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

The machete struck with the force of chopping up the space, but there was no bloody scene.

A golden light flashed across Qi Youqing's body, as if there was a barrier blocking the sword that could kill Jindan Stage Dzogchen.

Mo Yan gritted his teeth when he saw this.

The third senior brother is really rich and has a lot of Xuanpin magic weapons.

"Let me see, is this magic weapon of yours really indestructible?"

Just when Mo Yan was about to chop again.

"Cough cough..."

Qi Youqing, who was lying on the ground, slowly sat up.

His dark hair was scattered, his skin was fair, his posture was weak, and his eyes were covered by dark embroidered bamboo silk, making it difficult to see his true emotions.

She looked like a beautiful woman, but Mo Yan knew that this person was a snake.

"What's the grudge against you, little junior sister? Why did you attack a child who can't practice!"

"It's still such torture!"

"Qi Youqing, why don't you follow the Qi family and die!"

Facing Mo Yan's angry questioning, Qi Youqing remained silent.

So... the person who controlled and alleviated the cold poison in his body just now was his junior sister?

However, when did Master take in another child?

"Little Junior Sister is dead, just wait until Senior Brother and Master come back and beat you to death!"

Mo Yan didn't bother to talk to the snake and scorpion, so he hugged Bei Wan and started to walk out.

"Come back." A voice as cold as frost came, stopping Mo Yan in his tracks: "I can save her."

With the cold poison suppressed, he could naturally eliminate the negative effects on Bei Wan.

Qi Youqing took the little guy and slowly released the best ice-attributed spiritual power, taking back the cold air in Bei Wan's body inch by inch.

The cold air disappeared, and Bei Wan's body returned to its former softness, a small ball, held in his arms.

The softness of his fingertips made him a little confused.

How did this little guy... suppress the cold poison in his body?

It's obviously so weak, but if he moves his fingers just a little, he can crush it to death.

After being shrouded in such extreme cold air for such a long time, he could still wait until he took action to withdraw the cold air, and his heart was still fine.

"Is it done?" Mo Yan squatted aside and asked aloud.

"Yeah." Qi Youqing nodded and wanted to give a few words of advice: "The cold is..."

"Bring it to you!"

Mo Yan interrupted directly, stood up and strode to Qi Youqing, grabbing the little guy who was breathing weakly.

He was scared when he saw Qi Youqing holding the little guy, for fear that if the man was unhappy, he would break the little guy's neck.

When he stepped out of the threshold, Mo Yan paused for a moment, his tone somewhat laced with schadenfreude.

"Third Senior Brother, you should think carefully about how to explain it to Master and Senior Brother!"

Especially the eldest brother, he cares about this little thing the most.

That's great. You can prepare the fruits and watch the big brother beat people up when the time comes.

Silence returned to the room again. Qi Youqing sat on the ground, his head slightly lowered, his face pale against the dark cloak.

"come out."

He called softly, and the little fire fox tremblingly crawled out from under the desk.

"Explain everything to me clearly."

Qi Youqing's eyes covered by silk seemed to be able to see, looking directly in the direction of Fire Fox, and his voice was like quenching frost.

"Explain everything clearly and completely."

His contract beast gave him a big surprise.

……

"Master, can this little thing still live?"

Mo Yan held the green fruit in his mouth and squatted outside the hall, looking inside. There was no image at all.

"You can survive, but your meridians are completely broken, and even your Dantian is damaged. Practice..."

Yan Fengmian shook his head sadly, "It's hopeless."

"It's okay, just stay alive."

Mo Yan's request is not high, just don't die.

The young man skipped away happily and seemed to be in a good mood.

Only Yan Fengmian stood there alone, looking at the unconscious little guy in the room, feeling endless worry in his heart.

Because this child can practice cultivation, he has hope for life and his temperament has become more open.

Now, if he knew that there was no possibility of cultivation anymore, I'm afraid... it would be even more uncomfortable than killing her.

The little guy who was worried by Yan Fengmian.

At this time, in the sea of ​​​​his own consciousness, he was holding the grass with one hand and poking at the small flames with the other hand.

"Where is this!"

"Why are you going out in the evening?"

"Master will be worried. What if he gets angry and doesn't want to be late?"

She didn't even know that this was her sea of ​​consciousness, let alone that the grass and flames were her spiritual roots.

Being in an unknown territory, Bei Wan was already frightened.

Two spiritual roots:...

It is rare to see people who are so frightened by their own sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual roots.

They couldn't speak, so they could only rub the little guy gently, trying to comfort her.

Bei Wan is anxious!

A child is neither light nor heavy.

The grass was uprooted.

Xiaocao: ...

Bei Wan:......

"sorry Sorry……"

The little guy apologized quickly and pulled at the ground with his little hands, trying to stuff the grass back in.

But the next second, she felt a force pushing her out.

The little guy who wanted to leave just now was a little reluctant to leave now.

"The grass hasn't been stuffed back yet..."

Xiaocao: ...

When Bei Wan woke up, he immediately looked at his right hand.

There is no grass there like in my memory.

"Master... where is Xiaocao?"

The little guy's voice was still a little hoarse, and he asked Yan Fengmian who was guarding her side weakly.

"What grass?" After Yan Fengmian fed the little guy a few sips of water, he guided in a gentle voice: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

After listening to what the little guy said, Yan Fengmian hesitated for a moment, and then took out the spiritual stone for measuring spiritual roots.

"Wanwan, put your hand up."

"Oh."

The little guy obediently put his hand on the stone.

So, Yan Ci and Liao Jin came in.

Then a dazzling green light suddenly exploded in the hall, and then disappeared suddenly.

Bei Wan took back his hand and rubbed his eyes, which were a bit dazzling just now.

Yan Fengmian looked at the little guy in front of him with complicated eyes.

"The best wood spirit root."

But the meridians have been broken into powder. Without the spiritual power of the meridians, even the top-grade wood spirit root is useless.

"Master, isn't this awesome!"

But the little guy was still looking at him expectantly.

Although she is a child, she also knows that spiritual roots are the manifestation of a cultivator's talent.

The best wood spirit root, doesn’t that sound cool!

"Well, it's great. We are great in Wanwan."

A familiar and gentle voice came from the door of the palace.

"Stern words!"

The little guy turned his head and saw the man walking in under the moonlight, and immediately stopped caring about his spiritual roots.

All she knew was that Yan Ci was back.

Nothing made her happier than this.

The happiness on her face seemed to overflow, but Yan Ci felt uncomfortable in her heart when she looked at it.

How should I tell the little guy that she can no longer practice cultivation?