Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 8 Little Fan Girl+2

Mo Yan was thrown out by a group of roommates, he stood outside the door and muttered a few words.

A group of brats just have no vision. The little girl named Fu Ling is a potential stock at first glance. She is only nine years old and can't tell the difference between her and the others. Waiting for the little girl to grow at least half of the Miaoyinfeng All the hairy boys have to bow down under her pomegranate skirt, and who will remember which peaks they are disciples by then.

While loosening his shoulders, he walked towards the martial arts arena in the sect.

In order to infiltrate Zixiao Sect, he used a secret method to transform his body into this fifteen-sixteen-year-old appearance, and his cultivation was also suppressed to the late stage of Qi training, and then he fell in love with bullying children in the arena of the martial arts arena.

It only took him six days to reach the top ten in the Qi training period, and after a few more challenges, he would be number one in the Qi training period.

Although there are many talented disciples in the Zixiao Sect, most of these little radishheads are simple-minded, and they are naturally incomparable with his fake qi training and real foundation building. It is really as easy for him to beat these little radishheads as chopping vegetables.

"Bing [-], Fuling wins!" Mo Yan was looking for an opponent in the martial arts competition, when he suddenly heard a familiar name, followed the sound and saw the panting little girl on the ring, but he couldn't see her face , probably not the Poria he knew.

The C word field is the place where disciples compete in martial arts during the qi training period. The disciples who have not drawn their qi into their bodies are all in the small field.

The little girl who had just won a round in Round C[-] jumped down from the ring, and just walked towards Mo Yan. She was small, with a cute little face, and it wasn't Fu Ling.

"Senior brother, you are also in the C-word field? My name is Fuling, do you want to compete with me?" Fuling saw a young man who was not very eye-catching looking at her not far away, thinking that he wanted to compete with herself , I took the initiative to step forward and ask.

"You can't beat me, I'm in the late stage of Qi training." Mo Yan hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, his voice stuttered, and he seemed inexplicably embarrassed to be caught.

"Fu Ling is very powerful. She just defeated the senior brother who was in the middle stage of Qi training." A little girl with a lute on her back appeared from behind Fu Ling.

Mo Yan took a closer look, isn't this Luo Xin'er who was recommended by his roommates as one of the best Taoist couples?

"Miss Fuling, I also won the T-shaped field just now, am I not good?" Xin'er stared at Fuling with sparkling eyes.

Fu Ling seemed to be able to see three words "quickly praise me" from these eyes.

"Xin'er is the most powerful." Fu Ling fulfilled Xin'er's wish.

"Hey——isn't it just a win in the T-shaped field? What's there to be proud of? I won in the C-shaped field!" Song Minmin just came over after a round, and saw Xin'er pestering Fuling to show off, and snorted coldly With a sound, he walked between Fu Ling and Xin'er to separate the two.

Another one?Mo Yan took a closer look, isn't this another goddess that the roommates talked about!

These little goddesses actually formed a group to come to the martial arts arena.

"I'm in the top ten in the C field, and the three of you together can't beat me." It wasn't Mo Yan's boasting, the strength of the three new bean sprouts was really not enough for him.

As soon as Song Minmin heard Mo Yan's words, she became angry, wishing to go up and give Mo Yan a punch, to make this kid proud.

Xin'er pursed her lips unhappily after hearing this.

But Fu Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Competing with anyone is a kind of cultivation. Everyone is from the same school, so it doesn't matter whether you win or lose.

"Senior brother, I'm not afraid of losing, why don't we compete?" Fu Ling said to Mo Yan.

"It's not impossible to compete with you, if you lose, don't be angry." Mo Yan walked onto the ring next to him.

"Miss Fu Ling, come on, don't lose to this arrogant brother!" Xin'er cheered on Fu Ling.

"Don't embarrass us." Song Minmin also murmured.

"Yeah." Fuling nodded.

After climbing up to the arena, Fu Ling pulled out her own weapon, an old iron sword. This is an ordinary iron sword placed next to the competition arena for temporary use by disciples. Now Fu Ling does not have her own sword.

"Junior sister looks very tired, she hasn't recovered from the last competition, I won't bully you, you rest for a while and we fight again."

Mo Yan didn't want to be disliked by Fu Ling, although he could end the competition with one move, but later he must give way to Fu Ling, so as not to embarrass Fu Ling too much.

"I'm not tired, let's start directly." Fu Ling rushed towards Mo Yan with a sword in hand.

Seeing that Fuling had made the first move, Mo Yan had no choice but to fight. He didn't rush to make a move, he just dodged the sword that Fuling was stabbing.

Today is the first time for Fu Ling to hold a sword. Before, she was good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she had never even touched a kitchen knife.

For her nine-year-old, the iron sword provided by the martial arts field was very heavy, and it was already very difficult for her to hold it, let alone attack her opponent with the sword.

Mo Yan also saw this point, isn't this just like a toddler, it's too weak to fall down as soon as you push it.

"This little girl is Ling Yanfeng's new sword cultivator disciple? The sword is too bad to use, it's not as good as me."

"I heard that Daoist Xuanwei took her back to Lingyan Peak to wash his sword because of his sympathy for her four spirit roots."

"It's really embarrassing for Ling Yanfeng, how could she win the top ten Mo Yan like this."

Slowly, a lot of people gathered around the arena, and Fu Ling's identity spread in the competition arena, even the audience from the A and B arenas came over.

Everyone wanted to see the legendary ring battle of Ling Yanfeng's new disciple, to see how this little girl with only good luck but no strength made a fool of herself.

Mo Yan also noticed the situation under the ring. Although he was an undercover agent and had not been in the Zixiao Sect for long, he knew the information about the Zixiao Sect very well. Become a thorn in the side of some disciples.

He was very conflicted, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the little girl to lose to him in this situation?After getting out of the ring, he might be ridiculed to the point of crying.

But he has already reached the top ten in the Qi training period, if he loses to the little girl now, his ranking will directly fall back to the top [-], which is too uneconomical.

Or let Fu Ling play this round?At worst, he would fight for another six days and still return to the top ten.

As soon as Mo Yan made a decision, he heard two little girls chatting with everyone at the bottom.

"Miss Fu Ling is just getting started, so it's not surprising that she can't use a sword well for the first time!" Xin'er couldn't listen anymore, and she couldn't hold back her loud voice, who never liked to argue with others.

Song Minmin glanced at Xin'er, and felt that the way she bullied Xin'er before was the same as those people who are now clamoring that Fu Ling is useless.

It's really ugly for these people to be so jealous that they attack people with words. It's not as good as this brainless heart.

"What's wrong with eight or nine-year-old children who can't use swords well? When you were eight or nine years old, you could all use swords to kill wolves, right? Poria cocos has just introduced Qi into the body for two days. How many of you are better than Poria cocos? It's still early, why don't you stand up and show me?" Song Minmin sarcastically said.

One is a genius girl with a mutated wood spirit root, with the talent to instantly kill everyone present.

One is the daughter of the Song family, one of the top ten cultivating families, and her identity instantly kills everyone present.

Both of them felt that there was nothing wrong with Fu Ling being Xuan Wei's disciple. Who else is more qualified to speak out than these two?

The voice of the discussion became quieter.

"We're not saying she's not talented, but she just draws her breath into her body and challenges Mo Yan even when she can't hold a sword. Isn't that a little self-aware?" Someone argued.

"It is precisely because this senior brother is stronger than me that I want to fight this senior brother. My goal is to win this senior brother. If I win this competition, I will improve. Don't you come to the martial arts arena just to compete with me?" Do you compete with someone weaker than you?"

Fu Ling knew that Mo Yan had always underestimated her and never made a move on her, so she stopped. She said this not only for the people below, but also for Mo Yan.

"Senior brother, I am not afraid of losing, but I came to compete with you with the idea of ​​winning you. My opponent in the last competition, the senior brother also thought that I could not beat him, but he lost to me. So please brother You also take this contest seriously."

Xin'er and Song Minmin laughed when they heard Fu Ling's words, didn't they? When the senior brother in the middle stage of Qi training lost in the last round, he was so ashamed that he wanted to go into the hole. Who knew that the brother in the late stage of Qi training Will the senior brother also fall into Fu Ling's hands?

(End of this chapter)