold, the other is most afraid of heat, and the other's special moves are specifically designed to counter the other's special moves.

"Stop talking nonsense," Xie Jingshu turned around and forced Ye Fengci back a few steps.

Then he jumped up from the ground, and a black icy light flashed before Ye Fengci's eyes. Ye Fengci stepped back to avoid it, and injected the spiritual flow into the knife, which suddenly emitted a brilliant flame.

It soared into the air and flew towards Xie Jingshu. The black ice and the sky sword exploded in the air.

The two artifacts had not yet exerted their greatest power. Ice and fire continued to explode as they fought, neither side yielding a single move.

Because of the intense fight, Xie Jingshu's hairband, which was not tied very tightly to begin with, fell off, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.

It was so breathtakingly beautiful that Ye Fengci felt hot all over and all the blood in his body was gathering.

After a while, Ye Fengci no longer had the energy to appreciate this beautiful painting. Whether it was Xuanbing or martial arts, Xie Jingshu was better than him.

Xuan Bing brushed past his hair several times. "Master, are you serious?"

Ye Fengci was distressed. He didn't want to fight Xie Jingshu again.

No matter what the reason was, Xie Jingshu had never fought with him at this time in his previous life, so he must try in this life.

He doesn't usually fight with others, but he wants to see what this legendary strongest fighter in the world is like.

"Fight seriously," Xie Jingshu said, pointing his clear voice directly at Ye Fengci.

The several-meter-long black ice reached Ye Fengci's neck. The Heavenly Sword, blazing with fire, swung and broke the black ice, causing it to melt and drip water.

"Master, please stop fighting," Ye Fengci almost begged. Xie Jingshu had already been overwhelmed by the battle.

Fengyan, who usually looked noble and cold, now had lust. A corner of his shirt was on fire. He was a little angry, "Give me back my clothes!"

Ye Fengci felt itchy in his heart because of his resentful and angry tone. Qingyin came towards him again, and the black ice on it seemed like a sharp blade.

Ye Fengci hurriedly used the Heavenly Sword to cut it off. The two were determined to compete with each other and fought each other evenly. The fighting style of the two people was so shocking that people dared not breathe.

Every move and every style is not recorded in the sword manual. Ye Fengci's spiritual flow is ferocious and can suppress anyone.

Xie Jingshu instantly appeared behind Ye Fengci. Ye Fengci turned around and was grabbed by Xie Jingshu, who bumped into him.

To outsiders, this posture looked like a hug. Because of his height, the young Ye Fengci obviously suffered a great disadvantage.

Xie Jingshu still felt uncomfortable, "I won," Ye Fengci smiled, "Yes, Master is the best,"

Xie Jingshu was speechless. He let go of his hand and pushed Ye Fengci away, then stepped back. Unexpectedly, Ye Fengci came up again.

"Master, you bully the weak,"

"Go away." Although Xie Jingshu said so, he did not feel comfortable winning. If Ye Fengci grew taller, this trick would not work anymore.

He remembered that Ye Fengci was almost two heads taller than him when he grew up.

"Master will definitely not be able to beat me in two years," "Ye Fengci!!"

Xie Jingshu was irritated by him, and turned around and slapped Ye Fengci.

Ye Fengci jumped nimbly onto the top of the pavilion. The cold wind made Ye Fengci shiver, and he jumped down from the pavilion.

The two men continued to fight, and several splashes of water exploded on the lake, all of which were ice and fire.

"Master, please stop fighting," Ye Fengci regretted saying this. It was almost noon, and Xie Jingshu showed no intention of stopping.

"Fight," Ye Fengci raised his knife and rushed forward again, but he also wanted to end the fight as soon as possible.

The flames and the black ice passed by each other, and while Xie Jingshu was dodging the flames, Ye Fengci quickly reached Xie Jingshu.

Both hands held Xie Jingshu's hand that was holding Qingyin's.

"Master, please stop hitting me, I'm tired,"

So Ye Fengci pulled his hand harder. Xie Jingshu's wrist was not very thick, so Ye Fengci could hold it with one hand.

Born with great strength, Xie Jingshu was held by him and couldn't break free. "Let me go,"

"Master, please stop hitting me,"

"not good,"