Male God Please Lie Down

"Yes!"

Song Qingming also nodded.

He is a male protagonist, so naturally, he has made great progress at a rapid pace, and if he robbed him of the opportunity himself, he still made great progress at the same time.

When encountering any difficulties, someone will come out to rescue him and let him out of the predicament.

No one can compare this, 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 show up.

"But Long Aotian is powerful, and you are not weak, Fellow Song Daoist. You will definitely beat him in the future."

Yuwen Wuji still believes in Song Qingming wholeheartedly.

Song Qingming did not answer.

Although her ability is stronger than Long Aotian at this time, Long Aotian TMD is the hero.

She can only watch the changes, Long Aotian's fate, she is about to decide.

The competition was in full swing, and Yuwen Wuji also went up to the competition several times, until he met Song Qingming, he surrendered after two moves.

The last person in the competition was Song Qingming and the loud-speaking Long Aotian.

Long Aotian is a talent of Tianzong, and even the apprentice of Luo Family Yuanying Da Neng.

Once he was standing on the stage, he knew that his status was very high.

In contrast, Song Qingming seemed so insignificant.

The golden dragon sword in Long Aotian's hand pointed directly at Song Qingming.

Song Qingming was just standing like that, wearing a scarlet dress, her black hair draped behind her, and a simple silver hairpin on her head, which was very plainly dressed.

Looking at her, Long Aotian made a slight noise.

She seems to be her, and it doesn't seem to be her anymore.

When I saw her for the first time, her head was full of pearls and satin, and she followed people around her.

The chin is always raised, and the arrogance of the group is disgusting.

Song Qingming stared at him in a daze, without making a sound, just looking at the sword in his hand.

The whole body is golden, and on the floor of the handle, there is a high-spirited dragon head, with an open mouth, it seems to be a dragon.

It looks so mighty.

"Do it!"

Seeing him for a while, still staring at him, Song Qingming felt sick for no reason.

Are you not interested in yourself? Thinking of this possibility, Song Qingming became calm.

At the moment, she gave a clear cry.

Those who started a spell and a spell threw them towards Long Aotian.

"Condensation? Is she the root of water spirit?"

A middle-aged man standing behind the ancestor Tianyang said in a deep voice.

The ancestor of Tianyang was silent.

As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, he saw Song Qingming smash it with a golden blade.

"Jin Linggen..."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

After being stunned, he saw other spells in Song Qingming's hands.

Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, have been used all over.

The middle-aged man had a look of contempt on his face at this time, "Ancestor, this girl is just a little higher, but it is the root of the five spirit roots, how can it be better than Aotian."

But before the ancestor Tianyang could speak, Song Qingming's typhoon began to form while his fingers were shaking slightly.

Those typhoon **** suddenly rose around Long Aotian.

Long Aotian was gradually lost.

The golden dragon sword in his hand kept uttering a few clear moans.

His face was pale, and it was clear that his aura was insufficient.

Song Qingming looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The fingers raised slightly again, and the small ice cones were so mixed in the wind ball.