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

Cong Beiwan was lucky enough to get a draw with Yan Nanhui, and was in a coma.

Yan Fengmian had already studied the remaining three members of the juvenile group thoroughly.

A strong man in the late stage of the Tribulation, specifically based on Bei Wan's foundation, he had studied no less than a dozen plans to deal with the enemy.

It can be said to be extremely targeted.

The outcome of the Cang Yan Sect only depends on this one match. Bei Wan has already worked so hard, and luck has already taken care of her.

If you don't win, you will really be sorry for the little guy's persistence and hard work.

In the half day after waking up in the north night.

After Yan Fengmian figured out the little guy's strength, he chose the most suitable ones from the dozen or so plans.

Among them, if it is against Yan Nanhui, it is the most difficult plan.

Martin is the easiest. Fortunately, Bei Wan drew Martin.

The Jinghong Step was really not taught to Bei Wan by Yan Fengmian long ago, but was improvised by Bei Wan in an hour.

You don't need to master them all, as long as you can complete one move, use the opponent's sword to jump up, and use the strength to strike.

"Zhu Zhuo flew out to expose his flaws. Ma Tian and his junior sister fought for too long, and he couldn't wait to end the game."

"The purpose of flying into the air is to use the force to kick out Zhu Zhuo, causing it to explode at its strongest speed."

"And the appearance of the second sword is even more unexpected."

Yan Ci already understood. He shook his head slightly and continued: "As expected of Master, I have borrowed the method of using this epee from me."

What the heavy sword wants from the beginning is to use force to fight, and the person will follow the sword.

Who in a normal person would think of kicking a sword? It's not all about combining the human sword and stabbing it directly.

But I have to admit that the sword thrust out is indeed not as powerful as the sword kicked out from the air, which is faster and more lethal.

This is a strange trick for these children who have not really experienced it yet.

Moreover, the others were all serious sword cultivators, and they usually had one sword per person, especially Bei Wan, who was only five years old.

In the eyes of others, having a bamboo burner is already a perfect match.

Who would have thought that the little guy also has a poinciana tree that looks unattractive but has great strength.

In addition, Bei Wan had been relying on his unafraid of death to constantly consume Ma Tian's strength and patience.

Winning this game depends on many factors.

But the most important thing is Beiwan.

The little guy is very capable, and this first head-to-head confrontation will probably be a hearty one.

……

Bei Wan summoned the Zhu Zhuo Sword, and Yu Jian left the ring.

Although the little guy was in a mess and covered with scars, he was in high spirits. He jumped off the Zhuzhuo Sword and said to several senior brothers in an excited voice: "Win!"

she won!

"Well, we win. We, Beiwan, are the best."

Yan Ci smiled gently, lifted his robe with his right hand, knelt down on his knees, and treated the little guy's wounds with medicine.

There were a few parts that were quite serious, and Yan Ci couldn't bear to read them.

If this wound appeared on his body, he wouldn't even frown, but Bei Wan was only five years old.

I just can't see the child being injured, just like I can't see the white snow turning into mud.

"Don't compete next time." Liao Jin said solemnly: "Have a good rest."

Hearing his senior brother talk about the next game, Bei Wan asked curiously: "Who won over there?"

The two arenas are competing at the same time. Bei Wan is competing, so naturally he can't be distracted by watching the arena on the other side. The results on the other side are not yet known.

"Of course Yan Nanhui won. After all, not everyone is like you and was accidentally promoted to foundation building. With this, Yan Nanhui can be knocked off the ring."

Mo Yan's careless voice came, and no one else responded, but it made Bei Wan subconsciously feel sour in his mouth.

However, the young man came over to me in a nonchalant manner: "Junior sister, are the candied fruits delicious?"

Bei Wan:......

The little guy clenched his teeth and clenched his little fist tightly, looking like he wanted to bite.

Yan Ci:...

"Mo Yan, go up and tell the referee that we will forfeit the next game."

Yan Ci glanced at the childish boy who always teased Xiao Beiwan, and coldly asked for a job and sent him away.

Mo Yan saw that the little guy was about to get mad at him, so he quickly went to inform the referee.

"Okay, let's go back. You have just established the foundation. There are many things to learn."

Yan Ci carefully picked up the little breast dumpling, trying not to touch her wound.

There is no need for Bei Wan to confront Yan Nanhui head-on now.

There is a big gap between the two in terms of level, mentality, or actual combat experience.

Cang Yan Sect has been saved and Bei Wan has established its foundation. There is no need for another tough battle.

"okay!"

The little guy also nodded in agreement.

She was not a warlike person to begin with, and the reason she could hold on until now was because she wanted to protect the Cangyan Sect. Now that her goal was achieved, her obsession was gone.

If we are fighting, we might as well go back and eat the pancakes made by my aunt!

But before he had taken a few steps, a figure stopped Bei Wan.

"Yan Nanhui?"

The little guy's soft voice was full of confusion, and he looked at the young man standing in front of her with puzzled eyes.

"what!"

Liao Jin immediately stood in front of Bei Wan and questioned the young man in front of him.

Yan Nanhui clasped her fists politely, turned her steps slightly, and avoided Liao Jin. She looked directly at Bei Wan: "Why don't you fight?"

Bei Wan:? Is that what you’re asking?

So, under the young man's serious gaze, the little breasted dumpling held in the arms of his senior brother answered in the most sincere tone.

"tired!"

Yan Nanhui frowned slightly: "A cultivator can't go far without getting tired."

Bei Wan once again gave the reason: "We can't win."

Yan Nanhui: "Your flames were able to suppress me last time. If you go all out, there is no chance of winning."

What he said was so sincere that the people watching beside him were slightly shocked.

This little junior sister of the Cangyan Sect can actually use the Fire Spiritual Root to restrain Yan Nanhui, and can suppress the top-grade Golden Spiritual Root, then...

What a terrifying level the fire spirit root of Cang Yan Sect's junior sister must be.

When everyone looked at Xiao Beiwan with complicated and speculative eyes.

The little breasted dumpling huddled in his senior brother's arms just said a reason in a plain and childish voice that even Yan Nanhui couldn't immediately reply to.

"But my aunt's meatloaf is delicious. I'm going back to eat the meatloaf!"

"Freshly baked, crispy, fragrant and delicious."

Bei Wan's tone was sincere, and her clear eyes were still looking at Yan Nanhui, trying to prove that the meatloaf she said was really delicious.

Yan Nanhui:......

No, some swordsman would give up the competition easily just for a piece of meat pie.

Yan Ci chuckled lightly, glanced at the sky, turned to Mo Yan and said, "Come and talk to Xiaoyou Yan, I will take Bei Wan to buy meat pies first."

When Yan Nanhui saw Yan Ci walking forward, he subconsciously wanted to follow him, but he saw Yan Ci turning back and giving him a cold look.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage enveloped him, blocking his steps.

"You want to know why I didn't fight you? Are you pretending to be stupid, or do you have other motives?"

Mo Yan lowered his head and looked at the young man from Qingya Sect in front of him, feeling that he was in a bad mood.

He hates people from the Qingya Sect, and he is rude when he speaks.

"You Qingya Sect people are really mean and cruel."

Yan Nanhui frowned, and just when she was about to argue, she heard Mo Yan's mouth blaring super fast.

"The sect's competition bullied us, Cangyan Sect's young group, and forcefully forced us to let a child with no cultivation skills compete on the stage. Now that she has finally completed the heavy burden on her, you come to ask her why she doesn't fight. ?”

"Why does she want to fight again? Could it be that our Cangyan Sect is not even qualified to abstain? Your Qingya Sect is so strong, so I don't think this competition will be a competition. You can directly remove our Cangyan Sect from the top six sects. alright."

Yan Nanhui couldn't react to his insult.

"no……"

He wanted to defend himself. He came to ask because he just wanted to compete with Bei Wan again. He felt that he had never thought that Bei Wan could be underestimated at the age of five. On the contrary, he respected Bei Wan as an opponent.

Mo Yan sneered, and transmitted the message into the secret: "Go back and tell that old man Duan Tianhan, don't go too far, or we may die together."

Mo Yan really didn't want to talk to Yan Nanhui anymore, so he turned around and left.

Yan Nanhui was left standing alone, thinking about the meaning of Mo Yan's last words.

Duan Tianhan... is his master and the head of Qingya Sect.