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

The area around the martial arts training ground was already filled with people. These were the disciples of the Wen family who had been summoned by Wen Ruqi to prepare for a sparring match.

"Sister Qi, do we really want to fight the child in front of us?"

A female disciple standing next to Wen Ruqi was holding a sword and frowning slightly. It wasn't that she looked down on the child, but she really couldn't do it.

Just ordering a cub like that, wouldn't it cost too much in this fight?

"Well, this is natural. If you really want to fight, you must be careful."

Facing the questions raised by the Wen family disciples, Wen Ruqi not only agreed, but even asked them to be careful.

After all, sword cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage are not easy to fight.

The strongest among the Wen family disciples present was only the Golden Elixir Dzogchen.

The female disciple nodded and said sincerely: "Don't worry, I will definitely be merciful and use caution to avoid hurting the child."

Wen Ruqi gave her a meaningful and pointed look.

"You should be careful and never underestimate the enemy at any time."

more.

For example, the cute and delicate-looking child on the stage was actually an eight-year-old Nascent Soul sword cultivator, but she kept silent about it.

There are two reasons.

One is to let the Wen family disciples have a longer memory. It is a taboo to underestimate the enemy and they must not be complacent at any time.

Secondly, if the Wen family disciples now know the strength of their little cousin, they will most likely become timid due to fear. The eight-year-old Yuanying sword cultivator is scary enough.

"Miss Wen."

Yan Ci walked to Wen Ruqi's side and transmitted the message into the secret: "You can try a melee fight, one person from Beiwan and 20 Wen family disciples."

"Is this...really okay?" Wen Ruqi hesitated slightly.

It's not that she doesn't believe her little cousin.

The main thing is that my little cousin is an eight-year-old Nascent Soul and is also an Earth-level formation mage, which is enough to defy the heavens.

She felt that her little cousin's formation skills were impressive, but her sword skills should be inferior.

Although my little cousin is still a sword cultivator, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes before.

Even if you are willing to believe that the other person is strong in your heart, it is an empty belief.

Wen Ruqi felt that it would be a bit too difficult for twenty Wen family disciples to come together now.

"Don't worry about Bei Wan, she is very good at sparring."

"I think the top ones among the Wen family disciples are just Golden Elixir Dzogchen, don't worry."

Wen Ruqi's eyes swept across the Cangyan Sect's people, but she didn't see anyone worried about the little guy on the stage.

So, she decisively ordered twenty disciples of the Wen family who were practicing swordsmanship.

"You guys, go together."

The voice that said these five words was sonorous and powerful, and it sounded full of confidence, but only Wen Ruqi knew how much uncertainty she felt in her heart.

This is something that makes people feel unreliable after hearing it.

If her instructions were not firmer, then the mentality of these Wen family disciples who came to power would be even more unstable.

When Bei Wan on the stage heard this sentence, his face was instantly filled with surprise, and the whole cub seemed to be rejuvenated.

Group fight!

She hasn't had a few fights yet.

It is rare to encounter a group of more than 20 people outside who actively seek advice from her.

Within the sect, the senior brothers cannot gather so many people.

She had heard from the fourth senior brother how the senior brothers fought their way in and out of the crowd.

Now I finally have the opportunity to try and experience it.

The sparring table in the martial arts training ground is large enough for twenty Wen family disciples to jump onto it without feeling crowded.

But when they jumped onto the competition stage, Bei Wan, who was alone in the background, looked pitiful.

"Cangyan Sect, Beiwan."

The little guy didn't care about the different looks from the 20 people opposite him.

Greet several people sincerely, politely, and in line with the discussion process.

The 20 people across from each other looked at each other: They don’t want to be introduced one by one, right? Are there too many people?

But when they saw that the little guy didn't do anything and just looked at them quietly, they thought, why not introduce him?

So, the audience heard that there was a lot of excitement at the martial arts training ground, and the disciples of the Sewen family hurried over and saw...

Hey!

Twenty disciples of their Wen family stood on the stage, politely and orderly announcing their family status.

There seemed to be only one person facing him, the little baby on the Wen family disciple's waist.

"No, how can they fight in a group! That's a child!"

"I had the nerve to take the initiative to sign up, but a group of adults were competing with a child, and they were pretending to follow the rules."

"Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed..."

Zang Yunzhi sent a secret message to Yan Ci: "I didn't expect that the disciples of the Wen family are quite naive and have a sense of justice."

However, they may be disappointed.

Half a stick of incense is only half a stick of incense.

Some of the Wen family disciples on the competition stage fell on the stage and some fell off the stage.

In the same way, they all looked at Bei Wan in horror.

The little guy was holding the burning bamboo sword in his hand and still stood calmly on the stage.

I don’t know if it’s because everyone taller than her has fallen down.

It was because she was so powerful that her short figure instantly became taller.

Anyway, now except for the people from Cangyan Sect.

The Wen family disciples present looked at Bei Wan with a dull expression.

Has the world outside gone crazy like this?

A child with this level of skills can defeat the relatively strong sword cultivators of the Wen family.

And there are still twenty in one strike.

"Too soft."

Yan Ci looked at the stage and the Wen family disciples who were knocked off the stage, and spoke to break the dead silence around them.

He raised his steps and walked towards the Wen family disciple who fell to the ground.

His eyes were dim, and his black pupils seemed to have some unpleasant sense of oppression, sweeping over the Wen family disciples one by one. His steps were neither slow nor fast, and the jade pendant around his waist swayed slightly with the steps, as if Shaking his head at them.

This is a sparring.

The Wen family disciples were beaten to pieces, really to pieces.

It gave people a feeling that those twenty people were not like ruthless swordsmen like wolves, but like little lambs, very gentle.

The eyes of everyone present instantly focused on Yan Ci.

Bei Wan, who was standing on the stage, nodded and agreed with his senior brother: "Indeed."

I don't know if it's because the Wen family is so good at refining elixirs and has an extremely gentle temperament, but they lack the reckless energy of sword cultivators.

In the battle just now, Beiwan had already suppressed his strength somewhat.

Although the strength of the Nascent Soul stage is suppressed, he will still have the upper hand against the Golden Elixir Dzogchen.

But the Wen family has twenty Golden Elixir disciples, and there must be six or seven Golden Elixir Dzogchen disciples among them.

With such a configuration, Bei Wan should not have ended this discussion so quickly.

But Beiwan is so fast.

20 people acting together not only did not make it feel like one plus one is greater than two.

Instead, it was because of poor coordination and several mistakes that it became easier for Bei Wan to find good opportunities to defeat them one by one.

Yan Ci glanced over Bei Wan's body. It could be said that the little guy was unscathed, but his hair was a little messy. His clothes were torn by the sword energy, but there was no blood at all.

Looking at the several Wen family disciples in the audience next to him, they all had scars on their bodies, at least they were stained with blood.

He knelt down, looked at one of the Wen family disciples and asked:

"Just now I saw that you could stab her arm with the sword in your hand, at least you could hurt her. Why did you stop and change direction in the end?"

The Wen family disciple opened his mouth, but did not say what he was thinking.

"Are you afraid of hurting her?"

The Wen family disciples remained silent and just nodded.

"Then the same is true for your sparring on weekdays? Don't hurt anyone, just stop there?"

There was silence.

There was silence all around, but the harsh words had already received a response.

He stood up, the warmth in his brows faded away, and he looked down at the Wen family disciple who was beaten badly by Bei Wan on the ground.

Yan Ci, who had always spoken thoughtfully and gently, spoke without mercy this time.

"Miss Wen, with all due respect, the Wen family's swordsmen... are really far behind."

Yan Ci can be said to be the most upright swordsman and the most outstanding disciple of the swordsmanship in Cangyan Sect.

He had really never seen such a large area. He didn't dare to attack, and there was no bloody sword cultivator in the sparring.

He couldn't stand it at all.

It was definitely not because the Cang Yan Sect members were too brutal in their fights that made Yan Ci feel that the Wen family disciples were not good enough.

Not to mention a few crazy critics in Cang Yan Sect.

Even in the Xuanlang Sect in the past, the discussions between disciples would not give people a feeling of weakness and powerlessness.

It's not like they're competing, more like they're performing.

Didn't she see Bei Wan standing on the stage? Didn't her eyes, which had lit up just now in anticipation of the competition, dim because she didn't meet her expectations?

A group of twenty people attacking was not as exciting as having a hearty fight with the senior brothers.

"She is a guest of the Wen family and she is still young. How can we hurt her."

One of the disciples must have been stimulated by Yan Ci's words, and because he had a bit of a stubborn temper, he subconsciously refuted.

Yan Ci nodded, seemed to think it made sense, and then said:

"Okay, it's not convenient for you to take action against her, so how do you compare with each other on weekdays? Could you please observe her?"

Bei Wan also looked at the Wen family disciple who had just spoken from the competition table.

She also wanted to see how the Wen family disciples competed one on one.

"Don't you look down on us? You should be the ones competing and let's see the difference!"

The Wen family disciple felt a little guilty as he looked at Yan Ci and made his request.

Didn't they say that they are not good at sword cultivation in the Wen family? Then they should show what it means to be good at it.

Before Yan Ci agreed, he heard the junior sister standing on the stage with unconcealable joy and expectation in her voice.

"Senior brother! It's doable!"

The little guy nodded wildly.

She had just experienced a boring sparring match, and now she really wanted to have a more exciting sparring match.

preferably...

Three senior brothers come together!

Recently, I have been immersed in the study of formations. It has been a long time since I was pressed down and beaten by my senior brothers. I even miss the kind of swordsmanship that requires breaking through the limit, the heartbeat speeds up, and the hearty swordsmanship.

Zang Yunzhi sighed and patted Liao Jin on the shoulder: "Look! The child has been raised crookedly."

Liao Jin looked at the junior sister with shining eyes on the competition table and said attentively: "Junior sister is shining like this."

Zang Yunzhi:......

Forgot, Cang Yan Sect’s current feng shui is a bit abnormal.

There are all weirdos in the sect.

A beautiful flower blooming alone.

Yan Ci raised his eyes and looked at Bei Wan for a moment.

Especially when he saw Bei Wan turning his eyes to look at Liao Jin and Qi Youqing in the audience, he understood what the little guy was thinking.

There was no rebuttal or pretending not to understand.

"Liao Jin, Qi Youqing."

Yan Ci greeted his two junior brothers with a calm voice, and then he took the lead and jumped onto the competition platform.

Seeing this, Bei Wan's hand gripped the sword a little tighter, his heart beat rapidly, and his face showed eagerness and readiness.

Zang Yunzhi looked at Yan Ci and others on the stage.

He could only shake his head helplessly. Sure enough, it was pretty much what he expected a few years ago.

As expected, the child has already tilted in this direction, and seems to be enjoying it.

Then he looked at the Wen family disciples surrounding him.

Zang Yunzhi took the initiative and said, "Look at it, it's a rare learning opportunity."

Seeing that the Wen family was pretty good and they were related to Bei Wan by blood, he reminded him here.

When the head of the Wen family learned about the news at the martial arts training ground and came with a group of elders who had just finished the meeting, he happened to see the Cang Yan Sect disciples' competition on the competition platform about to begin.