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

Chapter 402 Posting a note

"This...is Yan Ci's mace!"

Wu Siqiang of the Qingya Sect suddenly spoke out, attracting everyone's attention. Under everyone's gaze, he said as calmly as possible:

"Referee! They just disrupted your words and used harsh words. It doesn't count! He should have abstained and failed to catch up!"

"Even a monk's magic weapon can represent a monk, but it is not his magic weapon!"

Qi Youqing did not rush to defend or refute, but raised his eyes to look in one direction of the crowd.

He could have caught up, but someone was lame and kicked the mace over in advance. It must be more handsome this way!

Whoever caused the trouble should solve it.

The young man's voice, as bright and arrogant as the blazing sun, came loudly across the crowd: "Who said that! Magical weapons belong to whoever uses them!"

"The natal sword of your former sect leader was not found in the sword tomb. Of course, the competition will continue!"

Mo Yan and Liao Jin came side by side. When people around them saw the two, they all automatically vacated an uninhabited area.

Mo Yan looked at the referee with a smile: "Referee, let's start! Let him use the mace, we don't use swords!"

The referee has never encountered such a situation, but what Mo Yan just said is not unreasonable.

"Are you sure you only use the mace?" the referee asked.

"Yes!" Mo Yan responded quickly.

The referee glanced at Mo Yan and said, "I didn't ask you!"

Turning to look at Qi Youqing, he asked again: "Do you want to just use the mace?"

Qi Youqing glanced down at the mace in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, then nodded, and said with a cold expression: "Yes."

Qi Youqing carried the mace and coughed twice. He was somewhat tired from the journey, not to mention that he beat Mo Yan several times on the way.

Wu Si breathed a sigh of relief. With Qi Youqing's weak body in front of him, he might still have a chance of winning with a mace.

He was completely unaware of the sympathetic look in Mo Yan's eyes below.

Mo Yannuo walked up to Bei Wan and handed Bei Wan a handful of fried melon seeds with great fragrance: "You said, how many sticks did Qi Youqing have to send someone down?"

"no need."

Bei Wan lowered his head and ate melon seeds. When he saw the senior brothers arriving, he felt more relaxed: "After all, the Golden Elixir Dzogchen versus the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen can be done without the use of magic weapons."

Although the third senior brother has not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul, they all know that even if they are faced with a strong person in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the third senior brother can escape unscathed.

There is no way, a word spirit and a precognition are enough to make the monk change his fate against the will of heaven.

Wu Siqiang looked at Qi Youqing warily. Before he could move, his vision went dark. When he saw his surroundings clearly again, he was already standing under the ring.

But Qi Youqing still stood there, seemingly not even moving.

Only some disciples of Jindan and above and the referee could see clearly that Qi Youqing's movement was too fast. When he got close to Wusi Qiang, it seemed that Qi Youqing was not moving at all.

He didn't move the mace at all, he didn't need it at all.

"Cangyan Sect Qiyou Qingsheng."

Mo Yan shook his head, chewed melon seeds and said, "If it were me, I would definitely send him down slowly with a mace."

Why was it that only he, Mo Yan, had experienced the pressure of the mace?

"coming."

The little guy standing next to him eating melon seeds looked at him, his voice sweet and calm, but there seemed to be some sympathy hidden in it.

Mo Yan:?

What's coming?

As if he felt something, he turned his head silently, and then faced an indifferent face and a passionate mace.

oh! Qi Youqing is here with a mace!

"Tsk, kid, please speak more clearly next time!"

Mo Yan glanced at Bei Wan reproachfully, but slowly retreated, then ran away: "I'm going to see the second senior brother! He seems to be starting soon!"

Liao Jin, who was standing behind Bei Wan, raised his eyebrows slightly:? blindness?

"Pretend to be blind!"

Qi Youqing put away the mace and said two words lightly.

Bei Wan and Liao Jin nodded together, not forgetting to look at Mo Yanli's back, and added in unison: "You're still pretending to be stupid!"

For the four brothers and sisters of Beiwan, there is no need to be nervous about the sect competition. As long as everyone is present and does not draw one of their own, they will not lose.

There was no obvious clue about harvesting the spiritual veins and spiritual roots, so the Beiwan brothers and sisters focused on the competition between their own inner disciples.

Huahua came down from the ring. She won very handsomely. As soon as she came down, she heard her junior uncle calling her.

Bei Wan looked at the flowers with clear eyes and sincerely, and congratulated: "Congratulations, you won."

Hua Hua was somewhat embarrassed to be praised by his junior uncle.

She lowered her head and saw that her junior uncle seemed to be writing something. He was holding a not very big notebook with a wooden board in his hand. The notebook had polished ink, so you could just write with a brush.

"Little uncle, what is this?"

Huahua asked curiously.

"Oh." Bei Wan responded, put down the last stroke, and then handed the paper to Huahua: "Your problems in this game and how to train after returning."

Flowers:…

The additional training content above is all what she least wants to practice on a daily basis.

It was simply poking at her weaknesses and asking her to practice.

Bei Wan raised his eyes and looked at her: "Am I great?"

Huahua nodded immediately: "Awesome!"

Is Junior Uncle still awesome? Anyone who says he is not powerful can scold the disciples of Cangyan Sect to death with just one word.

Bei Wan looked at her steadily and said with great seriousness: "This is how I got it."

The flowers were stunned.

"Practice?" Bei Wan asked.

Hua Hua gritted her teeth and nodded: "Practice!"

A slight smile appeared on Bei Wan's lips, and she turned away to see the next arena.

Hua Hua took the paper and walked a few steps, and happened to see it.

As soon as Bai Jianzhi came down from the ring, a piece of paper was slapped on his forehead like a talisman.

A lazy and casual voice sounded: "Although I am a talisman cultivator, my hands are too slow! I also need to practice basic sword moves. I don't even want to talk about the dagger!"

After Mo Yan posted the note, he turned around and left.

Hua Hua looked at the note on Bai Jianzhi's head and said, "Uncle Master, you have one too!"

Bai Jianzhi:...

In just one afternoon, everyone who competed with the Cang Yan Sect discovered that the Cang Yan Sect was crazy. They fought seriously and seriously. Although their lives were obviously not in danger, they acted as if they had signed a life-and-death contract.

Disciples of Cang Yan Sect: ...You don’t know that if there are any flaws, they will be trained even more!

Originally, the disciples of the Cangyan Sect were somewhat envious of other sects, and felt that the masters and uncles in the sect were holding on a little too tightly.

As a result, as soon as this idea came to several people's minds, they saw their junior uncle standing on the ring. Yuanying's strength was suppressed by her to the same level as her opponent.

The fourth uncle stood under the ring, writing and drawing in a familiar notebook.

Disciple of Cangyan Sect:...

So, the masters and uncles are also asking each other about problems? Go back to death and practice more?

It shouldn't be the case. Young Master Uncle is always relatively involuntarily involved in the sect!

With this thought in mind, several people ran to the adult group.

Then, as expected, I saw Liao Jin recording problems in the ring for Qi Youqing.

Disciple of Cangyan Sect: ...So, the masters and uncles are so powerful, yet they still work so hard?

Immediately, the disciples of Cangyan Sect began to practice crazily.

For young children, the best education is to lead by example.

Especially those disciples who lost in the arena began to practice early according to the "list" given by their uncles.

Originally, some disciples were dissatisfied with these things done by their uncles. After all, the world of young people is not all about cultivation, romance, poetry and distance, and swordsmanship across the world.

But now... no! The young people's desire to win was directly aroused.

For a time, all the disciples in Cangyan Sect were secretly competing with each other.

In the evening, it was originally the time for the disciples of various sects to have fun in Wanyang City, but the disciples of Cangyan Sect were still meditating and practicing behind closed doors.

Mo Yan stood in the corridor of the inn, leaning against the railing, with his arms open, his elbows casually resting on the railing, and playing with a silver mask in his right hand.

Looking at the Cang Yan Sect rooms that were basically full, Yuyou sighed.

"You are really diligent!"

The door in front of him opened, and a little girl in black clothes came out. Her hair was braided with tiny shiny ribbons, draped behind her shoulders, and lined with black clothes, like stars in the night sky.

Mo Yan smacked his lips and rubbed it with his left hand, trying to squeeze it.

Coming out behind Bei Wan was a muscular and wildly handsome man.

Liao Jin braided Bei Wan's hair. He had been secretly practicing this skill for a long time, and now it turns out that it is really good-looking.

"Okay, I'm going to call those little cubs."

Mo Yan still couldn't hold it back, he pinched the little girl's cheek with a slightly evil smile, and then knocked on the door of one of the rooms casually.

He said to the disciples inside: "The ghost market will be open tonight. The address is here, and the precautions are also written down. There will be rewards if you go around. Remember to go together with three or four people."

After saying that, Mo Yan turned around and left.

For this group of children, there is no need to tell them all together, just tell one or two of them, and I guarantee that everyone will know it soon.