My Script is a Supporting Role

"After all, the soldiers are in the world, not anyone can get it."

The vocal voice of the crowd, but there is no one to laugh the dust.

After the two had such a fierce competition, Mo Chen moved to the forest, prioritize the power of the Jian, just in the final loss, fell down the sword.

Such Mo Chen is already in a larvan.

Although I have not been able to pull the god sword, he has proved his ability to use a wonderful battle.

At this time, the crowd of people see him, more, but sorry.

"Calculate, his ability seems to be more better."

It's just who is the god, who is the dominant, it is destined, no one is predictable.

Xu Zhiming also sighed again.

After a while, I also nodded again. "But though, Migshi also insisted on a long time, it is not easy."

Before Mo Du frank, many Qingjing disciples also held a trial attitude and tried.

But many people just just have just hit the sword handle, the heart is angry, and they have to give up the sword.

What's more, it is bounced almost a moment in touching the sword.

Although Mo Chen finally did not pull out this sword, it is already in all the younger disciples, and persisted for the longest.

From this aspect, it is also possible to reflect on the side, and Mo Chen has a strong talent and strength.

I can only say that I will pass it with the god soldier.

Now all competitors, retreat, falling down, the only qualifications on the field, there is only Lin Jin.

And before, this sword rushed out from the ground, it was obvious to the Lin Jin.

The last diction is very clear.

Chen Yuyi is full of color, "I have said, I have said, no morality, I don't match the god soldier at all!"

"This godman, after all, still Lin Shi!"

On the heavens, the bad old man is finally laughing, "Hahahaha! Mo Chen, after all, you can't get Qing Xuan Jian!"

The bad old man also can't see Mo Chen to hold the sword handle, what happened in the Qingxuanjian.

However, from the situation in front of you, it is obvious that Mo Chen defeated in the confrontation of Qing Xuanjian.

"As long as Jin Dafu picks up this sword, you can kill Mo Chen directly!"

Everything is the same as the plan.

Dried thin olders have some worry: "But you can't make so much movement in front of you. Can Jin Dynasty killed him under the public?"

The bad old man is awkward.

This is what he didn't think.

In the past, Lin Jin and Mo Du two people competed in the cave to fight for Qing Xuanjian, but Mo Chen can't afford the sword, and retired, and Lin Jin handed the soldiers, and the sky is turned. Amazer was alarmed.

Later, in order to guide Lin Jin and Mo Chen's battle, for Lin Jin, killing Mo Dust manufacturing conditions, and the worst the old man specially guided the two people to win the sword.

But I plan to be too rushing, I didn't think of it. This movement movement is too big, and it actually leads to so many people!

From now on, the high level of Qingzong has basically dispatched, even many other martial artists are also waiting to be viewed.

And that Mo Chen has already fallen on the ground.

These conditions are combined, it is not a good time to kill.

The dry old man is staring at the bad old man, and there is a bit serious. "There are many variables in this, but we have made it out, the intervention is too much, I am afraid that I can't pass the eyes!"

The bad old man is somewhat embarrassing, pondering, and there is a relaxed color: "There is no relationship, there is no relationship."

"Jin Dafu is now very heavy for the killing of the guy. He got Qing Xuan Jian, the strength must rise, to kill Mo Chen, isn't it too late to get sooner or later?"

The dry old man did not speak, but turned to look at the turmoil of the world, suddenly thinking that the strips above the row, he seems to have such a little.

Lin Jin is straight to the waist, and the head is full of heads, and the big step will go to Qing Xuan Sword.

The eyes are gently on the ground, and smile coldly, reach out the hand holding the sword handle of Qing Xuanjian.

Mo Chen, I admit that your performance will always let me accident.

But today, this time, this sword, it will only belong to me.

From now on, you will never overcome me.

Lin Jin deeply took a deep breath, five fingers were tight, and the hand was a force.

"."

This unable to shake the big sword, finally in the hands of Lin Jin, have been pulled up.

", ."

Then, it is one inch, two inch, three inches.

A little bit, one inch, the cyan sword is broad, and slowly rises from the ground.

"Pulling it!"

"Pulling it!"

The crowd on the four sides began to make a burst of exclamation, and the thunderous cheers came.

"Wow!"

"Too handsome!"

Waiting for so long, playing so fierce, people who can pull this sword will eventually appear.

"Good, it is worthy of the people of the selection, the life is home!"

"The life is home!"

"The life is home!"

Among the air, the elders of the Qinghai Zongnong and the doors, the generals, and the face is full of joy.

"There is this goddess, there is this disciple, I am Qingzong, finally want to be glory!"

Those other sectaries who are far-sighted, some have the last thing that has the last one, and this time is also canceled.

Or since you are sincere, or still feel the meaning of you, but at this time, you will be with the emotion of Qingzong and the door of the door.

"congratulations!"

"Qingzong also adds a soldier, and adds to the tiger, it is a good, congratulatory."

"Qingzong's consecutive generations of people's talents, it is really a fear."

There are thousands of practitioners in the world, can be selected by the gods, all the sons of the Tianjiao.

Among the world, it will have a big rise in the world.

Qingzong, it is no longer a slow and slow.

A young and old old door owner of Qingzhan is full of spring borders to return to you, and it is not very pleased.

Qingzong millennium reputation, it is finally added.

In the future, it will definitely be more beautiful.

Zheng Qingshan is still a sorry, after all, in his heart, but more hope that Mo Chen can pick up the sword.

However, Mo Chen's performance is also amazing.

After today, Mo Chen will inevitably be paid more attention to Zongmen, nor don't be harvest.

On that, the cyan sword has been pulled out in the hands of Lin Jin, and the crowd sounded a more enthusiastic voice.

Everyone is waiting, Lin Jinjun from the moment.

Chapter 95

The bad old man is also temporarily thrown the things, teating the messy beard, smiled: "This Jin Dafu pulls out Qingxuanjian, of course, there is enough momentum to settle down, it is perfect."

As the Qing Xuan big sword pulled up from the underground, the earth was also shocked, and countless thoughts flew from the forest, surrounded by this mountain circles.

"!"

A sword, Qing Xuanjian has been pulled out by Lin Jin from the underground.

Among the sky, suddenly the colorful flow of clouds, the red and orange, green, blue and blue, can't live in the top.

There is more clouds in the sky, just shot it, just in the green sword and Lin Jin, in the handsome teenager, the golden brilliance is plated, Huang Huangru is as God.

Lin Jin gave a crowd around the surroundings, and the arm was raised, and the Qing Xuanjian was tall.

In the brake, the thunder is rolling from the horizon, and the seven lottery clouds are rushing.

"Bang!"