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

The competition in the adult category was indeed exciting.

The little guy seemed to have his eyes opened.

If Yan Ci hadn't remembered that the little guy had a competition and reminded her that she had to prepare for the competition again, the little guy would have been able to sit here all day.

Since only the second senior brother had no competition, Bei Wan could only be sent back by the second senior brother.

This time she was not very lucky. Her opponent was a 15-year-old girl whose strength had reached the early stage of foundation building.

"Little sister, please enlighten me!"

The girl did not look down upon Bei Wan because of her young age, but was extremely serious.

"Cang Yan Sect, Bei Wan! Please enlighten me!"

The referee breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the little girl was older and stopped nagging.

As soon as the game started, Bei Wan instantly felt the pressure of the foundation building period.

The little guy tried to catch the opponent's move, but was almost knocked off the ring. A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He was breathing rapidly, as if he was out of breath.

Liao Jin in the audience immediately tightened his grip, and the terrifying momentum spread out from himself, making everyone on the side shrink a little.

On the high platform, the elder of Qingya Sect who noticed the situation here sighed.

"Master Yan, your little apprentice seems to be losing!"

Several other elders also spoke in agreement:

"If she loses a round, your Cang Yan Sect's ranking will drop one spot."

"It's better to recruit more apprentices, otherwise the price for the juvenile group will be too high."

Yan Fengmian didn't even look at them. Among a group of plainly dressed old men, his fiery red clothes as eye-catching as maple leaves stood out.

"Can't lose!"

Others present:?

The next moment, they saw the beaten little guy vomiting blood, and a golden light suddenly erupted from his body.

He directly blocked the little girl's attack without being injured at all. The rebounding wave even caused the little girl to take several big steps back.

"Finally I saw my junior sister's magic! I came just in time!"

The young man's voice sounded lazily and expectantly, which dispelled the terrifying aura around Liao Jin.

Mo Yan said that he had wanted to see it for a long time!

How spectacular!

Use a bunch of high-level magic weapons to resist a group of children in the Qi refining and foundation building stages.

This is blatant flaunting of wealth!

It doesn't matter, it's his junior sister who's showing off her wealth, and he also has face.

"This, this is a high-level magic weapon!"

"No, where did this little guy get so many powerful magic weapons!"

"Ahhh! Why should a magic weapon that can withstand the Nascent Soul stage be used to withstand the Foundation Establishment stage!!!"

What a cruel thing!

This is the truest thought in the minds of everyone present.

With the help of the magic weapon, Bei Wan achieved this victory with almost no effort.

But Bei Wan wasn't feeling well either. She had just tried to take the little girl's move, and now her internal organs were still aching.

Just as she was about to climb off the ring, she saw a dark heavy sword floating steadily under her feet.

The heavy sword, like its owner, seemed to be steady and silent, with a frightening murderous aura.

Bei Wan recognized it as the sword of his second senior brother Liao Jin.

So...it was the second senior brother's sword that came to take him down this time?

The little guy had not sat on the epee yet, so he slowly moved onto the epee, and was then carried away from the ring area by the epee.

The referees are already used to it, Cang Yan Sect is indeed a monster.

Many people below have already started whispering.

"The people from Cangyan Sect are so powerful!"

"Those senior brothers are all very strong. They have fought against each other for several times now and they have crushed their opponents. It is estimated that only the direct disciples of Qingya Sect and their heads can compete with them."

"Don't be ridiculous, Senior Brother of Cangyan Sect. He is 28 years old this year, but he has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage. A 28-year-old Nascent Soul! That's a genius!"

"Am I the only one who envies that little junior sister? Look at the two fights. In both games, senior brother wielded a sword and came off the stage. There were so many magic weapons."

Cangyan Sect will be known to everyone in the sect competition in a strange way every time.

Liao Jin seemed unable to hear the discussions around him.

He took out the elixir from his arms and handed it to the pale little guy.

The voice said in a deep voice: "Next time, don't take action."

"Oh!"

The little guy responded, indicating that he understood.

In the next few games, luck didn't take care of Bei Wan. The little guy drew five consecutive draws from opponents in the foundation building stage.

Fortunately, she has more than a dozen defensive magic weapons, and they are all high-level magic weapons that do not require the injection of spiritual power and automatically trigger the protection mechanism.

"Cang Yan Sect, Bei Wan, won seven games in a row and advanced."

The referee's voice sounded, causing the expressions of several heads and elders who had been paying attention to Bei Wan's side to change.

They really didn't expect that Cang Yan Sect would actually give that little guy so many magic weapons, but this also showed that Cang Yan Sect did have amazing resources and wealth.

They absolutely cannot let Cang Yan Sect get the top six position in the competition this time.

The qualifications for the secret realm are not available to Cangyan Sect.

Even the Cang Yan Sect must be eliminated, especially as the demons and monsters have become increasingly rampant recently. If the Cang Yan Sect rejects their alliance, they cannot be given a chance to be neutral.

After all, Cangyan Sect has a half-demon bloodline, and a master who never kills demons.

……

Changes are coming soon.

As soon as I arrived at the competition venue early the next morning, before the drawing of lots, the junior group announced new rules.

"No defensive magic weapon can be used more than twice in total during the game."

The referee said these words callously.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked towards the position of Cang Yan Sect. It was naturally clear who this new rule was for.

Everyone agreed with this new rule.

"Is there any shameless behavior in the sect competition to temporarily add rules?"

Mo Yan asked directly.

The referee seemed to have been prepared: "This decision was made by several sect heads together. The juvenile group will not involve life and death. If everyone uses defensive magic weapons, they will not be able to reach the level of the sects." Compare and discuss the principles of progress.”

Mo Yan wanted to say something else, but Yan Ci held his hand.

"Confronting the referee may result in a suspension."

Don't these people target Cang Yan Sect because they see that the success or failure of Cang Yan Sect lies with Bei Wan?

Now if Mo Yan continues to talk and is banned from the game on unfounded charges, Bei Wan's burden will be even heavier.

Mo Yan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and endured it.

"Bei Wan, don't force me. If you can't beat me, just give up."

Yan Fengmian's voice sounded in Bei Wan's mind, containing a touch of irrepressible anger.

The little guy held in Yan Ci's arms raised his head and looked towards the high platform in the center of the square.

She couldn't see the master's expression clearly, she could only see a hint of maple red among the plain white group.

Bei Wan nodded, but only she knew what she was thinking.

"There are two more chances, hold on and wait for me."

Before Qi Youqing left for the competition, he spoke to the little guy in a cold voice.

Others can't do anything, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything. Let the little guy win!

Bei Wan turned around and looked over, only to see the lonely and cold voice of the third senior brother lost in the crowd.

Third Senior Brother...is there any other way?