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

Yan Nanhui knew about Bei Wan.

In other words, in this sect competition, he didn't even pay much attention to other people in the juvenile group, only paying attention to Bei Wan.

Before the competition, his master told him that if he met someone from the Cang Yan Sect this time, he would go all out and defeat them.

At that time, he was still thinking about what kind of difficult opponent he was.

Unexpectedly, it was a five-year-old child who had not even built a foundation.

At first, he thought that he would never meet this young child, and it was very possible that just a few people could eliminate her in the preliminary round.

As a result...the little guy made it to the finals by relying on magic weapons and luck.

Unlike others, Yan Nanhui not only saw something beyond the little guy's strength, he also saw a kind of... hard work in Bei Wan.

To be honest, he had never seen a five-year-old child whose face remained unchanged despite being covered in injuries, as if she was not afraid of pain.

In that small body, there was a tenacity and a kind of madness that he couldn't do when he was five years old.

Yes, Yan Nanhui felt that Bei Wan was like a little lunatic.

A cute but tough little madman who is not afraid of death.

Yan Nanhui was silent for a moment, nodded politely to the little guy as a greeting, then turned around and walked off the stage.

As soon as I stepped off the stage, I heard Master's voice transmitting secret messages.

"Nan Hui, we must win this battle, remember not to underestimate the enemy."

The leader of the Qingya Sect knew the strength of his young apprentice, but he did not dare to underestimate the Cangyan Sect.

Who knows what kind of tricks this little guy from Cangyan Sect can do.

The young man nodded slowly, indicating that he understood, and even if the master did not tell him, he would not underestimate the enemy.

Because he knew the importance of Bei Wan's game, whether it was against Bei Wan or Cang Yan Sect.

……

The little guy returned to his senior brothers sitting on the Falling Spring Sword.

"It's Yan Nanhui."

Bei Wan spoke to the senior brothers in a childish voice.

Those clear and round eyes looked at them quietly, as if asking them, what should she do?

"Do your best."

Yan Ci was silent for a moment, and finally said such nonsense.

Mo Yan rolled his eyes, turned around and asked Qi Youqing again: "Third Senior Brother, are you okay?"

They can compete in the adult group at will, since they are all from the same sect anyway. As long as the third senior brother cannot be ranked No. 5, the other rankings are arbitrary.

In short, Qi Youqing can completely devote all his energy to Bei Wan with the power of his spiritual spirit, without having to consider his ranking.

Qi Youqing looked pale and sneered: "It's difficult."

He had used the power of words and spirits for so many days. The power of words and spirits had not only physical backlash, but also luck backlash.

In short, the more he uses it, the more likely he is to be unlucky.

It can be seen from the fact that he choked on drinking water in the past few days, mixed his left foot with his right foot when he got off the ring, and threw spiritual stones when he went out.

This is bad luck...

It may even affect those around you.

He didn't dare to use it anymore. He was afraid that if he used it again, even if he helped Bei Wan, Bei Wan would not be able to win the game due to various other unlucky reasons.

Mo Yan was silent for a moment and said to the little guy, "Just work hard."

Bei Wan:......

Fourth Senior Brother, listen, is there any big difference between the four words you use and the four words used by Senior Brother just now?

She also dislikes what the elder brother said.

"Just go all out." Liao Jin gave his instructions.

Qi Youqing was silent for a moment and said very realistically: "Live."

Bei Wan:......

"Bei Wan."

The master's voice rang in her ears, and Bei Wan was stunned for a moment. She turned to look at her senior brothers and found that none of them seemed to have heard her. She understood that it was most likely that the sound was transmitted into a secret.

The little guy frowned. Master wouldn't say anything like go all out and admit defeat.

"The Qingya Sect's unique Shadow Sword Art practiced by Yan Nanfen is extremely fast and extremely difficult to break. His strength can crush you. If you want to win..."

Yan Fengmian was silent for a moment, and Bei Wan, who listened to him, suddenly became stunned.

The little guy's expression was serious and he was concentrating, for fear of missing a word that the master said next.

After listening to what the master said, Bei Wan lowered his eyes and tightened his grip on the Bamboo Burning Sword in his hand.

She...wanted to give it a try, although there was basically no hope.

But she didn't want Cang Yan Sect to be expelled and make her senior brothers lose the opportunity to go to the secret realm.

Just like what the senior brothers said, do your best, go all out, just work hard, and...just stay alive.

……

Bei Wan was sent to the stage handsomely by Luo Quan Jian, which was forced by Mo Yan.

He said that even if my little sister goes to fight a losing battle, she still has to go out looking handsome!

The little girl was holding the Bamboo Burning Sword. There was no smile on her soft little face, and she said seriously to the young man in front of her who was much taller than her: "Cang Yan Sect, Bei Wan, please enlighten me."

The childish little milky voice resounded sonorously and powerfully on the ring.

"Qingya Sect, Yan Nanhui, please enlighten me."

The tall young man in a green shirt clasped his fists and saluted the little guy, without any intention of looking down on her.

The audience was full of spectators, all here to enjoy the game, even though they used to like to watch adult games.

But now it is obvious that the juvenile group looks better.

In the adult group, it's almost an internal fight between the Cangyan Sect, and it's basically not that interesting.

Where would it be interesting to see if Cangyan Sect can firmly sit on the Sixth Sect?

If this young junior sister of Cangyan Sect wins, Cangyan Sect will still be firmly in the top six sects.

But if they lose, the Cangyan Sect will be expelled from the Sixth Sect, which has not been replaced for many years. This is a historic scene.

"Start." The referee shouted and left the ring.

Under the gaze of everyone, Bei Wan remained motionless.

She didn't move, and Yan Nanhui didn't move either out of caution.

But soon, Yan Nanhui couldn't wait any longer, and he took the lead in drawing his sword and attacking.

Yan Nanhui was cautious after all. Every move he made was a sharp killing move. He never underestimated his enemy.

The young man's figure is like a ghost, his steps are like a shadow, his sword is sharp and decisive, and he attacks quietly with the sound of breaking wind.

Bei Wan's fingers holding the Zhuzhuo Sword were turning white with force, and she could feel the pressure brought by Yan Nanhui.

She stood still, and when the young man's Dragon-Wandering Sword struck, a silver light suddenly lit up on her body, blocking the attack.

Yan Nanhui was recoiled by the powerful impact, her body flew up, and she stood ten feet away from Bei Wan again.

"One more time."

He stood firm, exhaled a breath, raised his sword and struck again.

Bei Wan only had two opportunities to use defensive magic weapons. He had used them once just now, so he would definitely use them again this time.

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely relax a little at this time and don't have to attack with all your strength.

But that was not the case for Yan Nanhui. Knowing that Bei Wan would also use defensive weapons, he struck out with all his strength again.

Bei Wan bit his lip, and the defensive weapon lit up again, blocking Yan Nanhui's second attack.

Yan Nanhui was affected by the impact of the collision and stabilized his body.

He looked at the little guy who was still standing in the ring and said, "You have no chance to use the magic weapon."

"Yes! Yes." The little guy licked his lips and replied seriously.

Yan Nanhui's eyes fell on the persistent, tight little breasts, and he wanted to say that you can go down by yourself.

But he understood that this was an insult to Bei Wan. If he really wanted to admit defeat, the other party would not come on stage at all.

"excuse me."

Yan Nanhui cupped her fists and said to the little guy.

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, the young man's figure looked like a dragon, and he once again attacked Bei Wan with the Dragon Sword.

The referee on the side was ready to take action at any time to save the little guy.

The competition in the ring is a competition, but it cannot kill anyone.

Qi Youqing in the audience clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and his smooth and pale forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

The red eyes hidden under the black silk stared closely at Yan Nanhui, who had already made a move. Bei Wan's eyes could not see the young man's move clearly clearly.

But in his eyes, it was just right, and he could still crush Yan Nanhui with his strength in the early stages of forming the core.

At that moment, Qi Youqing's thin lips moved slightly and uttered a word.

"block!"

Tai Beiwan held the sword with both hands, as if he had predicted where Yan Nanhui's attack would land. He held the sword with one hand and held the sword with the other, blocking Yan Nanhui's blow.

However, his hands were numb at that moment, and his body was brought to the edge of the ring by the huge impact.

Bei Wan blocked Yan Nanhui's stabbing sword. This posture was most suitable for slashing with a diagonal swing.

"Cut!" Qi Youqing's voice was low and urgent.

After saying this word, he quickly raised his right hand and covered the corner of his mouth. A mouthful of blood gushed out, quietly soaking the sleeves of Dahong's disciple uniform.

Qi Youqing's thin lips raised slightly, never had he been so impulsive.

Even though he knew he shouldn't help, he still helped the little guy.

On the stage, the Beiwan Bamboo Burning Sword was filled with spiritual power, carrying the power of his senior brother's words and spirit to slash down.