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

The adults in the palace didn't tell Bei Wan about not being able to practice.

After the little guy fell asleep, Yan Ci stood up, clasped his fists and asked Yan Fengmian.

"Master, may I ask where the third junior brother is."

The person who used to have a gentle smile on his lips now revealed a chill all over his body.

Yan Fengmian sighed, knowing that Yan Ci must be holding a breath in his heart.

"A hundred-foot cliff, facing the wall and thinking about your mistakes."

"The disciple retire."

Yan Ci turned around and left, looking like he was going to start a fight.

Although the eldest disciple was a bit cautious, Yan Fengmian still warned: "Yan Ci, when you take action..."

"Fight if you want. He has many magical weapons and has connections in Penglai, so he can rescue them quickly."

Liao Jin, who was acting as an airman next to him:? ? ?

No, what do you mean, rescue quickly?

He thought the master was going to persuade the senior brother to be gentle.

He was wrong.

Yan Ci stopped for a moment, whispered yes, and disappeared.

"Liao Jin."

Liao Jin, who was suddenly called by his master:?

Even though he was doubtful, he walked out immediately: "Disciple is here."

Yan Fengmian looked at the little one lying on the bed and said to the second disciple: "Take care of her first. Master is going out to see if there is any way for her to practice again."

"You don't need to worry, just be a guard and don't let her be in danger."

"When your senior brother comes back, he will take care of this child."

Liao Jin: "Disciple..."

If you refuse, under the gaze of Master, you will eventually change to "obey".

After Yan Fengmian left, Liao Jin slowly moved to the bedside step by step.

He stood upright, but his eyes kept glancing at the little breast dumpling, and then...

He finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand.

The rough, calloused hand gently poked the little guy's cheek.

It was soft and cool, and the feeling was better than the freshly baked buns he had eaten when he was a child.

Liao Jin pursed his lips, then raised his hand and poked, and then poked.

Bei Wan felt so annoyed that he wouldn't let the child sleep soundly even after a nap.

The little guy who rarely even turned over when sleeping turned over, trying to avoid the harassment of that thing.

As soon as the little guy turned over, Liao Jin immediately held his breath, and his half-stretched hand froze in the air.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief, just fine that I didn't wake up.

Baizhang cliff.

The waterfall splashed, and the terrifying mace was stained with water vapor, and struck mercilessly towards Qi Youqing, who was thinking about the wall below the waterfall.

Yan Ci left no emotion at all.

The magic weapon that can withstand the three attacks of Nascent Soul in the later stage actually shows signs of breaking, which shows how heavy this stick is.

Qi Youqing looked in the direction of Yan Ci.

His eyes were covered with a layer of silk, and he couldn't really see what that person looked like.

But you can feel his resentment and anger.

"She could have cultivated. She has such good qualifications as the top-grade wood spirit root, but because of you, she completely lost the future of cultivation."

"You are equivalent to killing her!"

Cultivation is extremely important for everyone in this world.

How many top-quality wood spirit roots can there be?

As long as the spiritual root is linked to the best, these two words, which one is not a genius that several large sects are rushing to grab.

The only thing missing from the elixir for repairing the meridians is a few herbs, and they can be found soon.

Bei Wan would soon be able to practice, but at this moment, he was completely broken.

"The best wood spirit root?"

Qi Youqing murmured softly.

"Yes, the best wood spirit root, but it is no longer possible to cultivate it!"

Seeing that he could still mention it calmly, Yan Ci felt even more angry.

Qi Youqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "Shouldn't she be the best fire spirit root?"

How could it be the best wood spirit root?

The only thing that could restrain the cold poison in his body was the fire spirit root, and lastly the top grade fire spirit root. There was even an accompanying strange fire in the little guy's body.

It can never be the best wood spirit root.

"The cold poison in my body has been suppressed. She suppressed it."

"She is definitely a fire spirit root!"

The mace that was about to fly out was tightly held in his hand.

An astonishing idea came to Yan Ci's mind.

"Double spiritual roots..."

This is the only explanation, but why the master's spirit stone has not been detected.

It is indeed not an ordinary spiritual root that can suppress the cold poison of the third junior brother.

and so……

The little guy has two spiritual roots, which are the best twin spiritual roots that are mutually reinforcing.

But it was all ruined.

Qi Youqing also thought of this. He was always cold-hearted and felt a little guilty for some reason.

"I'll make it up to her."

Yan Ci sneered and said nothing. The sword energy as sharp as a rainbow surged out of his body, and the Luoquan Sword, which was rarely unsheathed, appeared.

Compensation, what kind of compensation!

One sword slashed Luo Yueshuang, cut off the waterfall, and pointed directly at Qi Youqing.

Luoquan Sword, one of the top eight famous swords in the world, can kill the underworld with one sword.

Qi Youqing's complexion changed slightly, and the magic weapon on his body changed, blocking Yan Ci's sword that was enough to kill Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

However, Yan Ci did not simply stop.

On a tree not far away, Mo Yan was half-lying on a branch, eating fruit in his hands.

Seeing his two senior brothers fighting, he sighed.

"Elder brother is indeed the strongest."

"Third senior brother is indeed the richest."

only……

Mo Yan casually threw the core under the tree and let out a low tut. He didn't expect that his junior sister was also quite capable.

What a pity!

……

"Wanwan, it's still dark, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Bei Wan got up from the bed, yawned, and didn't forget to pick up the small wooden sword on the bedside and shook his head.

"I'm going to practice sword practice!"

She is not smart to begin with and needs to be more diligent.

Just because she was injured by her third senior brother a few days ago and did not practice sword practice to recuperate, she felt that she was a lot rusty.

Bei Wan climbed out of bed, put on his shoes, carried the small peach wood sword on his back, and headed for the back mountain in the slightly cool sky.

Master doesn’t know what to do anymore.

But it doesn't matter, she can practice alone.

The little guy has a peaceful temperament and can endure loneliness. She doesn't get irritated even when practicing the three simple moves.

I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t practiced for a long time.

Bei Wan felt that when she practiced sword practice today, she became more familiar with the small wooden sword in her hand.

It felt like...the small wooden sword was no longer a separate small wooden sword, but her hand.

She even felt a soft aura surrounding her.

Yan Ci followed, hiding in the corner, watching the little guy practicing his sword moves seriously.

I just feel very uncomfortable in my heart.

But when the little one's movements were not standard, he stepped forward and gave her guidance in a gentle voice.

Let's hide it for a while, maybe Master can find a way to save it.

What Yan Ci didn't expect was that he would receive the new rules for the sect competition before receiving any news from his master.

"Yan Ci, what's wrong?"

Bei Wan stood on tiptoe and looked at the scroll filled with text in Yan Ci's hand.

However, she couldn't understand the text on it at all.

After learning that Qingya Sect had sent a scroll, Mo Yan came over in a hurry.

The young man took the scroll in Yan Ci's hand, glanced at it briefly, and then dropped the scroll on the stone table.

"These people are targeting our Cangyan Sect!"

The sudden anger frightened Bei Wan.

"In this sect competition, we actually divided the horses into groups according to age!"

"For the juvenile group under 15 years old, don't we have Bei Wan who fits the category!"

"Based on the points he wrote above, even if the four of us are in the top three, Bei Wan will have to win thirty games by himself to keep our Cang Yan Sect."

The little breasted dumpling who was touched fell down on tiptoe, and looked at Yan Ci blankly with a small face.

"Three, thirty games? Win?"

Is it her? To win thirty games?