My script is a supporting role

The bad old man chuckled lightly and said nothing more.

Mo Chen's numerology entanglement with other people is not deep yet. When the numerology lines between them are completely entangled, he will fully integrate into the role and follow the line of the destiny roulette.

At that time, even the script may no longer be needed.

Zongmen Grand Competition and Secret Realm Trials are a huge turning point.

The bad old man over there was scheming in his mind, but Mo Chen didn't stop his thoughts here.

From Mo Chen's point of view, the bad old man's performance today is very suspicious.

At present, Lin Jin's rising momentum is strong, and the gods are beginning to unseal and wake up.

According to the old man's arrangement, whether it was the Zongmen Grand Competition or the Secret Realm Trial, Lin Jin would definitely win the championship.

Who made him the protagonist?

The rise of the protagonist of the waste material flow, of course, must be on an occasion that attracts everyone's attention, with a vigorous battle that slaps everyone's faces.

Mo Chen's current strength is already among the best among the younger generation. Even without the support of the Huolan Yuanjing, his full strength is enough for him to have a wonderful duel with Lin Jin.

Why is the bad old man still not satisfied?

Why did Mo Chen have to get the Huolan Yuanjing?

With Mo Chen's current strength and a whole piece of Fire Blue Yuanjing, how much cheating would Lin Jin have to do to defeat him?

"This old man, what are you planning?"

Mo Chen went through all the ins and outs of meeting Lin Jin in his mind.

Suddenly, a point that was almost forgotten by him popped up from his thoughts.

"In front of the sect, the bad old man wants me to piss off Lin Jin..."

At that time, Mo Chen complained, is this guy a Saiyan, and he needs to rely on anger to break through.

Facts have proved that anger has a catalytic effect on improving Lin Jin's realm.

"The bad old man insists that I take the whole Yuanjing. Could it be that he wants me to achieve a higher level of cultivation than Lin Jin..."

"Then, provoke Lin Jin's anger..."

"Explosive, broken,..."

Then, of course, he gave Mo Chen a beating.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Chen immediately felt that it was very reasonable, and it was very in line with the old man's style of writing scripts.

Lin Jin's ascent is destined to be connected with anger.

But the doubts in Mo Chen's heart have not been completely resolved.

In the old man's words, he mentioned two key points, the Zongmen Grand Competition and the Trial of the Secret Realm.

After the Zongmen Grand Competition, the secret realm trial will soon begin.

"During the trial of the secret realm, the fate of the three of us will undergo an earth-shaking change..."

This is well worth savoring.

The Zongmen Grand Competition has made Lin Jin rise, and the trial in the secret realm is most likely to be the further blackening of Mo Chen.

A blackened Mo Chen finally embarked on the road of no return against the protagonists.

This is very consistent with his script setting.

But what does this matter to Zhong Xiaowan?

What kind of role will she play here?

At this time, a vigorous bell sounded in the Lingtai.

The quaint giant book was opened again.

The large golden characters on it are shining brightly.

【enter】

[Scene] The mine in the back mountain of Qinglizong.

【Story】

Mo Chen was working hard in the back mountain, and met Qingluo and Yangfeng disciples.

Seeing that Lin Jin and Zhong Xiaowan are very close, Mo Chen is very dissatisfied and speaks out against each other.

Lin Jin challenged Mo Chen again.

Mo Chen wanted to make a move, but because he was afraid of Lin Jin's sudden increase in strength, he hesitated again and again and did not dare to act rashly.

Inspired by Lin Jin's words, the two sides fought again.

After Lin Jin practiced these days, his cultivation base has increased to a higher level, and he has a slight upper hand, which makes everyone admire him.

【out】

start work.

Chapter 20 Meet Again

This scene looks boring.

It was nothing more than adding a little more luster to Lin Jin's growth.

The setting of the whole plot can be described as bloody.

Why does every supporting role clamor to compete with the main character?

And then beaten like a dog?

Isn't that sick?

"...Good luck, bad luck, you have to do what you do..."

"Seven points are destined, three points depend on death, and only those who have life will win..."

Mo Chen sang a song that no one could understand, and wandered back to the mine.

Wang Yue, Zhang Tianming and Fang Zhuo had already left, and the mine was empty.

When the few of them met again, they must have already been in dire straits.

Mo Chen felt a little empty.

He didn't like the feeling of being too lonely.

A burst of noise came from far away.

Mo Chen didn't even raise his eyelids, he found a place to lie down at random, Erlang's legs were swinging in the air.

No need to look, there must be Qing Luo leading a group of Xiangyang Peak disciples wandering around.

The vast majority of Xiangyang Peak are female cultivators, so Yingying and Yanyan are also chirping along Qingluo's journey.

Only Lin Jin, a man who followed behind, looked particularly eye-catching.

What was even more eye-catching was that Zhong Xiaowan also fell behind, walking with Lin Jin.

Judging by the expressions of the two, it is obvious that they are much more familiar than they were a few days ago.

Thinking of the question just now, Mo Chen's heart skipped a beat.

"This old man arranged Zhong Xiaowan's marriage contract with me, and let Lin Jin, a bastard, come to steal love..."

"Could it be that the bad old man wants me to kill Zhong Xiaowan during the trial in the secret realm, so as to create an opportunity for Lin Jin to explode?"

Thinking of this, Mo Chen immediately felt that the possibility was very high.

Lin Jin is the boss and the protagonist, the bad old man wants to give him a perfect character.

The protagonist is to be admired by everyone, so killing a sister to testify to the truth can only be done by Mo Chen, whose whole body is completely black.

"Bad old man."

Mo Chen muttered to himself, "You really worked so hard for these big guys."

Gently throwing a small stone nearby, a praying mantis resting on the tree trunk shattered.

Poor old man, praying mantis catching cicada, and the oriole is behind.

What kind of person is Qingluo, she saw Mo Chen long ago, her expression turned cold, and she said displeasedly: "A dude is a dude, even if he is punished, it's just a show, it's really outrageous."

As soon as Qing Luo's words came out, the disciples behind all looked at Mo Chen, and they saw that Mo Chen, who was supposed to be a slave, was sleeping leisurely.

"Elder Zheng is so pretentious, it is too partial."

"That's right, the Qingli Sect is a thousand-year-old sect anyway, so if this kind of sect is spread, it won't be ridiculed by the sects all over the world?"

Seeing Mo Chen, Lin Jin couldn't help feeling a little angry.

In fact, these days, my own cultivation is very different from before.

Lin Jin knew that he was no longer a waste, but possessed aptitude far beyond ordinary people.

One day, he will stand on the top of the world, overlooking all those who have read him.

"To all those who once looked down on me, I will let you know who is the real strong."

But when he saw Mo Chen, he couldn't help but think of Mo Chen's unforgiving slap when the two in front of the sect fought.

That slap made his Dao heart feel uneasy, and it made him brood.

Qingluo also had a bitter heart about Mo Chen's beating of Zhong Xiaowan.

Although Zheng Qingshan said that he wanted to punish Mo Chen, it didn't completely calm her down.

Now I saw that Mo Chen's punishment was just superficial and put on airs.

How could Qingluo bear this kind of behavior?

Immediately called Song Zheng out, and said sharply: "Song Zheng, is this the place where the sect punishes? Mo Chen has to work here for ten days, and it has been seven days now, but he is sleeping? "

Song Zheng looked at Qingluo, then at Mo Chen, and smiled apologetically, "Elder Qingluo, actually, there is a misunderstanding here."

"Is there any misunderstanding? Could it be that what I saw with my own eyes can be wrong?" Qing Luo poured out all her dissatisfaction with Mo Chen on Song Zheng.

Seeing Qingluo's complexion getting worse and worse, Mo Chen was not happy.

He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and lazily said:

"Auntie, you just passed by here today, and you saw me lying here for a while today, why are you so arbitrarily saying that I am lazy here?"

Qingluo said coldly: "Do you know it yourself, do you need me to say more?"

"Heaven and earth conscience, I work hard and work every day here."

Mo Chen didn't care what Qing Luo was thinking, anyway, today's focus was still on Lin Jin, and it didn't matter how he and Qing Luo talked nonsense.

"Look, for the past seven days, I haven't bothered to wash my hair, I haven't cut my nails, and my ten fingers are covered in black mud. Isn't it miserable enough?"

Qingluo said: "Mo Chen, don't make a smiley face with me here, your uncle Zheng Qingshan dare not speak so casually in front of me."

Mo Chen looked directly into Qingluo's eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Elder Qingluo, how my uncle talks to you is his business, and how I talk to you is my business."

"You are my elder and the elder of the sect, can you talk nonsense based on this alone?"

Qingluo didn't know why, but every time she saw Mo Chen, she would be so angry with him.

"How dare you accuse me of nonsense? Isn't it true that you are being lazy here?"

Mo Chen scratched his head, thought for a while, and asked Song Zheng, "Uncle Song, how much is my labor?"

Song Zheng replied: "Ten days, 100 yuan ore."

"How much have I accomplished now?"

"Martial nephew Mo has completed 170 and five yuan now." Song Zheng replied "truthfully".

Anyway, the mines dug out are counted. As for whether Mo Chen dug it, only those who doubt it can prove it.

Mo Chen looked at Qing Luo triumphantly.

Although I fell out with three attendants today, but those few came every day in the past few days,