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

Bei Wan only felt that the moment the Youlong Sword pierced his shoulder, a burning heat rose from his abdomen and spread throughout his body along his limbs.

She seemed to hear dragon roars from the Dragon Sword, but it seemed to be accompanied by a hint of pain?

Time seemed to be slowed down, consciousness was withdrawn, and nothing in the outside world had anything to do with her.

Suddenly, waves of cold and gentle breath flowed down the limbs and into the body from the outside, and the pain in the body was blocked by the burning heat.

The breaths that made her comfortable gathered in her body and circulated through her body without any guidance. Like a tireless river, it washed through every corner of her body and finally returned to her Dantian quietly.

The spiritual energy in the world surged up. Those who knew knew that the little guy was building a foundation, while those who didn't knew thought it was forming a pill.

Mo Yan clicked his tongue: "Junior Sister's foundation building... is so impressive!"

But he remembered what his master once said, Bei Wan did not absorb spiritual power through the tiny meridians, but... all the limbs and bones.

Thinking about it this way, it is normal to absorb more spiritual power and be louder.

Bei Wan still didn't know how much noise she had made.

The little guy was looking at the grass jumping happily in front of him, and then...

Pulling it aside without mercy, all eyes fell on the weak flame that seemed to be extinguished.

Bei Wan cautiously reached out to Xiao Huo Miao, and Xiao Huo Miao took the initiative to lick her fingers affectionately.

When the atmosphere was warm, the little grass that Bei Wan had waved away suddenly poked its head out.

The two fat leaves were like hands, pushing Bei Wan and Xiao Huo Miao away from each other.

The two leaves opened up, just enough to hold the small flame. Then, when Bei Wan was stunned, the two leaves closed and wrapped the small flame inside.

Then Xiaocao pushed Bei Wan out.

The movements are smooth, flowing in one go.

……

The first thing Bei Wan said when she woke up was to say in a panic to Yan Fengmian who was guarding her bedside:

"Master, Little Leaf ate Little Flame!"

Yan Fengmian raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at Bei Wan, as if he didn't understand what her words meant.

"That's right, the little leaf swooped and ate up the little flame."

Bei Wan repeated anxiously again.

Everyone in the Cangyan Sect present: ...are still puzzled.

It was Qi Youqing who understood it first. His voice was distant and weak, like scattered white clouds in the sky that would dissipate with a gentle blow.

"Two spiritual roots?"

The little guy should have the best wood spirit roots and the best fire spirit roots, which correspond to the little leaves and little flames she mentioned.

But...whose spiritual root can eat the other one?

Moreover, the spiritual root can also take shape and have its own thoughts?

Considering that the little guy just built the foundation and was injured, there can't be any more problems with the spiritual root.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

Yan Fengmian comforted the little guy and took out the spiritual stone for testing spiritual roots from the storage bracelet: "Put your hand up."

Bei Wan immediately put her hand on it, and then she saw the spirit stone burst out with a burst of dazzling green light, and then returned to calm.

"There is still only one top-quality wood spirit root..."

Yan Fengmian wondered for the first time whether the spiritual stone used to test spiritual roots was broken.

"Master, this."

Qi Youqing handed over a new spiritual stone.

Bei Wan put his hand up again, and there was still only a burst of dazzling green light.

"It's not really the wood spirit root that ate the fire spirit root, right?"

Mo Yan secretly expressed his guess at the side and glanced at Bei Wan with admiration.

He had already said that none of his sect were serious people.

What a great little junior sister!

The spiritual roots directly kill each other.

Everyone was silent, only feeling that there was a trace of truth in the unbelievable thing.

After all, they saw the fire coming out of Bei Wan's body during the sect competition.

The first thing Bei Wan said when he woke up just now was that Xiao Ziye ate Xiao Huo Miao.

Could it be that the wood spirit root really ate the fire spirit root?

At this time, Bei Wan also remembered the game before he fell into coma, and didn't care whether Xiao Zizi ate Huo Miao or Huo Miao ate Xiao Zizi.

She immediately reached out and tugged on Yan Fengmian's sleeve.

The little guy raised his head and asked him impatiently.

"Master, how was the competition!"

In Bei Wan's view, the sect competition was the most important.

"No loss, a draw."

Bei Wan breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that he didn't lose directly.

"Originally, the winner was going to be decided within one day, but apart from you being unconscious, the other group was also quite miserable, so the juvenile group finals were postponed to the afternoon of the third day, which is this afternoon."

Yan Fengmian explained the current situation clearly to the little guy. To be honest, no one expected this result.

Who would have thought that the most intense scene in the finals did not occur in the adult group, but in the juvenile group, and it was so tragic that the game was postponed.

The little guy woke up in time and didn't get stuck. He woke up half a day before the game.

"Congratulations." Yan Fengmian looked at the soft little breast dumplings and said to her in a soft voice: "The foundation was successfully established."

Bei Wan didn't react for a while.

After a while, the little guy asked happily: "Have I built a foundation?"

"Yeah, earth-shattering kind."

As Mo Yan said that, he threw a fruit and hit Bei Wan without any prompting.

Bei Wan looked at the fruit that was thrown at him, and before his mind could react, he immediately reached out to catch it.

It wasn't until the fruit landed firmly in her hand that Bei Wan realized that her reaction seemed to be much faster than usual.

"Here, did you see that I threw it at you with my spiritual power? I didn't remind you, but you were able to detect it and catch it."

Mo Yan shrugged his shoulders and said with a lively expression, "So, your next game will be absolutely fine."

What a joke, the little guy is building a foundation now.

Master has said that the little junior sister's journey against heaven has begun.

A person who can absorb spiritual power with her flesh and blood body will definitely practice much faster than someone who can absorb spiritual power with her meridians.

……

With half a day left before the finals, Yan Fengmian quickly started a small stove for the little guy, which was enough for the little guy to adapt to the changes in the foundation building period.

You must know that foundation building is a very important stage. Foundation building can prevent you from losing weight, double your spiritual consciousness, and enable you to fly with a sword for a long time.

Building the foundation means that you have truly begun to embark on the path of spiritual practice.

The morning time passed quickly.

This time, Bei Wan did not borrow the swords of his senior brothers to go up to the lottery table, but went up to the drawing table with his own somewhat unskilled sword.

"Congratulations."

Yan Nanhui was the first to send congratulations when she saw her little guy holding a sword on stage.

"Thank you."

Bei Wan had a cute little face, but her calm tone couldn't stop her childishness.

Yan Nanhui seemed to want to say something else, but was interrupted by the referee.

Several people took out the slips of paper from the box one after another. When it was Bei Wan's turn, the referee had to deliberately bend down.

Otherwise the little guy won’t be able to reach the box at all.

Yan Nanhui: "I am number one."

Bei Wan looked down at his note, and then...

The little guy breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"No. [-]."

Junior Sister Zhiyao of Xuanlang Sect frowned slightly: "I am number one."

That is, Yan Nanhui faced Shang Zhiyao, and Bei Wan faced Ma Tian.

After the draw was over, the little guy Yu Jian returned to where the Cang Yan Sect members were.

"It's not Zhiyao and Yan Nanhui!"

The little guy didn't get the powerful one, so he was very happy.

The little breast dumpling who was calm and composed on the stage just now, now acted like a child in front of the senior brothers.

"Well, our Beiwan team is the best." Yan Ci rubbed the little guy's head and praised her without hesitation.

Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from the storage bracelet and poured a small pill out of it.

"Martin's poison is a bit tricky, take this."

Bei Wan looked at the pill and pursed her lips nervously, but still picked it up and ate it.

It's okay, just not a decoction, but a pill...

As soon as he ate it, Bei Wan started retching.

Mo Yan quickly handed over a piece of candied fruit.

"Eat this, it will be sweet."

As soon as Beiwan Preserved Fruit was in my mouth, my whole little face wrinkled up with soreness.

At that moment, she forgot that she had just taken a pill.

Seeing this, Mo Yan just smiled brightly, and then wandered aside in a good mood.

Bei Wan almost burst into tears, her little face wrinkled in grievance, and she screamed in anger.

Especially when she saw the fourth senior brother smiling at her.

The little breast dumpling, who had always had a good temper, was so angry that he stamped his feet.

As a result, the little guy had an expressionless face when he entered the ring, holding a burning bamboo sword in his right hand, and his whole body revealed murderous intent.

Martin on the opposite side:? ? ?

No, are you so murderous?

"Tsk, look at how powerful our little junior sister is! She has the demeanor of the Cang Yan Sect."

"Look at how smart I am, the little guy's mood has risen, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds!"

The culprit in the audience was still talking in a good mood.

Mo Yan fell silent as he spoke, it was nothing, it was just that the eyes of the three senior brothers looking at him were a bit wrong.

As if to kill him.

Then why don’t he, Mo Yan, just shut up?