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

"Sure enough, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. These clothes look extremely ugly, but the little guy looks really beautiful in them."

The lady who was cutting clothes looked at the little baby in front of her and couldn't help but sigh.

The little guy has been nourished by medicated food and elixirs for a period of time. In addition, his energy and spirit have also recovered, and he has begun to practice. He is still white, but there is a kind of spiritual energy all over his body.

The emerald green and bright red clothes make her more pink and lively. She still has baby fat on her cheeks, and her little face always likes to be serious. She really looks like a little fairy child who is serious about words.

Mo Yan on the side also agreed: "Indeed."

The disciple uniforms designed by Master are really ugly.

Yan Ci also echoed what the aunt said: "Well, you are right."

Their home in Beiwan is really beautiful.

Only Bei Wan, who stood in front of them, still showed hesitation.

Is it really... good-looking?

Back at the inn, Yan Fengmian looked at the pink and jade-carved little guy who looked particularly lively and energetic in his disciple uniform, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's very suitable. If you wear this disciple uniform tomorrow, you will definitely win!"

Bei Wan was confused: "This has something to do with the disciple uniform?"

Mo Yan, who was eating some fruit next to him, said lazily: "When you appear on stage, you will scare the enemy to death!"

A proper mental attack.

"Get out! Don't let me see you!"

Yan Fengmian discovered that since having this young apprentice, Mo Yan has gradually become more and more aggressive.

It's time to have a good discussion with the fourth apprentice.

In short, unilateral beating.

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The next day, Bei Wan woke up, changed her clothes and walked out of the room.

I saw four senior brothers who were extremely conspicuous.

Originally, they were all among the best, with outstanding talents, but now they put on the disciple uniforms designed by the master himself, and they even have an unspoken aura of domineering power that is faintly exuding.

Senior Brother Yan Ci always likes to wear clothes in elegant colors. This is the first time Bei Wan has seen him wearing such bright colors. It's not that it doesn't look good, but it adds a touch of contrast.

The second senior brother has a straight face, a strong figure, and is not angry or intimidating. He really looks like a king when he wears these clothes.

The third senior brother was already frail, but now that he is wearing it, he feels delicate and weak.

As for the fourth senior brother Mo Yan, he looked like a gangster.

Anyway, the clothes are ugly, but the seniors are all handsome in their own way.

Bei Wan had short legs and went directly to Yan Ci, stretching out her arms and waiting for him to pick her up.

"Everyone is here? Let's go!"

Yan Fengmian came out of the room and when passing by Bei Wan, he took out a meatloaf from his storage bracelet and gave it to the little guy.

"Eat enough and beat hard."

He had never paid much attention to competitions in the past. Although the reputation of these four apprentices was a bit bad, their abilities were still good.

It's just that this time, I didn't expect that those sects would target Cangyan Sect. The pressure was actually on Xiao Beiwan.

This competition was held in the main square of Qingya Sect.

Among all the young and beautiful disciples in all kinds of beautiful uniforms, Cangyan Sect is unique.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.

"Which sect is this?"

"Why are there only five of them?"

"The clothes are really ugly, but they are so handsome!"

"Pull him down, he belongs to the Cang Yan Sect."

Mo Yan had long been used to it, but he still couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"It's like this every time. It's not interesting at all."

"We are the only ones who stand out every time!"

He was a little bored, and his eyes fell on the small breast dumpling lying quietly on his senior brother's shoulder, and he squeezed it with his hand.

"You look like a bag, so it's good to call it a conspicuous bag!"

The success was rewarded with frowns and disgust from the little breasted dumpling.

A smile appeared on Mo Yan's face, Wuhu~

Succeed in being mean.

As the head of the Sixth Sect, Yan Fengmian abandoned his disciples and sat on the high platform.

As usual, the sect leader who won first place in the previous session would give a passionate speech at this sect competition.

Yan Fengmian refused directly.

He doesn't want to waste his time, acting like a monkey on stage.

After the complicated opening ceremony, the game was ready to begin.

The competition is divided into two arenas, divided according to age.

There is one arena for those under 15 years old, and one arena for those over 15 years old and up to 30 years old.

Mainly to show the heritage of a sect.

If all the disciples are over 15 years old, then this sect will almost be abolished because there are not enough people.

If there are only disciples under the age of 15, then the sect is not strong enough.

It's not unreasonable.

"I heard that Cang Yan Sect only allowed a five-year-old child to participate in the competition this time." Head Xuanlang chatted casually.

"Ah."

Yan Fengmian hummed casually.

"Didn't Master Yan say that this child is your daughter? It seems that your own children can't worship you as their teacher, right?"

Qin Pin, the elder of Xuanji Peak of Qingya Sect, said something else.

Yan Fengmian turned around and took a look. It was the old man who came to Cangyan Sect to take Bei Wan away and claimed to be Bei Wan's uncle.

"Once a teacher, always a father, I am still her father!"

Qin Pin:......

"Hahahaha, but this time Cangyan Sect may not be able to get the top three positions. Fengmian should recruit disciples earlier and expand Cangyan Sect."

Yan Fengmian leaned back and leaned on the back of the black wooden chair, his eyes falling on the young girl in the junior group, who was being surrounded by senior brothers and giving instructions.

"I can beat you even at the age of five!"

Qin Pin and others:? ? ?

I'm afraid this person hasn't woken up yet!

A five-year-old child, and they had done research, they found out that the child's meridians were broken and he couldn't practice at all. They couldn't feel the child's spiritual power at all.

Such a kid...

Not to mention their sect, if you randomly find a child in the Qi refining stage of an unknown small sect, you can knock this five-year-old child down.

Even at the age of five, he could beat them with just two words: "Haha".

I almost laughed out loud.

Juvenile group stage area.

Bei Wan was obediently listening to his senior brother's instructions.

Yan Ci: "If we can't defeat us, then we will admit defeat. Don't hurt yourself, you know?"

Liao Jin: "Come on."

Qi Youqing: "Remember to use the magic weapon."

Mo Yan: "Little junior sister, remember to use your tortoise skills! Consume them to death!"

People around: "Wonderful art? What is it?"

"It doesn't sound like a good technique! It's a rubbish sect!"

"Return to the bastard's art and laugh out loud."

Mo Yan turned his head and silently remembered those little brats who laughed at him.

There are nine arenas for the junior group, and there are many games in one morning.

Bei Wan was drawn to be the first to play, in the sixth arena.

Before going on stage, Mo Yan waved to her and shouted loudly: "Little junior sister, remember the bastard!"

Bei Wan climbed up to the ring faster, looking from below.

It really looks like a colorful little... bastard.

There was no way, the above three senior brothers were all competing for the first time, and only he got the third one, so he could watch the little guy's game.

Bei Wan climbed onto the ring and patted the dirt on his hands.

She looked at the little boy in his early ten years opposite.

"Tianqimen, Zhang Yuanyuan!"

Bei Wan blinked and imitated the little boy's behavior. In a soft and soft voice, he said solemnly: "Cang Yan Sect, Bei Wan."

That soft voice, small stature, and baby-fat face.

The little boy paused and said, "I'll be gentle!"

Mo Yan in the audience couldn't help but roll up his sleeves.

What does 'I'll be gentle' mean.

This boy, even if you use all your strength, you still can't beat this little junior sister who is so skilled!