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

When Bei Wan woke up, it was already noon.

Several senior brothers have competitions, so Yan Fengmian can only take care of her.

The wounds on his body had been taken care of and his clothes were clean and tidy. The little guy sat up and looked at his right hand.

It was this hand, holding the small wooden sword, that pierced Li Gui's flesh and blood.

Bei Wan still couldn't accept the kind of flesh and blood that broke apart under the sword and stabbed the person.

"award."

Yan Fengmian's voice sounded.

At the same time, a hand with distinct joints appeared in Bei Wan's sight.

There was a maltose wrapped in oil paper lying in the palm.

The little guy raised his head blankly and looked at the master in front of him.

Not sure why it is called a reward.

Seeing the little guy with his stupid hair on his head looking up at him stupidly, Yan Fengmian suddenly wanted to chuckle for some reason.

"Practice practitioners will inevitably have to spar. If you go all out in a spar, there will inevitably be casualties, and bloodshed is common."

When Yan Fengmian saw that the little guy didn't respond, he peeled off the maltose in his palm as he spoke, pinched the maltose with his slender fingers, and forcefully fed it into the little guy's mouth.

"You were also scratched by Li Gui, but did you feel that he was soft-hearted? I remember Mo Yan took you to watch the adult competition. Is it bad?"

The sweet taste of maltose quickly spreads in the mouth.

Bei Wan also felt that his empty mind was a little clearer.

"awful……"

The little guy thought about it and saw that in many of the games he saw in the adult group, the opponent was bruised and bleeding.

"Do you understand? This is the way of monks' cultivation. As long as you want to become stronger, the process must be paved with your own blood and the blood of your opponent."

"You can't be the only one who gets hurt, others can get hurt too, do you understand?"

"Well, Bei Wan understands."

After the little guy finished speaking, Yan Fengmian didn't have time to praise him.

The growling sounds of hungry children could be heard clearly in the room.

Bei Wan:......

He lowered his head and glanced at his belly expressionlessly.

Shame!

"Let's go have a meal. There is a game in the afternoon!"

While eating in the inn, Bei Wan worked hard on the meal and said nothing while eating, but there were many things on his mind.

"Master, my sword is broken."

The little guy put down the spoon and looked at Yan Fengmian seriously.

"Well, it's okay, you can choose whatever you want."

Yan Fengmian waved his sleeves, and the bed was filled with weapons. They all looked extraordinary, and any sword would be the envy of outsiders.

But Yan Fengmian just drank tea slowly.

"If you don't like them, I'll just choose one and make do with it, and I'll take you around at night."

Before Bei night, I looked at them one by one, and finally reluctantly chose a sword with dual attributes of wood and fire.

"This one is called Zhuzhuo, with dual attributes of wood and fire."

"Zhu Zhuo..."

The little guy murmured softly. Among the group of swords, only this one shook the most when she touched it.

When she called her like that, the long sword buzzed even more, looking even more excited.

It's just... this sword is basically about the same height as her.

Bei Wan held the Zhuzhuo Sword and looked up at the Master: "Master, I can only hold it."

Yan Fengmian looked at the small breast dumpling that was about the same size as a sword...not even as tall as a sword, and was silent for a moment.

"How about you contract it?"

Anyway, their Cang Yan Sect doesn't have a strict rule of one person and one sword, so if you like someone, you can make a contract, so there's nothing wrong with it.

"Okay!" The little guy agreed immediately.

Then Yan Fengmian looked at her, and she looked at Yan Fengmian.

Yan Fengmian: Why didn't she make a contract?

Bei Wan: Why doesn't he teach me?

"Master, how do you make a contract?"

Yan Fengmian: ...You promised so readily just now, I almost thought you would.

After all, who among the apprentices above will teach them how to make a contract with the sword?

It is indeed a bit uncomfortable to take care of such a young child for the first time.

After her master taught her how to make a contract, Bei Wan began to make a contract with a serious sword for the first time.

The contract process went smoothly. The Zhuzhuo Sword showed no resistance at all. Instead, he circled around Bei Wan twice after the contract was made.

"Use your mind to control the size changes of the bamboo burn."

Bei Wan tried four or five times before he really started to change the size of the Zhuzhuo Sword.

Seeing that the little guy was curious about this, Yan Fengmian finally remembered his responsibility as a master and began to teach Bei Wan some basic theoretical knowledge.

"Elixirs and magic weapons are divided into levels according to "Heaven, Xuan, Earth, and Huang". The heaven level is the highest and the yellow level is the lowest."

"The Zhuzhuo Sword, as a mysterious-level magic weapon, has begun to possess spiritual intelligence and can change its form according to the master's instructions. The sword like Li Gui's on the stage today is only a high-grade yellow-level magic weapon and does not have the ability to change forms. Function."

"It's a high-grade yellow magic weapon..." Bei Wan murmured, then looked at the master with eyes full of wisdom and asked: "Then why was his weapon broken by the small peach wood sword?"

"Moreover, his sword was broken, and Bei Wan's small peach wood sword was not broken."

The little guy still feels a little strange being on stage today.

Yan Fengmian raised his eyebrows, but he was confused in his heart. He thought this little guy knew that it was her third senior brother who was helping her.

But that's fine, the little one doesn't know, so that no one can get the words out of her mouth.

"Maybe you are too powerful, or maybe his sword is fake!"

Bei Wan:? ? ?

Is it really?

Just when she was about to ask further, Yan Fengmian hugged her.

"Let's go, let's go to the game!"

……

The afternoon game went smoothly for Beiwan.

With the new sword, the magic weapon given by the third senior brother, plus... the opponents seemed to be unlucky.

Some cut themselves with their swords, some slipped and fell, and one seemed to rush too fast and was knocked off the stage.

In short...Bei Wan's win was strange.

Many people around him, including Bei Wan, thought it was weird that he won, but the referee team didn't find anything unusual.

Beiwan's side won very smoothly.

But surprisingly, in the adult group, Qi Youqing rarely lost to an opponent of a lower level than him.

However, it didn’t attract anyone’s attention, and winning or losing was normal.

When Bei Wan stepped down from the stage, Luoquan Sword, already the eldest brother, floated over to pick her up.

"Let's go, let's go to the black market tonight to find some treasures."

"I used to go alone. It was not interesting."

As soon as I returned to the senior brothers, I heard the impatient voice of the fourth senior brother.

"black market?"

The little guy didn't know what the black market was yet, but he became curious because of the expectation in Mo Yan's tone.

"Well, a nice place with lots of good stuff!"

Mo Yanyan explained to the little guy briefly and comprehensively, then looked at the senior brothers and sisters and said, "Let's go together!"

Liao Jin hummed.

Yan Ci looked down at the little guy in his arms and nodded.

"I'm not going."

Qi Youqing's voice came softly, and after he finished speaking, he raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed a few times.

Only then did Bei Wan notice that the third senior brother's complexion seemed paler than before, his lips had no color at all, and he looked almost dead.

The little guy's sneaky glances were too hard to ignore, so Qi Youqing raised his eyes and looked over.

The little breasted dumpling who secretly looked at the third senior brother immediately lowered his head.

Although the third senior brother's eyes were always wrapped with ribbons, she still felt that the third senior brother could see her clearly.

Qi Youqing didn't stay much, turned around and left after saying this.

Bei Wan looked at the lonely and desolate figure of the young man and tugged on his senior brother's sleeve.

"Third Senior Brother...are you injured?"