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

"Sister, how did you recognize that it wasn't me!"

The little boy's face was pale, but his ice-blue eyes were particularly bright when he asked this question.

Of course Zheli cares about this issue.

Only people who know him well and care about him will notice that something is wrong with him.

And this was still under the circumstances where Jiaolong could peek into some of his memories.

"At first, you didn't call me sister."

"That's not right, but you later made up for it and showed off your ice-based skills. In fact, I was a little skeptical at the beginning and wasn't sure."

"I just kept an eye out and was a little wary, but..."

"That feeling is different. For example, the way you look at me and the tone of voice when you talk to me, that's how it feels!"

Practitioners should trust their own feelings most of the time.

Sometimes, what the eyes see is fake and what the ears hear may not be true, but feelings...can't deceive people.

"Sister is so nice!"

The little boy looked moved, full of pride and happiness, and sincerely thanked him.

"What is in that puddle? What happened to you just now?"

Bei Wan still didn't quite understand, so he simply asked the person involved directly.

"According to what my sister said, what's in the pool should be..."

Zheli's hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, as if he thought of something that displeased him.

Under Bei Wan's gaze, he said two words: "Jiaolong."

The main culprit that damaged his strength and body was also the dragon that inflicted cold poison on Senior Brother Bei Wan.

Bei Wan also thought of it immediately and asked carefully: "That thousand-year-old cold dragon that hurt you?"

"Ah."

"Only it, because it contains half of the blood in my body, can enter my body through some crooked ways."

This does make sense.

Even with super strength, it couldn't take over his body instantly, and he didn't even notice it, not even his sister beside him.

There is only one possibility. The media has long existed and the other party has been waiting for a long time.

Zheli lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and murmured in a low voice:

"I just don't know how it appeared in the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit."

He had met the dragon before, not in this Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit.

It has only been a few years, and the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit has not yet been opened. How did this dragon get in?

If you can encounter this, it is also a bad fate.

Bei Wan stood up, holding the Zhu Zhuo Sword in his hand, holding a sword flower in his arm gracefully, looking at the position of the pool with firm eyes, fearlessly.

The small group spoke very firmly:

"Then let's fight back!"

After saying that, he took two steps forward, then looked at Zheli, waiting for his answer.

Zheli:?

No, are my sister's movements so neat?

Just leave?

"No, sister, why don't we wait a moment?"

The young boy tried and persuaded softly.

He had just been stabbed by his sister, and the dragon had taken over his body.

It's already a bit weak now, so going up may not be able to help, or even be a disservice, and its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

It’s not appropriate!

"Sister, look at my current situation, it's not very suitable for revenge, isn't it?"

The young boy sitting on the ground persuaded him softly.

He knew that his sister probably wanted revenge, but that was a thousand-year-old cold dragon, and its strength might have reached the point of transcending tribulation.

He and his sister have not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and there is still a stage of transformation into gods and then the stage of transcending tribulation.

Bad is a bit too much.

The little guy stood with his sword in hand, looked at Zheli for a moment, and then nodded.

"it is good!"

Zheli nodded, and was just about to talk about the weaknesses of the Millennium Hanjiao. It took him a while to think of a way to get the two of them to leave even if the provocation failed.

Without noticing at all, Bei Wan had already walked up to him, squatted down quietly, and held a pill in his hand.

It's nothing, just a Shiquan Dabu Pill that is close to the immortal level.

It is specially designed to treat those who are weak, cold, and separated after injury. Basically, the right medicine is prescribed.

The little guy was wearing a dark red and white dress, with his hair combed up and tied with two small fluffy balls.

Squat down and put your hands on your knees, it really looks like a short, cute and soft little mushroom.

"Open your mouth!"

Zheli opened his mouth subconsciously, and then felt something sweet entering his mouth.

Out of trust in his sister, the young boy swallowed it without hesitation.

"what is this?"

After swallowing, he asked aloud.

"Shiquan Dabu Pill!"

Under his gaze, the little guy with a little baby fat on his face answered word by word.

Zheli: Stunned to the point of being expressionless.

Wait, Shiquan Dabu Pill...

He remembered that only the old men in the tribe ate it!

Soon, he felt a warmth gradually rising in his body, driving away all the fatigue and chill.

"Still weak?"

Bei Wan asked calmly as he looked at the little boy whose face gradually became rosy and bloody.

Zheli swallowed and nodded a little uneasily.

No, sister, your current appearance, this action, and this expectation really made him a little panicked!

The next moment, Zheli knew that his hunch was right.

The little guy stood up immediately, looked at him and said, "Then let's go!"

"Go and find the dragon?"

Zheli confirmed again and again.

"if not?"

Although the little guy asked back, he moved very quickly. He directly grabbed Zheli's wrist, turned around and walked towards the pool.

Zheli's eyes suddenly widened, and now for a moment, he felt that his sister had also been taken away.

Just the two of them, how could they get over it so hastily?

My sister was not like this in the past!

After a cup of tea time.

Zheli stood on the bank of the pool numbly.

His face was expressionless, almost dull as he looked at the dragon in front of him who was about to be beaten to death.

elder sister……

It’s really fierce!

"What are you capable of! Don't use magic weapons if you have the ability!"

Trapped in the pond, which had been bombed, bombarded, and chopped to pieces, the dragon was so miserable that it uttered human words and roared like it was venting.

How could a little phoenix have so many magical weapons belonging to human monks!

Moreover, even if it is too much, if the quantity increases, the quality will probably not be the same.

After all, Master Jiao has also been in the world of immortality.

Ordinary monks, if they can find any magic weapon among the little guys in front of them, they must use it carefully, for fear of wasting it.

This phoenix cub in front of me is so good!

As soon as he came up, he bombarded him with a straight face, just like the bandits in the human world!

The magic weapon was just like picking it up casually on the street, and it looked like it was free of charge.

Jiaolong was simply desperate.

He has been around for thousands of years, and this is the first time he has seen such a free game!

"I can't beat you, why can't I use magic weapons?"

Bei Wan was floating in the sky with her little flame wings. The warm red firelight made her face rosy, which made her even more cute. Even when she said this, she didn't forget to throw down a thunderbolt.

The voice was young and calm, and it was natural, but it seemed to make some sense.

Her parents left her many magic weapons.

Isn’t it just for her to use?

On weekdays, she is unwilling to use it because she has to practice. She can't go far with magic weapons. One day they will be used up. Improving her own strength is the hard power to make a career in the outside world.

It can help in emergencies, but you can’t rely too much on it.

Bei Wan has always done well, but this time...

Now it’s revenge!

The dragon in front of him not only harmed Zheli, but also harmed the third senior brother, and even wanted to kill her too.

After finally encountering it, I quickly beat him up and saw how to get back the half of Zheli that contained the dragon blood.

Is it possible that you really plan to let it go?

This is already a critical moment for using magic weapons!

Moreover……

Using the magic weapon left behind by my parents to take revenge and beat the dragon is a very satisfying feeling.

She, Bei Wan, is also a child protected by her parents!

"Zheli, continue!"

The young boy standing on the shore heard his sister's voice and subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

As soon as he took it, he felt a layer of soft but powerful spiritual power rippling around him, like the warmest embrace of a mother, but the safest place for children.

Bei Wan stood in the air, her hands intertwined, palms facing each other. As her hands slowly pulled apart, a thin piece of paper with mysterious lines and gorgeous colors appeared in front of her.

The strong wind ruffled the hair on both sides of Bei Wan's face. This was the energy contained in this piece of paper.

Jiaolong felt the violent power coming from the paper and instantly began to struggle desperately, but he had long been suppressed by Bei Wan's previous magic weapon.

Under the black night sky.

He was obviously a soft and soft child, but he turned out to be a big killer, with the appearance of a fairy boy and the temperament of the King of Hell.

"If you ask for your life after three posts, your soul will be destroyed!"

Bei Wan said these eight words in a calm voice and typed them out with both hands.

Three streams of spiritual power, demonic energy, and demonic energy that could destroy the heaven and earth were mixed and intertwined, heading straight towards the dragon.