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

However, the child just wants to have a good time competing, so why not cooperate with his senior brother?

Under the little guy's gaze, Yan Ci turned his sword-holding wrist slightly, smiled softly and nodded, his eyes a little doting, but his voice came out sonorously and powerfully.

"beat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little guy came to kill him with a sword, just as he thought.

Those who knew the serious posture were that the brother and sister were discussing, but those who didn't know thought that there was some conflict between the two and they wanted to kill someone to vent their anger.

Although Bei Wan had the blessing of Phoenix Fire, his strength was not as good as Yan Ci after all.

What's more, Yan Ci now has the help of Sword Spirit.

In addition, Yan Ci has so many years of fighting experience.

It allowed him to easily see through the little guy's still somewhat immature attack routine.

By the way, he was coaching the junior sister who was still young and fought hard without any ulterior motives.

"Bei Wan, there are real and false sword moves. Sometimes a feint is necessary."

"With the help of strength, not only the heavy swords of Master and your second senior brother can be used, but sometimes skillful use can play a big role."

"Facing my moves, try to trust your sword..."

After a hundred moves, Yan Ci was still able to do it with ease. The clothes on his body were only scratched a few times, but nothing serious.

On the other hand, the cute and upright little guy was a little worried, but fortunately it was not too serious.

Until the sharp and bloodthirsty tip of Luoquan sword touched the little guy's white neck.

It was also the moment when Bei Wan's Zhu Zhuo Sword pierced Yan Ci's shoulder at the same time.

This discussion was declared over.

"Brother!"

The little guy didn't care whether his senior brother's sword was still pointing at his neck. He looked slightly anxious as he looked at the bamboo burning sword that had penetrated his senior brother's shoulder.

They all hurriedly called out to their senior brother who didn’t usually call him.

She had never thought that her senior brother would face the Zhu Zhuo Sword and get injured in exchange for the end of this sparring session.

If the senior brother had stretched his arm further and left his hand, she would definitely have blood on her neck.

Yan Ci stepped back, retracted the Falling Spring Sword, reached out to cover his shoulder where blood was already gushing out, and simply said to stop the bleeding, "It's okay."

Then he squatted down, cleaned the blood on his hands, raised his hand to rub the little guy's hair, but seemed to think of something, raised his hand and landed on the little guy's back, gently comforting the worried little guy. .

He smiled gently at the little guy and advised in a gentle voice:

"That sword of yours only penetrated so far! Senior brother is really fine."

He stretched out his hand and gestured a short distance.

It's really not a big problem. The little guy's strength is lower than him anyway. He took the initiative to face this sword and was sure of it.

It wasn't that he deliberately went up to get hurt in order to gain sympathy. The main reason was that the little guy in front of him really looked like a lively little carp.

It is indeed a bit difficult to hold this little carp down without hurting her.

In this case, the only choice is to hurt yourself, defeat the enemy with one move, and pin down the little guy.

The wound didn't pierce the shoulder, it just poked in a few times. However, the little guy's rare sword with dual attributes of fire and wood was a bit torturous, and it hurt a little more than usual.

After Bei Wan saw that the injury was indeed not serious, although he wasn't that worried, he still felt a little guilty.

This actually made Yan Ci sigh.

He bent down and picked up the little guy with one hand with his uninjured arm, pretending to be angry and asked: "Why, are you not happy now? Then do you think senior brother will dare to compete with you in the future?"

The little guy in his arms lowered his head, twisted his clothes with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Dare."

I don’t know why, but I feel a little aggrieved, and I feel a little bit irrational and strong.

Yan Ci couldn't hold back and laughed out loud, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his whole body was filled with joy and relaxation.

The little guy leaning in her arms heard the laughter of his senior brother that he wanted to hold back but couldn't hold back. He felt a little worried about his face. He pricked his little head lower and grabbed the corners of his clothes harder with his fingers.

"Yo~"

As soon as Mo Yan arrived, he lived up to expectations and made a sound. That sound was like turning eighteen corners.

Suddenly, the little guy who was at a loss immediately raised his head and looked at the fourth senior brother.

The young man crossed his arms, tilted his head and shook it slightly. As if he was careless, he let out a low tut and looked at Bei Wan with admiration: "Wow! You didn't get hurt much, and you were able to stab the senior brother." Yes! I admire you!"

The little guy who was being laughed at by his senior brother because he stabbed him:! ! !

Can you please stop mentioning this matter?

The next second, Mo Yan saw his junior sister looking at him a little fiercely, as if...

He messed with this little guy just like he did.

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with him!

In order to prevent his junior sister from misunderstanding, the young man spoke up again to explain:

"No, I praise you! You can hold down your senior brother and beat him. From now on..." You can walk away sideways.

Ok?

Mo Yan opened his mouth. He could open his mouth but could not make any sound.

Very good, he confirmed again that he was banned by Qi Youqing again.

Qi Youqing walked slowly from behind, his manners were upright, and his every move was elegant and dignified. He was in sharp contrast to the young man in black next to him who was not shy and did not hesitate to show off.

"Your mouth is suitable for eating fruit."

When Qi Youqing walked past Mo Yan, his cold voice sounded extremely calm.

I really wonder if Mo Yan is pretending to be stupid.

The younger junior sister seemed a little guilty about hurting her senior brother, but she was still mentioning it.

Aren't you pretty smart on weekdays?

Mo Yan:? !

No, Qi Youqing’s mouth is so vicious!

Don't think that Mo Yan didn't hear it. This guy was saying that his mouth is only suitable for eating fruit, insinuating that he should stop talking!

His mouth has been forcibly sealed, how could he still speak to ridicule him when he is shut up and unable to speak!

Bei Wan didn't understand it very well, but it didn't matter. He carried her stern speech into the secret and said to her: "It means that your third senior brother's mouth is not suitable for speaking."

After Bei Wan heard this, he nodded in agreement.

The young man couldn't bear it, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and wanted to give his senior brother a few signs.

Qi Youqing turned around, raised his hand and put it on his head: "Don't move."

Then, Mo Yan successfully stopped moving.

Qi Youqing ignored Mo Yan's resentment that could kill him. He turned his eyes slightly and met Xiao Beiwan's admiring gaze.

The little guy didn't say anything, but quietly gave the third senior brother a thumbs up from an angle that Mo Yan couldn't see. Well done!

Facing the younger junior sister's shining eyes of admiration and the quiet praise given to him, Qi Youqing just nodded slightly, looking calm, calm and extraordinarily steady.

In fact, only he himself knew that he was in a happy mood, and the hands hidden by the sleeves had already squeezed the fabric of the clothes.

The little guy giving him a thumbs up secretly made him happier than directly praising him.

There is a small feeling that is a unique secret between the two of them, which is unique.

Yan Ci glanced across Qi Youqing's slightly reddish ears. He understood in his heart, but didn't say anything else.

"Come and give me a hug."

Yan Ci conveniently handed the little guy into Qi Youqing's arms, and then glanced at his shoulder, which was fine.

Qi Youqing:! ? Why was he suddenly allowed to hold the child?

Bei Wan:! ? Why was she suddenly handed over to the third senior brother?

The senior brother and sister looked at each other, both of them a little uncomfortable.

After all, Qi Youqing rarely hugged Bei Wan.

On weekdays, only Master and Senior Brother in the entire sect hold more children.

Then Mo got tired of it and ran around with the child in his arms all day long, chasing and playing with the child.

As for him and his second senior brother, they really rarely hugged Bei Wan.

From the time the little guy entered the sect to now, the number of times the two of them have held the child is probably no more than double digits.

Only the young man in black who was standing aside, unable to move, laid his eyes on the senior brother, and he could see through the childish thoughts of the senior brother without blinking.

It's so childish, how grown up you are, and still so boring.

This junior brother and junior sister of mine is so embarrassing, so interesting, and suddenly I want to watch it all the time?

He was complaining like this in his heart, but when his senior brother turned to look back, he decisively averted his gaze.

Mo Yan: I don’t know anything, I haven’t seen anything.

He had just seen that the sword spirits of his senior brother Luoquan Sword had come out.

That was a character more ruthless than a mace, and he didn't dare to mess with him.