A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

"Gah!!"

The three-legged Golden Crow's beady eyes were full of admiration.

Bei Wan listened to the crow's unpleasant call and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Crow and Bei Wan looked at each other.

He saw the expressionless little girl with one foot on the male disciple of Xuanlang Sect and one hand holding the bluestone tiles.

The crow turned his head decisively, pretending not to know.

Whoever called me just now was definitely not a bird!

Just when Bei Wan wanted to put away the bluestone.

She suddenly heard a familiar name again.

Another male disciple of the Xuanlang Sect behind him shouted loudly:

"Mo Yan, you deserve to die, you go to hell!"

Bei Wan:?

The young man in the dark had a glint in his eyes: Little guy! superior! beat him!

Lu He and Bai Jianzhi:! !

Don't the juniors want to beat people up?

Bei Wan just glanced at it and then calmly withdrew his gaze.

By the way, he put away the huge bluestone tiles in his hands.

"Ah! Mo Yan! I'm going to chop you to death!"

The male disciple of the Xuanlang Sect shouted again, which shook the heavens and the earth, and made his voice hoarse.

Bei Wan frowned, looked at the Xuanlang Sect man, tilted his head and uttered two words quietly: "Crazy?"

Why do you keep wanting to hack Fourth Senior Brother to death!

Xuanlang Sect...could it be possible that they have a grudge against their Cangyan Sect?

He has a grudge against his senior brother, and wants to kill the fourth senior brother. The old man of their sect also wants to destroy the Cang Yan Sect.

Bei Wan looked at the people in front of him who were trapped in the illusion.

Thinking about it very seriously.

Otherwise, kill them all?

Bei Wan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the peach wood sword, and it looked like he could draw the sword at any time.

Just now.

A sharp sword energy pierced the fog, struck from a distance, and pointed directly at Bei Wan.

The speed was so fast that Bei Wan had no time to dodge.

And the coercion attached to the sword made Bei Wan unable to move for a moment.

This is no longer the strength of the Golden Core stage, but the actual strength of the Nascent Soul stage.

When she went out, the master allowed her to experience the power from golden elixir to transcending tribulation without hurting her.

In the end, even though she knew that Master would not hurt her, her body could still feel fear.

The sword flashing with cold light stabbed past Bei Wan's side.

Just the sword energy condensed around the sword body caused some blood to ooze from the little guy's white cheeks.

The sword was not meant for Bei Wan.

But...

Bei Wan turned her head subconsciously.

I saw the powerful sword stabbing a peach tree firmly and firmly.

Next to the tree, a slightly familiar figure was forced out by the sword.

Fourth Senior Brother?

But...it doesn't look like it, why are you wearing a mask?

The little guy frowned and thought, before he opened his mouth to ask if he was a senior brother.

Then I heard the young man wearing the mask speak.

"You can catch me here? Mo Wenwen, you are really a cow!"

The voice was not the clear and loud voice of a young boy at all, it was deep and steady, with a bit of coldness.

Bei Wan was confused, wasn't he the fourth senior brother?

A figure wearing an elegant moon-white gown appeared. The man tied his hair with a jade crown and held a cinnabar chain in his hand. His facial features were delicate, but there was a scar between his eyebrows, which gave him a sense of solemnity.

"It is the duty of the right way to kill demons and demons."

Mo Wenwen's voice was cold and he responded boringly.

"Heh, look, I'm scared of you!"

Mo Yan was just about to take action, but his eyes caught the little guy next to him.

He sneered: "Just in time, let you disciples of the sect die here together!"

Mo Wendao glanced indifferently at the three sober Bei Wan people beside him, as well as the Xuanlang Sect disciples who were trapped in the illusion.

He waved his hand to set up a barrier, then turned his right wrist slightly, and the sword that just flew past returned to his hand.

Mo Wenwen's figure was elusive, and his speed was so fast that Bei Wan couldn't see clearly.

This is a huge gap.

"This is Mo Wenwen! He actually came out of seclusion!"

Lu He exclaimed in surprise, very quietly.

Bai Jianzhi also echoed: "It should be that he has broken through to Nascent Soul Dzogchen."

"To be honest, if it weren't for the stern words of Cangyan Sect's senior brother, Mo Wenwen would be considered a genius today."

A century and a half step into the realm of gods is indeed considered a genius.

However, under the background of Yan Ci who had already reached Nascent Soul before he was 30 years old, he was indeed a little bit behind.

However, it is difficult to improve the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, even to a small level.

Although Yan Ci arrived at Yuanying earlier than Mo Wendao.

But whether these strict words can be transformed into gods within a hundred years is still open to debate.

"What a genius, our Xiaonan Zao is the one!"

Lu He proudly put his hands on his hips and glanced at Bei Wan, but he didn't show off.

Who knows if Mo Wenwen is a petty person.

What if I hear it and feel jealous!

"That's true."

Bai Jianzhi also looked at the young boy in front of him with conviction.

Bei Wan seemed not to notice what the two of them were saying at all.

She just watched the fight between the two people in front of her quietly.

I am becoming more and more certain that that young man is definitely not the Fourth Senior Brother.

The young man didn't use spiritual power at all, he didn't use a sword, he didn't use a whip, but...

magic.

Moreover, the strength can be equal to that of Mo Daoyun who is in the Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

Definitely not Fourth Senior Brother.

But why... I always feel that there is a hint of familiarity?

……

"Is this your strength alone? You are really not as good as Yan Ci. You know, that person can hold me down and beat me!"

The young man handled Mo Wenwen's moves with ease and still had time to chat.

Mo Wenwen didn't say anything, but his moves became more powerful.

"Don't ask, you are such a good cook! Do you know what food means? It means waste!"

The boy's mouth kept blaring.

Mo Wenwen finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted coldly: "Shut up!"

The next moment, Mo Wendao formed a seal with his hands and summoned nearly a hundred sharp swords with his own sword as the center.

The scene was very spectacular, with the overwhelming swords and a full sense of oppression.

"attack!"

Following Mo Wenwen's order, hundreds of sharp swords struck at Mo Yan at the same time.

Mo Yan's expression hidden under the mask instantly became solemn.

You must be the unlucky one!

Being targeted by Mo Wenwen.

The demonic energy in his body was still extremely unstable at this time, and there were only two possibilities for him to confront Mo Daodao head-on.

One is that the demonic energy completely swallows up one's own reason and becomes someone other than oneself.

One is to have a head-on confrontation with Mo Wendao and really knock himself to death.

Who would have thought that he would encounter that thing in this weird secret realm and activate the demonic energy in his body.

The master couldn't even feel it, couldn't come in time, and he couldn't contact the people in his sect.

Mo Yan looked at the hundreds of sharp swords that were attacking him, took a deep breath, and chose to go all out, teleport again, and use demonic energy in an unusual way.

Hundreds of sharp swords suddenly stopped in the air, for an instant, just for an instant.

But it gave Mo Yan a glimmer of hope!