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

"it is good!"

Bei Wan responded softly, and then looked at the chubby little boy in front of her.

She also said kindly: "If your hand hurts, just walk on by yourself!"

After all, the magic weapons given by the third senior brother are very powerful. Even if they are cut with a sword, they will be shaken and numb.

Zhang Yuanyuan smiled naively: "Okay, but I shouldn't have numb hands."

The referee on the stage:...

These two kids are not done yet!

"start!"

It was almost time to start chatting, and we were just about to get a dish and drink two cups, when the referee quickly announced the start.

At that moment, the smile on Zhang Yuanyuan's face disappeared, and his childish eyes were full of determination, which showed that he was serious about the game.

Drawing out his sword, his strength in the late stage of Qi refining exploded, which was considered a good strength for this age group.

Bei Wan did not panic. For more than a month, she had been competing with her fourth senior brother every day besides eating.

The aura of Zhang Yuanyuan in front of her was actually similar to that of the fourth senior brother when she was sparring with him every day.

The little guy didn't follow the instructions of his senior brothers, but...

Under Yan Fengmian's satisfied gaze, he drew out his small peach wood sword.

The senior brothers were all worried about her and asked her to use the tortoise...

bah bah bah.

Let her use magic weapons to resist.

But the master told her yesterday that most of the people in the juvenile group were at the Qi refining stage, and as long as they couldn't meet those who built the foundation, she could fight.

She asked Master, how to distinguish between foundation building and Qi refining?

The master didn't say anything, he just had a one-sided fight with her.

She clearly understood the difference between Qi refining and foundation building.

The master also said that if she really wants to become stronger, she must continue to compete with her peers.

Therefore, Bei Wan came forward with a small wooden sword.

She wants to try.

In fact, not many people in the juvenile group watched it at all.

What’s the point of the fights among some Qi-refining and foundation-building children?

Older people don't watch it, but people of the same age also like to watch the adult group and learn from experience.

Therefore, when Yan Ci and Liao Jin knocked their opponents off the ring with just one move, they went straight to the back of the juvenile group.

It did make some people pay attention to the juvenile group.

Yan Ci frowned: "Didn't you say you need to use a magic weapon?"

Liao Jin: "I'm injured."

Although there was no blood, Liao Jin, who was familiar with fighting, could tell that Bei Wan had injured his left arm.

Yan Ci turned to look at Mo Yan: "Did you do it?"

Tell the little guy not to use the magic weapon and just go up and fight.

If it is the fourth child, it is not impossible.

Mo Yan, who was put in a big pot for no reason:? ? ?

"When that little thing climbed onto the ring, I even yelled 'Bashu'!"

"Okay, I believe it, don't get excited."

Although Yan Ci said so, the disgust in his eyes was not concealed.

Mo Yan:? ? ?

so annoying!

I really want to go to the ring and beat someone up right now!

Bei Wan was indeed injured, but Zhang Yuanyuan on the opposite side was not much better.

Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't feel Bei Wan's strength, but she could clearly feel that the other party's strength and reflexes were higher than his.

He doesn't have much spiritual power in his body. After all, foundation building is the only way to truly enter the ranks of cultivating immortals.

Bei Wan didn't have much spiritual power. She could indeed use flesh and blood to replace her meridians, but she hadn't completely opened them up yet. The flesh and blood around her dantian didn't have this function yet.

The fight with Zhang Yuanyuan relied entirely on the instinctive reaction gained from being pressed to the ground and rubbed by the fourth senior brother in the past month.

It was an instinctive reaction that took a month and merged into the blood and bones under the powerful crushing force.

Bei Wan used the power of turning around to dodge, and before her mind could react, her body was already slashing at Zhang Yuanyuan's opening.

Zhang Yuanyuan fell to the ground, the small wooden sword pointed directly at his heart.

"Cangyan Sect, Beiwan, wins."

Bei Wan's forehead was covered in sweat, which was caused by nervousness.

Being held down and beaten by a senior brother is still different from competing in the ring.

There are still 29 games left.

Bei Wan thought silently in his heart.

"You are awesome!" The little boy stood up and praised Bei Wan.

"You are amazing too!"

referee:? ? ? Don’t start chatting again!

He already said that he doesn’t want to come to the kindergarten group!

Damn it, let him come!

"Please step down, both of you." came the referee's ruthless voice.

"Oh!"

The two little guys just thought they couldn't chat in the ring.

Zhang Yuanyuan was taller than Bei Wan anyway, so she jumped directly when she came off the stage.

Bei Wan had short legs, and just as she was about to climb down backwards, she saw senior brother's Luoquan Sword floating to her feet.

There is a cold aura lingering around the Luoquan Sword, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

Everyone looked at the little girl who was doted on by her senior brother.

Please, every swordsman regards his sword as a companion.

This little guy simply gets off the ring and needs someone else to pick him up with a sword.

and……

"That's the Falling Spring Sword!"

"The one that goes up to the blue and falls to the underworld, the Falling Spring Sword!"

"The Luoquan Sword ranks among the top ten!"

"That man didn't even use the Luoquan Sword when he was fighting just now!"

A group of children screamed in surprise under their gaze.

The little guy's eyes lit up and he sat obediently on the Luoquan Sword.

Yes, it was very silly, sitting on the Luoquan Sword.

Falling Spring Sword:......

Forget it, regardless of whether you step on it or sit on it, that's all.

Luoquan Sword carried the little guy and flew to Yan Ci's side.

Yan Ci picked up the little guy sitting on the sword and asked, "Where is it injured?"

The little guy neatly lifted up the clothes on his arms, and a bruise suddenly appeared on his fair and tender skin.

Blue with purple in it, and purple with dark red blood, which is particularly dazzling on fair skin.

"Ointment, I used to use it frequently."

A low and rough voice came, and at the same time a pair of thick calloused hands stretched out, with an inconspicuous porcelain bottle lying in the palm.

"Thank you."

Yan Ci took the porcelain bottle, dug out the ointment from it, and gently applied it on the little guy's arm.

Bei Wan raised his head and glanced at Liao Jin. Unexpectedly, he was caught by his senior brother.

The little guy showed a harmless smile and said to Liao Jin: "Thank you, Second Senior Brother."

Liao Jin stiffened for a moment, then nodded coldly.

He quickly retracted his gaze from the little guy.

Bei Wan quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, the second senior brother did not beat her.

It's not that she's afraid, it's because the second senior brother hasn't said anything to her.

It's also extremely vicious, and children really don't like it.

"No magic weapon?"

The clear and ethereal voice came, making the little guy freeze up.

She flinched and looked behind her, where she saw her third senior brother.

"Master, Master said that those under the foundation, Beiwandu, can try to hit them."

Several senior brothers were stunned for a moment, and then no one said anything.

However, Mo Yan muttered: "The strength of a five-year-old in the late stage of Qi refining seems to be faster than that of his senior brother back then!"

Yan Ci:...

Don't think he didn't hear it.

Bei Wan went to draw lots again, and there was still an hour before her next game.

"Let's go, let's go, I'm going to compete, little guy, come over to our place and have a look!"

Mo Yan picked up the little guy and ran towards their adult group.

"To grow up, you need to watch more people who are better than you compete."

"Look carefully. Senior brother won't punch him down. If you beat him a little longer, remember to let senior brother explain to you."

The young man hugged Bei Wan and left calmly.

A passerby next to me happened to have listened to the entire content:? ? ? ?

He silently felt sorry for his opponent for a second.