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

Bei Wan was like a little hedgehog with blown hair, protecting his senior brother with great momentum.

She looked at the Xuanlang Sect disciple in front of her with accusing eyes.

It seems to be saying that they are the ones who do not follow martial ethics if they bully the few with more.

But obviously it is!

There are so many of them! There is only one senior brother!

But before Bei Wan could take action, he was suddenly picked up by the senior brother behind him.

Under the blank gaze of Xuanlang Sect disciples.

Liao Jin hugged the little guy, not forgetting to pick up the Zhuzhuo Sword at her feet, turned around and rushed into Cangyan Sect with a "whoosh".

Junior sister is back!

Why are you still fighting? Hurry up and take your junior sister to find the master. That’s the business, okay?

Not to mention the disciples of Xuanlang Sect, Liao Jin was so fast that Bei Wan himself could not react.

Bei Wan only vaguely heard the shouts of Xuanlang Sect disciples coming from behind him again.

"Don't run away! Hand over your little junior sister!"

"We all saw it, she is in the sect! We want an explanation..."

Before Bei Wan could fully hear the rest of the sound, he was left far behind.

The little guy nestled in Liao Jin's generous and reliable arms. He raised his little face and rubbed his collar, which was not very soft. He tried to look back from his shoulders and asked doubtfully: "Brother, what are they doing here?" Are you looking for me?"

Liao Jin raised his hand and pressed the little guy's head.

"It's okay, don't worry about it, I'm just here to cause trouble."

The man's voice was muffled, but Bei Wan believed it immediately.

The fourth senior brother knows how to lie, but the second senior brother cannot do it at all, so he is probably a liar.

"Brother..."

Although he didn't care about the people outside the sect, the little guy still called Liao Jin softly.

"Well, junior sister, tell me."

Bei Wan cupped his little head, which was about to be pressed to death by his senior brother: "Stop pressing your head."

If she presses it any further, she may not only become bald, but her neck may also become shorter.

Liao Jin quickly let go, and even the hand holding Bei Wan relaxed a little.

"Master, my junior sister is back!"

Before entering the main hall, Liao Jin's deep voice echoed through the main peak.

A young man in a wooden house on the mountainside of the main peak suddenly sat up after hearing this.

Junior, I’m back!

……

Outside the sect, the disciples of Xuanlang Sect were still angry.

But Liao Jin and Bei Wan had already returned to the sect, and there was nothing they could do.

They can't break through the barrier of Cangyan Sect. Although the master can break it, the master said that this matter can only be done by them.

Once the master takes action, the leader of Cangyan Sect will take action as a matter of course.

Fighting between disciples, as long as it is not an inhumane killing, normal fighting, and death during the experience, is very possible and is allowed to happen.

What the Master said was not unreasonable, but they still had some dissatisfaction with the Master because of this.

The little junior sister passed away this time, and the master did not seek justice or revenge for the junior sister, then...

What if it's them one day?

They don't have to die, for fear of being bullied, Master won't support them!

Which disciple doesn't hope that his master can protect them from their shortcomings and support them?

They seemed to be supporting the junior sister, but in fact they were doing it for the sake of their own feelings.

"What do you want from our little junior sister?"

The man's clear and gentle voice came slowly and quickly.

The disciples of Xuanlang Sect turned around.

Then they met the Cangyan Sect senior brother who had swept all the disciples in the sect competition among their generation.

Yan Ci came through the void without a sword.

The blue-based clothes are embellished with silver cloud patterns, and the hollow and exquisite jade crown is tied up in the hair. He is a gentle man, with soft eyebrows and eyes. The premise is that you ignore the ferocious and domineering mace in his hand.

Following him was Qi Youqing, whose eyes were bound by black gauze.

Underfoot is the frost-crossing snow sword, which is cold and aloof. Both the sword and the person feel colder than the cold snow in winter.

When the leading Xuanlang Sect disciple saw Yan Ci, he was even more unhappy. For no other reason than Yan Ci was a traitor who betrayed his sect.

"Our junior sister found out about the rumor that she was dead. Master went back and found out that the one who killed her was your junior junior sister from the Cangyan Sect."

"Yan Ci, you and your junior sister are really on the same page. Our lives depend on you..."

"Oh! Even if you give someone a life, your Xuanlang Sect is not that clean. If you want to seek revenge, don't give yourself such high-sounding principles."

Before the Xuanlang Sect disciple could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a charming, charming voice.

The woman is tall and tall, wearing a red dress that can be worn by both men and women. Her dark hair is tied up, neat and free, and her eyebrows have a moving light.

Zang Yunzhi walked to Yan Ci naturally, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a bit of disgust:

"Does everyone in your sect have their mouths fixed on that kid Mo Yan?"

"Don't slander others like Mo Yan, and talk big. You guys don't even bother to explain!"

Yan Ci was scolded, but he just smiled helplessly: "It's a waste of words if you don't speak the right way."

Killing means killing, keep explaining...it depends on whether those people listen.

Many talents don't care what the truth is, compared to a disciple who avenges his whole family in the mortal world, kills fellow disciples, and betrays the sect.

They even felt that Xuanlang Sect did the right thing.

They were just family members in the mortal world, and besides, the sect only added fuel to the flames and stopped him, but did not directly take action against his family members.

Why did he want to kill the daughter of the head of the sect, and then resolutely betray the sect, and almost lost his life because of it.

Zang Yunzhi let out a low tut, but rarely nodded.

He rubbed his chin with his slender white fingers and said meaningfully: "The way is different. The path of our genius is naturally different from that of others, and our ideas are naturally different."

Also, if Yan Ci really does not have any controversy, how can he be mediocre?

"Why, do you want to seek justice for your little junior sister? Come on then!"

Zang Yunzhi subconsciously rolled up his sleeves to prepare for a fight, and then suddenly froze.

No, he is no longer like those reckless men of Cangyan Sect.

The hand that was about to roll up the sleeves to fight immediately stopped, smoothed the sleeves, stepped back, and pushed Yan Ci.

"Let's fight with Yan Ci and the others!"

There are senior brothers from Cang Yan Sect!

As a person without prison gate, he shouldn't rush ahead like that.

Yan Ci was not dissatisfied at all with Zang Yunzhi's actions.

"Don't look for our little junior sister. You are protecting our little junior sister. There is no reason for our Cangyan Sect to hand over our little junior sister."

"That's right. Junior sisters on both sides don't take action. Senior brothers from our two factions can simply solve this problem!"

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this, but if you think about it carefully.

"Bah! If our junior sister is still here, how can we come to her to seek justice? You give us junior sister back."

"What you said is quite high-sounding."

"Yan Ci, you want to pay with blood! Just like when your family members died, but you killed your fellow disciples! If I don't believe it, you don't understand this feeling."

"You can only kill someone in revenge, can't we? Hypocrisy!"

Qi Youqing frowned slightly, just when he used the power of the spirit of speech to silence everyone in the Xuanlang Sect.

"I?"

But he saw Yan Ci sneer in a low voice, contemptuous and self-deprecating but also cold.

His eyes, which were as gentle as spring water, turned into ice, and there was no trace of smile on the corners of his lips. At first glance, he looked a bit like the angry little guy.

Seeing this, Qi Youqing just silently stepped back a long way, and then quietly sat on the Shuanghan Crossing Snow Sword, waiting to watch the show.

Zang Yunzhi glanced at Yan Ci, then at Qi Youqing, and decisively retreated a distance.

The best ones in Cangyan Sect have all withdrawn.

To be on the safe side, he also moved back.

The next second, Yan Ci was seen taking action with a mace.

There were obviously disciples in the late Yuanying stage on the opposite side, as well as several people in the middle and early stages of Yuanying, but Yan Ci was not timid at all, and his fighting style was even vaguely life-threatening.

For those who didn’t know, they thought it was not the Xuanlang Sect who came to seek revenge, but Yan Ci.

Seeing this, Zang Yunzhi felt a little more thoughtful in his eyes.

Why did Yan Ci suddenly explode?

Which words from the Xuanlang Sect disciple struck a chord with him?

Just when Zang Yunzhi was thinking.

Yan Ci had already given him the answer during the fight.

"Do you really want revenge? Or do you just want to make noise and feel at ease?"

"I understand very well, but you don't understand!"

There are many ways to take revenge. If you have the strength, you can kill directly.

Even if you don't have the strength, you can endure it for several years just for layout, and you will hit with one hit.

But they are the only ones not like this.

If you don't have the strength, you still come to make noise, as if it's just a formality.

Let him... look down on it.

During the melee, the mace, with its manic power, forcibly broke through the defense of one of the disciples of the Xuanlang Sect, and went straight to the disciple's head like a bamboo. If the mace hits the disciple, he will die.

The disciple's eyes widened, and the defensive weapon on his body was activated, but it was only blocked for a moment. At that moment, he clearly felt death.

A figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, waving its sleeves and easily blocking the oncoming mace.

Zang Yunzhi and Qi Youqing, who were eating melon not far away, stood up at the same time when they saw the visitor.