My script is a supporting role

Chapter 2 Fifteen No.1

Feng Yao was stunned on the spot.

Although I am indeed a little older than them, but I am only 22 years old this year, and I am in my youth, how can I bear the word "old"?

Mo Chen didn't care whether Feng Yao's mood was good or bad, and just turned around and left with Luo Qier, without any feeling of nostalgia.

Feng Yao's face was black and blue, almost dripping water.

"Presumptuous! How dare you call me old?"

While speaking, Feng Yao's body suddenly released a strong aura, and the strong wind blew up, carrying dust with a radius of several feet flying up.

At this time, Murong Qingyue hadn't left yet, seeing Feng Yao's appearance, she immediately moved a step sideways, stopped in front of Feng Yao, and said coldly: "Princess, do you want to make a move?"

Feng Yao sneered and said: "Although you have the reputation of being a genius, you only have insight into the situation after all. If you want to fight with me, I'm afraid it's not enough."

Murong Qingyue let out an oh, her vitality was released, and her aura suddenly rose several levels.

"what about now?!"

Under Feng Yao's concentration, her expression suddenly changed.

"Spirit...movement...environment?"

Even Mo Chen and Luo Qier, who had already walked a few steps, couldn't help but turn around, full of surprise.

Murong Qingyue, at some point, has already broken through to the Spiritual Realm! ! !

Even Xuan Yu Wushuang, who was still in mid-air, couldn't help shrinking his eyes.

Breaking through to the Spiritual Realm at the age of 20, he is known as the No. 1 in the world of practice, which is his great honor.

Even such a state can't really explain his ability, but this record has always belonged to him.

Now, it was actually broken by that girl named Murong Qingyue!

19 years old, Spirit Realm!

In today's cultivation world, there is only one person!

Feng Yao stared at Murong Qingyue, and after a while, she chuckled, "Sure enough, I am worthy of the name of a swordsman genius."

The vitality gathered in her hand, shining a golden light, and behind her, a five-clawed golden dragon loomed.

The most powerful formula in the royal family, the Balong Tianyuan formula!

The only exercise in the world that cultivates both the body and the body!

Back then, Feng Zhantian, the founding emperor of the Kingdom of David, used this set of exercises to sweep the world and create an unworldly foundation.

Feng Yao was still smiling, but her voice became colder and colder: "Unfortunately, with such a cultivation level, it is impossible for me to be my opponent."

As strong as the Demon Lord Aoki, although she cannot defeat him directly, she still has the power to fight.

In the end, with the cooperation and containment of his subordinates, he finally severely injured Aoki and took off one of his palms.

Even if Murong Qingyue broke through to the Spiritual Dynamic Realm unexpectedly, so what?

The difference in cultivation between the two is still huge.

Murong Qingyue showed no sign of flinching, a sharp sword intent gushed out from her body, and in an instant, the space in all directions was like October winter, freezing to the bone.

Xuanyu Wushuang exclaimed in surprise: "Fourth Grade Sword Intent!"

The sword intent displayed by Murong Qingyue at this time has actually reached the fourth rank!

Sword intent is the core mystery of sword practice.

For sword cultivators, the grade of sword intent is more important than the realm itself.

When he traveled to Tongluo Mountain, although Xu Zhiming also reached the third level of insight, it was not much worse than Murong Qingyue's insight into the fourth level at that time.

But because he has not been able to comprehend the sword intent, he can only display the sword energy.

At that time, Murong Qingyue's comprehension of sword intent had already reached the sixth rank.

So in terms of actual combat power, Xu Zhiming and Murong Qingyue are not on the same level at all.

This is also why when Murong Qingyue's sword intent came out when they were flying side by side, Xu Zhiming couldn't even protect the flying sword, so he fell directly.

Now that Murong Qingyue has ridden Juechen, she has directly broken through to the Spiritual Dynamic Realm, and her sword intent has even been upgraded to the fourth rank.

Such a talent is certainly astounding, and the improvement in combat power is naturally advancing by leaps and bounds.

Murong Qingyue looked directly into Feng Yao's gaze, and said word by word: "Princess's cultivation level may be higher than Qingyue's."

"But if the princess chooses to attack Qingyue, even if Qingyue loses, she will definitely make the princess blood splatter five steps!"

Feng Yao never expected that this girl with a cold temperament would be so strong.

But even so, she still has full confidence in herself.

Being a few years older also has the advantage of being a few years older.

That is, the longer the training time, the stronger the strength!

It's just that she was a person with deep thoughts, so she immediately thought: "I was entrusted by Mr. Wushuang today, just to do him a favor."

"How can you turn your face against someone from the Qingli Sect?"

Everyone now knows that the relationship between the Qingli Sect and the Luo family is unusual.

I just handed out an olive branch to the Luo family to win the support of the Luo family, and then turned around and fought with the people of the Qingli Sect. Aren't all the previous arrangements and plans all in vain?

But how can a momentary battle of spirits be compared with a great cause for thousands of years?

Thinking of this, Feng Yao finally calmed down.

The momentum around him slowly dissipated, and the faint dragon shape behind him gradually faded away.

A touching smile returned to Feng Yao's face, "Miss Murong is extremely talented and amazing, Feng Yao and the Luo family depend on each other, how could she hurt her friendship with Miss Murong?"

Murong Qingyue saw that she lost her momentum, and she didn't want to spend any more time talking with her, so she turned and left.

Mo Chen bowed to Feng Yao from a distance, smiled, and pulled Luo Qier to follow.

Feng Yao's smile gradually froze on her beautiful face.

This guy named Mo Chen was so erratic, erratic, and his attitude changed so much that she was caught off guard.

"Judging from this guy's previous performance, he must have been interested in me for a long time..."

"It was only under the double pressure of Luo Qier and that Murong Qingyue that I became timid again and didn't dare to reveal it."

Thinking of this episode, Feng Yao couldn't help but snort coldly.

"At first I thought he still had a bit of masculinity, but now it seems that he is just a cunning little cunning."

Luo Qier is fine, that Murong Qingyue is so fierce, she must be a tigress.

It is normal for Mo Chen to fear her like a tiger.

But after all the troubles today, this guy still slipped through his fingers, and he was still a little annoyed.

Feng Yao couldn't help turning her head to look at Xuanyu Wushuang.

When Xuanyu Wushuang saw this, Feng Yao turned her head to look at herself, but she was completely wrong.

"What? You came to me only after hitting a snag with that kid?"

"I, Xuan Yu Wushuang, am I the kind that people choose to leave?"

Immediately, his brows were cold, and his arrogance burst forth, completely ignoring Feng Yao's gaze, and walked away coldly.

Only a group of infatuated women were left in the square, still standing in place, feeling very sad.

Feng Yao finally frowned, feeling extremely dissatisfied with Xuanyu Wushuang's performance today.

Today's matter, if Xuan Yu Wushuang did not speak up, it would have nothing to do with her at all.

She put down her body and went to fight with Mo Chenxu. Although it can't be said that it was all because of Xuanyu Wushuang, it was also because of him.

In the end, although something happened, it was obviously not her fault. How could this Xuanyu Wushuang treat her so coldly?

"I kindly wanted to do you a favor. You didn't even have a word of thanks, yet you left in such a cold manner."

"What kind of young master is unparalleled in the world... I'm afraid it's mostly water."

Chapter 2 Provocation

Originally, she just came out to watch a good show, and she was in a good mood, but she got angry for no reason, and Feng Yao felt very upset.

It's just that the relevant people are walking away and scattered, and she is full of anger in her chest, and she has no way to vent it.

With a dark face, he went back to Dengxian Tower, picked up the tea cup and took a big sip, only to find that the tea was already cold.

Feeling even more furious, she put the teacup back on the table with a bang, and she sat back in the seat angrily.

"Princess, that Mo Chen is so ungrateful?" Yinyue behind her also said angrily. "Isn't the princess a hundred times stronger than those two little girls?"

Feng Yao suddenly said: "Zuo Zuo is just a slippery boy."

"I think those words just now may not necessarily be true."

"I think it's more like a pretentious gesture to ease the hearts of those two little girls."

Mo Chen was okay, but the indifferent attitude of this young master Wushuang was what made Feng Yao most unhappy.

Before asking her to do something, she talked sweetly, speaking better than singing.

As a result, when things went wrong, his face immediately turned black, as if she owed him.

"What does this guy think of me?"

"I'm not his servant!"

At this time, the voice of "Master Wushuang" sounded again from the copper button on the table.

Moreover, it was obvious that there was an irrepressible anger in the voice.

"I said, Fourth Princess, how are you doing this?!"

"Can't even take down a teenage brat?!"

"You are too disappointing, aren't you?!"

Feng Yao was furious, and when she heard this, she immediately exploded.

You are the one who came to ask me for help, yet you still dare to put on a show of face and temper with me?

Now you don't even know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and come to scold me?

Who do you really think you are?

Bossing over me?

Feng Yao's brows stood on end, she slapped the table heavily, her eyes were full of irrepressible anger.

"Master Wushuang, please clarify your identity."

"What right do you have to make a face at me?"

"This is because you asked me to help, not because I want to take the initiative to be a bitch!"

"What qualifications do you have to tell me about things you can't settle yourself?"

"Xuanyu Wushuang" said angrily: "This matter is good for all of us. I did this to make you better win over the Luo family. Don't you know?"

Feng Yao snorted heavily and said: "You don't put money on your face. Without Luo Qier, there are still many ways to win them over."

"These aristocratic families value nothing more than profit."

"Whoever gives more benefits, they will fall to whom."

"Xuanyu Wushuang" sneered, and said with obvious sarcasm: "Is this what you think? It's ridiculous!"

"Of course the family values ​​profit, but now the princess can give more to the Luo family than the third prince?"

"No matter how bad the third prince is, he will also be the future king of a country, and his name is justified."