Song Qingying also nodded.
He is the male protagonist, so naturally he is making rapid progress. If I rob him of the opportunity, he is still making rapid progress.
Whenever he encounters any difficulties, someone will come out to rescue him and get him out of trouble.
This is unmatched by anyone, but is this golden finger really infinite
From the moment I got the ring, the plot was different.
The only similarity is that Long Aotian is the male protagonist, and he can always make things clear.
"But Long Aotian is powerful, and fellow Daoist Song you are not weak either. You will definitely defeat him in the future."
Yuwen Wuji still believed in Song Qingxi wholeheartedly.
Song Qingying did not answer.
Although she is stronger than Long Aotian at this time, Long Aotian is the male protagonist.
She could only wait and see what happened. Long Aotian's fate was decided by her.
The competition was in full swing, and Yuwen Wuji also competed several times. Until he met Song Qingying, he surrendered after two moves.
The last people to compete were Song Qingqing and Long Aotian, who was very popular.
Long Aotian is a genius and a powerful disciple of the Luo family's Nascent Soul.
As soon as he arrived, he was standing on the stage, and he could tell that he had a high status.
In comparison, Song Qingqing seemed so worthless.
The golden dragon sword in Long Aotian's hand was pointed directly at Song Qingying.
Song Qingying just stood like that. She was wearing a crimson dress, her black hair was hanging behind her back, and there was just a silver hairpin on her head. She was dressed very plainly.
Long Aotian looked at her and made a slight noise.
She seems to be her, but she doesn't seem to be her anymore.
The first time I saw her, her head was covered with pearls, jade and silk, and she was surrounded by people rushing in and out.
The chin is always raised high, and he is bossy and disgusting.
Song Qingqing stared at himself in trance without making a sound, just looking at the sword in his hand.
The whole body is golden, and on the ground with the handle, there is a high-spirited dragon head, with its mouth open, as if it is roaring.
Looks very powerful.
"Do it!"
After seeing him for a while, still staring at him, Song Qingqing felt nauseous for no reason.
Are you not interested in yourself? When he thought of this possibility, Song Qingqing became uneasy.
At that moment, she scolded.
He started throwing spell after spell towards Long Aotian.
"Water Condensation Technique? Could it be that she has water spiritual roots?"
A middle-aged man standing behind Ancestor Tianyang said in a deep voice.
Patriarch Tianyang remained silent.
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Song Qingqing struck him with a golden blade.
"Golden Spiritual Root..."
The middle-aged man was stunned.
After being stunned, he saw other spells coming from Song Qingqing's hand.
Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth have all been used.
The middle-aged man had a look of contempt on his face at this time, "Ancestor, this girl is just a little higher in cultivation. She is just a miscellaneous spiritual root of the five spiritual roots. How can she compare with Aotian."
But before Patriarch Tianyang could speak, Song Qingqing's fingers shook slightly, and a rotating wind ball began to form.
Those wind balls suddenly rose around Long Aotian.
Long Aotian gradually lost.
The Golden Dragon Sword in his hand kept making several clear groans.
His face has turned pale, and it is obvious that his spiritual energy is insufficient.
Song Qingying looked at him with a smile on his lips.
He raised his fingers slightly again, and each small ice pick blended into the wind ball.