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

Chapter 404 Bei Wan: Be careful... dogs

Two Qingya Sect disciples came slowly.

"Nan Fen!"

Bei Wan was surprised, but he didn't expect to see Yan Nanhui here.

A warm smile appeared on the young man's face, and he nodded to Bei Wan, as if to say: Long time no see.

Mo Yan also took advantage of the situation and looked at it.

The young man who was covered in blood the last time I saw him is now standing tall and tall, with a layer of white gauze covering his eyes, covering his lost eyes. He is silent and exudes a gentleness that can tolerate all things. Son.

only……

"Nan Hui?"

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't know when his junior sister became so kind to Yan Nanhui.

The appearance of Yan Nanhui calmed down the tense atmosphere just now.

After all, as soon as he arrived, no one paid attention to the angry Qingya Sect elder.

"How are you doing now?" Bei Wan asked.

The disciple next to Yan Nanhui was just about to answer when he felt his senior brother pat his hand, probably to prevent him from speaking.

Yan Nanhui raised her hand and wrote in the air: Much better, the exercise is over, I persisted.

Bei Wan did not hesitate to praise: "Awesome! Congratulations!"

The little girl's sincere praise made Yan Nanhui smile a little sheepishly.

Mo Yan, who witnessed all this: He had a reasonable suspicion that this kid's last words were asking for credit and praise.

"By the way, the property returns to its original owner!"

Bei Wan took out the Youlong Sword from the storage bracelet and handed it to Yan Nanhui's hand.

Before leaving for the extremely cold place, Zheli temporarily handed over the Wandering Dragon Sword to Bei Wan. He was afraid that Yan Nanhui would appear in the sect competition.

The leader of the Qingya Sect looked at the few people who were chatting happily, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice full of anger: "You two come here! Say hello to some unscrupulous people!"

The smile on Yan Nanhui's face faded a bit.

Bei Wan didn't pay attention, and just said to the young man: "There is a chance to compete!"

The young man holding the Youlong Sword nodded, the smile reappeared on his face, he raised his hand and wrote: Definitely!

Mo Yan looked back at old man Qingya, stood up from the railing he was leaning on, and picked up Bei Wan's hand with one hand: "Let's go, the dog is barking so hard!"

"Who's talking about barking?" The Qingya Sect elder responded quickly, but he didn't know that he shouldn't ask.

The brothers and sisters of Cangyan Sect all turned around and looked at him.

Bei Wan said sincerely: "You!"

Mo Yan Yin Yang said: "Not only does he like to scream, he also has a bad brain!"

Next to Yan Nanhui, he lowered his head slightly and smiled. Although the person being criticized was the elder of his sect, but...

The annoying elder in the family who is not that close to him is being criticized by a good friend, which is inexplicably refreshing.

Seeing that the leader was about to explode, Yan Nanhui lightly touched the hand of the junior brother next to him.

The junior brother also came up and said: "Elder, elder, let's go into the room and talk!"

After being given a step, the elder who led the team followed the young man into the house, cursing.

Yan Nanhui slowly followed behind, but when she passed by Bei Wan, the little girl held her hand.

The warm and soft fingertips wrote on his palm: Be careful!

Yan Nanhui was slightly stunned, careful... what?

"Dog!" Bei Wan said softly.

Yan Nanhui instantly understood what the little girl was referring to. He frowned slightly and then nodded to show that he understood.

Entering the room leading the elder, Yan Nanhui waited quietly for the elder to calm down.

"I heard that you can practice again?"

Yan Nanhui raised her hand and wrote: Yes.

"You arrived in time. The preliminary round is not over yet, and you still have a chance to play."

The leader gave Yan Nanhui a few words of advice as usual, looked Yan Nanhui up and down, and said in a slightly cold tone: "You have a good relationship with those people from the Cangyan Sect?"

Yan Nanhui thought of what Bei Wan said, raised her hand and wrote: Not bad.

"Okay? I think you have a good relationship, and you can deliver the Dragon Sword."

Yan Nanhui: That's it, they were the only ones there at that time.

They were the only ones present at the time, so how and why the Wandering Dragon Sword was handed over was entirely up to the elders to figure out.

The leader made some further inquiries, but was fooled by Yan Nanhui.

The junior brother next to him noticed that Yan Nanhui was a bit perfunctory and slapped the elder:

"Elder, let's go. We've come all the way. I'm honestly a little tired! There's a game tomorrow!"

Yan Nanhui stood up, saluted the elder, turned and left, neatly.

As soon as he returned to his house, he noticed a strange smell. The dragon unsheathed and faced a corner warily.

"Me!" Mo Yan's voice came out, "Your master's father."

Yan Nanhui: ...What the hell!

"There's something wrong with the dog. You'd better be careful. By the way, if you have any clues, let us know."

Yan Nanhui: Bei Wan told me.

Therefore, the appearance of this person in front of him should not only make him more alert, right?

"That's right!" Mo Yan snapped his fingers. He came slightly closer to Yan Nanhui and said softly as if he was kidnapping a child: "We have a plan!"

Yan Nanhui:?

……

On the second day, Bei Wan continued to run around in front of various Cang Yan Sect disciples' arenas with a small notebook in hand, patiently posting notes.

After just two steps, she stopped.

The young man with his eyes bound by white gauze and holding the Dragon Sword in his hand stood on a high stage, and opposite him was a disciple of the Cang Yan Sect.

It's interesting.

It is true that the disciples of Cangyan Sect are really annoyed by the people of Qingya Sect.

However, when he looked at Yan Nanhui in front of him, who was said to have suffered the same fate as Awen Zongnei, he didn't know for a moment whether he should attack more heavily or lightly.

After the referee gave the order, the Cangyan Sect disciples immediately moved.

After thinking about it, it was better to make a quick decision and send this Qingya Sect disciple directly off the ring.

Without his eyes, Yan Nanhui couldn't see anything, but he could feel it.

His hearing and body's instinctive response to danger allowed him to barely avoid the attacks of Cang Yan Sect disciples.

Yan Nanhui pressed her wrist with her backhand and stabbed out with the Dragon Sword in the direction of the attack.

All the senses of the body were mobilized, and the tight muscles were hidden under the thin disciple uniform. Although he no longer had the golden elixir, his years of experience and swordsmanship could not be stolen.

The leader of the younger generation of Qingya Sect, if it weren't for Bei Wan, he would surely have become a young genius who will be remembered by people.

The Cangyan Sect disciple's strength was only in the late stage of foundation building. If Yan Nanhui's golden elixir had not been harvested, he might not even have a chance to fight against Yan Nanhui.

But now, Yan Nanhui has lost the golden elixir, and the disciples of Cangyan Sect have gained the upper hand through the training and targeted practice of Bei Wan and others.

only……

The Cangyan Sect disciples frowned solemnly.

Yan Nanhui's body seemed to be a little too strong. Although his sword moves could hurt Yan Nanhui, their power was greatly weakened.