My script is a supporting role

Murong Qingyue stared at Mo Chen's figure and said, "It's not necessary now."

At this time, at the tea shop, Feng Yuancheng with a gray beard and the lean Song Pingjiang were still fighting happily.

The two sides are their own masters, and there are conflicts of interests. They both put in a lot of effort for a while, and the more they fought, the more the flames escalated, and they completely forgot that the master who was going to pick them up today was gone.

At this time, the dark-faced man who opened the tea shop suddenly yelled, "Stop beating, look at the sky!"

If a group of people can afford sex, they can stop wherever they can.

The black-faced man grabbed the person next to him and threw him to the innermost part of the battle circle, and shouted again: "Miss Luo is in trouble!"

When the sound came out, the group of people were shocked and stopped.

Miss Luo?

Everyone followed the black-faced man's direction and looked up to the sky. In the distant sky, a flying-winged green bird was flying up and down, and behind it was dragging a large carriage.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the flying posture is extremely abnormal.

Feiyi Qingcong, out of control!

And there seemed to be a person on it, like a broken kite, fluttering in the air with the flying wings of Qingcong, looking very dangerous.

Song Pingjiang shouted anxiously: "Wake up Li Xianlin!"

Li Xianlin was the coachman who was knocked out by Feng Yuancheng, and he was also the owner of this flying winged green bird, the beast master.

Song Pingjiang pulled up Li Xianlin who was still in a coma, and shook him vigorously, "Li Xianlin, wake up!"

After shaking it a dozen times, Li Xianlin finally opened his eyes, but he still looked a little confused.

"Ah... ah... Song, Song Ping, Jiang?"

Song Pingjiang saw that this state was not good.

According to his speed of sobriety, Miss Luo's family may have fallen and seriously injured, and his eyes haven't been fully opened yet.

"Get some water!"

The black-faced man strode over and scolded: "The tea shop has been overturned by you, what more water do you need?"

"Step aside!"

The black-faced man came up and slapped Li Xianlin twice, "What water do you want? Just wake him up!"

Unexpectedly, the black-faced man didn't master the strength of these two slaps, and Li Xianlin, who was still dazed at first, was hit hard twice before he regained consciousness, and was actually beaten to death by him again.

Song Pingjiang opened his eyes wide and hissed, "Brother..."

The black-faced man was a little embarrassed when he saw that he had lost his hand, "This... mistake, mistake!"

Seeing that the flying winged green bird was still running violently in the air, its owner Li Xianlin was hopeless.

Feng Yuancheng snarled, the light on his body suddenly lit up, like an arrow off the string, it shot straight away, falling far away one or two hundred feet away, as soon as it hit the ground, it shot out again, another one or two hundred feet away.

Just a few vertical jumps, it doesn't seem to be very fast, but it has already gone five or six miles.

Wuxiu's way of practice is different from other practitioners, and there are few magic weapons, so the art of Yukong will be more difficult for them to master than other practitioners.

Most of the time, what they use is just jumping and moving.

But like Feng Yuancheng, a vertical leap is one or two hundred feet away, and the speed is already faster than the flying speed of ordinary practitioners flying with their swords.

Seeing that Li Xianlin had been knocked unconscious again, the black-faced man, Song Pingjiang and the others were stunned for a moment.

The master of this spirit beast is not around, how can we subdue the mad spirit beast?

But the Flying Wing Qing Cong was still making noises, so they had to let go of it first, sacrificed their flying swords, and flew towards that side together.

Although Mo Chen looked rather embarrassed, he was not panicked at all.

As long as the chain holds the spirit beast, it will be impossible for it to break free.

With a cultivation level as high as that of the man in black, he can't get out of this chain, let alone you, a little pony with wings?

It's just that in the first few hits, the spirit beast was indeed thrown too hard, and Mo Chen had no other place to rely on except for this chain in mid-air, so it was a bit ugly to be thrown.

But now, he had begun to adapt to this quick swing, and the chain in his hand began to shorten.

At this time, Feng Yuancheng had arrived.

Seeing Mo Chen's situation, he quickly shouted: "Young master, don't worry, the old man will subdue this evil animal right away."

With both feet exerting force, he rushed straight to the sky with a swish, and punched Feiyi Qingcong.

"Hey...you wait..."

Mo Chen was about to take action when he saw Feng Yuancheng rushing up to Feiyi Qingcong, and quickly stopped, "I'm not done yet!"

Feng Yuancheng's punch came out, but he couldn't stop it.

"Boom!"

The heavy fist hit Fei Yi Qingcong's neck directly, making a dull sound of gold and iron.

"Ok?"

When Feng Yuancheng punched down, he felt a sharp pain in his finger bones.

Zhang Yan looked over, only to find that apart from the scales on Feiyi Qingcong's body, from head to neck, it was covered with something like a golden armor.

I couldn't help feeling a sense of astonishment in my heart, "Could it be that I've lost my sight!"

"A guy like Li Xianlin can actually refine Feiyi Qingcong into such a powerful body armor?"

Feng Yuancheng didn't know that this armor-like thing was not made by Li Xianlin at all.

The chains are transformed by the changes of heaven. When they are soft, they are like running water and light sand, but when they are strong, they are far better than gold and iron.

Feng Yuancheng's fist is as tough as iron, so how can it be compared with Tianji in disguise?

Feiyi Qingcong over there was a blessing in disguise, but was protected by a collar made of chains, without any harm at all.

Although Feiyi Qingcong was running wild, he didn't forget to fight back, and stepped on Feng Yuancheng's chest directly.

Feng Yuancheng was feeling restless, and he couldn't move freely in the air, so he was stepped on by this foot, and with a bang, it was like a human-shaped meteorite hitting the ground heavily, splashing a puff of smoke and dust.

Song Pingjiang and the others were rushing halfway, seeing this scene was even more heartbreaking.

"Feng Yuancheng was knocked down!"

Chapter 123 Riding a Green Cong, Flapping Wings in the Sky

Seeing Feng Yuancheng fall, Mo Chen felt a little helpless.

"Grandpa, didn't I tell you to slow down?"

"You are quite old, why are you so impatient?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the black-faced man and Song Pingjiang's gang, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't come here!"

For this runaway spirit beast, the more people there are, the more likely problems will arise.

The black-faced man and Song Pingjiang stopped quickly.

They are also very clear that too many people at this time will more easily arouse the anger of the spirit beast.

But even Feng Yuancheng was kicked off, which they did not expect.

Now that Feng Yuancheng has missed, who else can subdue this out-of-control spirit beast?

And the daughter of the Luo family is still dangling in the carriage flying in the sky.

If something goes wrong with Luo Qier, then this group of people will not be able to explain to any one of them when they go back.

But seeing that flying winged green bird dancing wildly in the sky, they have nothing to do now.

Let's fight, I'm afraid that if I miss again, the carriage will fall down, hurting Luo Qier and his party.

Don't fight, just stare, it's not a problem.

Mo Chen had no time to care about other things now, and the chains in his hands were quickly closed.

His body was getting closer and closer to Fei Yi Qing Cong.

"That boy is approaching Feiyi Qingcong."

"Feng Yuancheng was kicked down. If he went over, wouldn't he be seriously injured?"

"Also, that spirit beast has other attack skills, so don't underestimate it."

Mo Chen paid attention to every movement of Feiyi Qingcong, and when he saw the right moment, the chain in his hand was slammed, swung high and high, and flew directly above Feiyi Qingcong.

The vitality sank, and the body fell rapidly, ready to ride directly on Feiyi Qingcong's back.

The spirit beast immediately noticed his intentions, turned around 180 degrees in the air, and came face to face with Mo Chen in the air.

"Whew!!!"

Flying Wing Qingcong suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a scorching vitality quickly gathered in its mouth, and it was about to gush out in the next second.

The crowd below suddenly shouted, "Qing Cong Liexi! That guy is about to spray!"

The temperature of Qingcong Liexi is very high, as long as it is burned, it will be the result of skin ulceration and rotten flesh.

But now that boy is falling fast, and there is not even a point of support around him, how can he avoid this powerful attack?

"Want to spray me?"

The momentum of Mo Chen's fall did not decrease at all, and with a movement of his spiritual consciousness, the bridle on Fei Yi Qingcong's head stretched instantly, "Boom, boom, boom, boom" and snapped together, sealing all the gaps in the front.

At first glance, it looks like a big metal helmet on the head of the spirit beast.

"Let you be a steel horse!" Mo Chen laughed out loud.

"call!!!"

A dull scorching sound sounded in the metal helmet.

Immediately afterwards, a thick smoke rose from the back of the helmet, and there was a burnt smell in the air.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The metal helmet opened again, reverting to the shape of a bridle.

But the head and face of the spirit beast was completely burned, and even the hair was burned off in many places.

"hiss!!!"

Feiyi Qingcong let out a painful hiss, as if he couldn't accept the result.

At this time, Mo Chen just fell to its abdomen, and unceremoniously punched its soft belly.

The body strengthened by Jin Jun's magic power is so powerful, this punch made the spirit beast burst into tears.

Fei Yi Qingcong got a stomachache and became more and more manic. He immediately spun around in the air and threw Mo Chen out again.

But this time, Mo Chen won't let it mess around anymore.

Stretching the chain, following the force of the flying wing Qingcong's rotation, it swung a long arc in the air.

Aiming at the opponent's position, he quickly gathered the chain, and with the power of the reverberation, he rushed to Fei Yi Qing Cong in an instant.

"Boom!" A heavy foot kicked its chest and abdomen again.

As soon as he remembered his hand, he stretched the chain again and released himself.

The spirit beast was hit hard, and when it was about to fight back, Mo Chen swung far away again, screaming in anger.

When it relaxed a little, Mo Chen swung back and gave it another blow.

Feiyi Qingcong was angry and manic at the same time.

Several times he wanted to breathe out fierce breath, but was ruthlessly countered by the bridle.

Mo Chen didn't burn a hair, but he burned himself black.

The onlookers were stunned.

"That boy... seems to be in the enlightened realm?"

To rise to the level of enlightenment at such an age is already the choice of a genius.

But it's still not enough to deal with fourth-order spirit beasts!