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

Zhang Zichen cut off the vines and roared, "Whose chief is hiding in the circle? What a joke!"

Bei Wan, who was in the fire circle, said: "Chiu?"

She, Bei Wan, one of the chiefs of Nanzhou College, is still hiding in the circle!

But Meng Shiwu took the time out of his busy schedule to add fuel to the fire: "Bei Wan, see, Goudan is here to pick on you!"

"That's not what I meant. Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Zichen was already furious.

The next second, Zhang Zichen was slapped by his brother.

Zhang Zixing: "Keep your mouth shut! Be a civilized person!"

"Noob! Get out of the way!"

Following Wei Chenyu's anxious call, Zhang Zixing raised his eyes.

A severed vine fell, spraying juice, just diagonally above Zhang Zixing. There were vines all around him, so he had no way to avoid them and could only endure it. Most of his ink-stained hair was ruined.

Zhang Zixing panted, his calm and composed appearance instantly broken, he raised his head and cursed: "Fuck you! Wei Chenyu!"

Zhang Zichen, who had just been taught a lesson, was happy and pointed at his twin brother.

"You're impatient! You're impatient! Didn't you just say you wanted to be civilized?"

Zhang Zixing: …

I have wanted to strangle my twin brother for more than a day or two, and especially today, this thought is particularly strong.

The people outside the fire circle were noisy and seemed to be in good condition, but only they knew that they were just holding on.

The one who was most seriously injured was Yu Jue, whose right arm had been cut off and was stained with corrosive mucus. He didn't dare to bet that if he didn't remove the bones in time, he would explode like the people from Xizhou College.

Suddenly, the screams of the skeletons became more shrill, and the vines attacked faster and faster, overwhelming everyone and leaving no room for defense.

Yu Jue stood at the front and was the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

"Yu Jue!"

Zhang Zichen's voice was shrill and terrified.

When dozens of vines pierced his body, Yu Jue felt nothing at first, as if he was dreaming.

But soon he clearly felt that his vitality was rapidly fading away. What was even more terrifying was that he felt a tearing sensation in his sea of ​​consciousness and soul, as if everything was being plundered.

"You don't want to die, right?"

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone ask this question.

Yu Jue felt powerless all over and could only sneer weakly.

Nonsense! Who wants to die?

"If you don't want to die, then go back to the circle!"

His body flew into the air, the sound of wind passed by his ears rapidly, and at the last moment before being thrown into the protective circle of fire, Yu Jue saw an ancient black broadsword.

With one cut of the knife, cutting the vines is as easy as cutting tofu. The most important thing is that the annoying mucus rots and dissipates at an extremely fast speed under this force.

The silver-gray power fluctuations were not spiritual power, which made them feel strange and frightened.

If there was someone present who had fought with the Demon Lord from the Demon Realm, he would definitely recognize that this power was exactly the same as that of the Demon Lord.

The power of Yue Ci is nirvana.

The young man stood in the air, holding the Demon-Suppressing Knife in his bony hands, his black eyes like the abyss, staring at the vines that were attacking him madly.

He laughed at himself and murmured softly, "Human beings! They are so mean!"

Why do you have to meddle in this trivial matter!

The man was cut in half, but he put himself back together to save someone. It's so funny!

He complained harshly, but his hands did not stop moving.

Wei Chenyu was stunned: "That's...Meng...Shiwu!?"

She was just murmuring, but she didn't expect the boy to reply: "Mo Yan!"

"what?"

The young man in the sky holds the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand, like a killing god, his arrogant and unruly voice can be heard clearly, and he is still very good at pretending!

"I am the fourth disciple of the leader of the Cang Yan Sect and the fourth senior brother of the man in the fire circle! It's Mo Yan!"

The moment Bei Wan's consciousness was withdrawn from the sea of ​​​​consciousness, he heard the fourth senior brother's pretentious, domineering, and extremely complicated and tedious self-introduction.

"Chirp!"

The little phoenix flew in the direction of the young man.

Mo Yan turned around, stretched out his hand, and steadily caught the flying little phoenix, then exclaimed: "Little grass bird?"

It's not enough for a serious little phoenix cub to have one silly hair on his head, he also wants a tender green grass seedling next to it!

This is not a little grass bird, could it be a little bird grass?

The little phoenix lowered its head and plucked one of its own feathers without mercy.

Mo Yan: ! ! You're going to hurt yourself after just a few words? ?

The little phoenix held the feather in its mouth, tilted its head, and stabbed it fiercely into his palm.

Mo Yan: ...So you want to fuck him!

"Brother, hold on, I have a way!"

Bei Wan's childish and steady voice sounded from Mo Yan's mind. The feather was a medium that facilitated the transmission of sound. It was definitely not for revenge that he wanted to hit his senior brother.

"Okay!" Mo Yan responded quickly: "What do you want me to do? Just tell me!"

Bei Wan felt extremely happy. It turned out that the complete Fourth Brother was the best. He was smart and had good tacit understanding.

"Dig a hole there, the deeper the better, and bury me in it."

"Bury my junior sister alive?"

Mo Yan's hand trembled slightly and he complained, but his hands performed the actions as instructed without any mistakes.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword seemed to have accidentally hit the ground, soil splattered everywhere, and a huge pit appeared. At first glance, it was filled with disgusting roots.

The little phoenix seized the opportunity and rushed into the pit, and the Demon-Suppressing Sword immediately flattened the soil.

From the time the idea was expressed to the time it was executed and then buried, it only took a short breath of time.

"Bury our junior sister alive!" Zhang Zichen exclaimed.

"Meng Shiwu, what are you doing!" Wei Chenyu was shocked.

Mo Yan looked at the huge pit that seemed to have never appeared before, his face slightly gloomy. He didn't know what he was doing or what Bei Wan was thinking.

The power of Yue Ci surged out, consuming a huge amount of energy, but it was able to protect everyone at Nanzhou College. The young man smiled and pretended to be stupid and said nonsense:

"Of course it's digging holes and burying soil!"