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

Chapter 395 Waiting for you to pick it up

I got an item that smelled like Yan Nanhui.

Qi Youqing's spiritual power fluctuated slightly, like a spring breeze, not violently. You can feel it carefully. It seems that there is a fine and sharp blade hidden in the slight fluctuation of spiritual power. It is mysterious and does not allow others to pry.

Bei Wan could already tell what her senior brother wanted to do, but she couldn't quite figure it out.

I haven't expressed any intention of asking my senior brother to find Yan Nanhui. Why, the third senior brother has already gone to look for Yan Nanhui by himself?

He also used his precognitive abilities.

The seemingly gentle and friendly spiritual power fluctuations dissipated, and Qi Youqing's breathing became slightly faster. When he met Bei Wan's gaze, his cold, heterochromatic eyes showed regret.

He said: "I'm afraid it will be too late..."

Bei Wan was stunned, but couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness in his heart.

Yan Nanhui is actually a pretty good person.

Under the guidance of Qi Youqing and the three-legged Golden Crow, they rushed at full speed.

A quarter of an hour later.

Bei Wan and others arrived at the approximate location of Yan Nanhui.

The three-legged Golden Crow is powerful. With him around, it is not difficult to control the scene.

There were a lot of people in the underground cave. Bei Wan immediately handed the elixir to Qi Youqing and asked him to feed these disciples. However, she did not go to look for Yan Nanhui, but quickly drew the formation.

The healing formation rose, and a comfortable and warm feeling gradually crawled onto the bodies of the injured disciples, healing their injuries together with the elixir.

After setting up the formation, Bei Wan walked towards where the third senior brother was. There was a familiar young man there.

When Beiwan arrived, Qi Youqing had just handed the Youlong Sword to the young man.

The young man closed his eyes, and raised a gentle and relieved smile on his lips. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with the recovered Dragon Sword placed on his legs. The whole person was actually gentler than he looked before.

If it weren't for the blood splattered on the disciple's clothes and the blood on his cheek and hair, he would have been thought to be fine.

Yan Nanhui's situation is better than ordinary people. Although she can't see or speak, and her golden elixir has been dug out, her spiritual veins and spiritual roots are still there.

After all, he was the direct disciple of the leader of Qingya Sect at that time.

Although Duan Tianhan now has no strength and is still unconscious, the protection of the three tribulation stages left in Yan Nanhui's body can still be used.

If it weren't for the protection of these three auras of transcending the tribulation period, Yan Nanhui would never be able to survive now.

However, the golden elixir is gone. Although it can still be cultivated, it is more difficult to reshape the golden elixir than to form the elixir before. In the past, those whose golden elixir was cut or destroyed basically could not form the elixir again and could only stay in the Refining Qi and building foundation.

Yan Nanhui was sitting on the ground, her face pale, the blood stained on her face had solidified, and the dark red blood was even more dazzling against the pale skin.

As if hearing familiar footsteps, Yan Nanhui raised his head slightly, raised the right hand holding the sword, and wrote invisible with his index finger in the air: Bei Wan?

"Well, it's me."

The little guy was silent for a moment, his voice a little dry.

In addition to the two strongholds we have seen before, this is already the third one. The disciples who were treated in this way in the three strongholds either wanted to seek death or were silent after being rescued.

Yan Nanhui was the first one, with a stable mood, as if nothing had happened to him.

His performance made Bei Wan feel even more emotional.

As if he heard something was wrong in Bei Wan's voice, Yan Nanhui just pursed his lips and chuckled. He raised his hand and wrote: I'm fine, it's just a pity...

His fingertips paused for a moment, then a somewhat regretful and embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and he continued to write: It's a pity that I haven't been able to discuss it with you yet.

He had had this idea for a long time, but various events later delayed it, and until now... it seems that there is no such fate after all.

The young man lowered his fingertips that were hanging in the air to write, and the smile on his face was worse than no smile at all, which made people uncomfortable to look at.

He didn't blame anyone, and he didn't blame himself for why he helped the old woman. Who can predict things like a god?

The fault was not with him, Yan Nanhui, but with those who used good intentions to deceive others.

He just followed the path in his heart. There is no smooth path along the way, but he has a clear conscience.

Bei Wan was silent, an idea quietly taking shape in his mind.

She bent down and imitated Yan Nanhui, sitting cross-legged opposite him, and reached out to touch his Wandering Dragon Sword, "This is a good sword."

Yan Nanhui nodded lightly, and the smile on his face was a little more pleased and approving.

"Mo Wendao has a technique. If the practice goes well, it can help people who have no cultivation practice to have the strength to overcome tribulations."

The smile on Yan Nanhui's face faded a bit, and she waited quietly for Bei Wan to continue. He knew that there was still the most important thing Bei Wan had not said.

"If you want to be qualified to practice this technique, you must first endure the pain of bone shattering. Break the 206 bones in your body one by one, and use a medicinal bath to transform yourself. Broken bones are already painful, plus medicinal bath..."

Bei Wan's voice was not sharp, but was like the clouds in the sky, calm and indifferent, a little childish, and a little soft. But before she finished speaking, she saw the young man raising his hand and writing in the void: OK.

"Yan Nanhui, listen to me." The little girl's face was condensed, "No one has tried it, you are the first."

[I know, I am honored to be the first person. 】 Yan Nanhui's hand wrote in the void: "Their spiritual roots and spiritual veins are all gone, and most of them are not as good as me in cultivation. I should come first." 】

Yan Nanhui even guessed what Bei Wan was thinking but had not yet said.

The young man's face was pale and gentle, and he was holding the Dragon Sword in his hand. Although he was not very strong, at this moment, both Bei Wan and Qi Youqing had a feeling in their hearts.

This kid is definitely a righteous person! It’s so right! It's upright and not pedantic, it's upright and makes people feel comfortable! Subliminally admirable.

"If you need anything, if the Qingya Sect can't help you, just come to our Cangyan Sect."

Qi Youqing stretched out his cold hand and handed a jade pendant into Yan Nanhui's hand.

They couldn't have Yan Nanhui's temperament, but they were willing to help him.

Yan Nanhui did not refuse, he just nodded to the two people from Cangyan Sect: "Thank you!"

The reason for not refusing is because I have probably seen clearly what I will face in the future.

Qingya Sect should no longer focus on him, but it won't abandon him either. It always has to be acceptable in terms of face.

Maybe Cang Yan Sect’s help will really be needed later.

After Yan Nanhui was settled, Bei Wan was ready to get up and continue looking for a possible fourth stronghold.

However, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes. Yan Nanhui was speechless, so it was more convenient to reach out and pull Bei Wan.

He handed over the Youlong Sword: Can you ask Zheli to help take care of it for a while?

For sword cultivators like Yan Nanhui, the sword is their life.

Just leave it to others like this now?

[When I get better, I’ll pick it up myself! 】

If it's not good and you don't survive, hand the sword to the young boy. Last time, the young boy showed the full strength of the Youlong Sword.

but……

Yan Nanhui's hand that was writing in the void paused, and the other hand gently touched the Youlong Sword: "You must take it!" 】

As a sword cultivator, although Bei Wan is a bit "careful" about weapons under the influence of her master, if it were Zhu Zhuo, she would definitely take Zhu Zhuo back.

"Well, I'll wait for you to pick it up!"