Villain female supporting system [Cultivation]

Ming Qianling folded the paper crane and put it away properly, and then heard Siming beside him ask with concern: "Fourth Senior Sister, how is Third Senior Sister? When will you be back?"

Ming Qianling thought to herself: Senior Sister, this Luoyun Peak is concerned about you, and they all hope that you will come back soon...

Thinking of this, her tone subconsciously softened: "She's fine, she's about to break through the Golden Core."

Hearing this, both Siming and Wen Lian felt relieved, and Wen Lian said awkwardly, "Third Senior Sister is so smart, I already told you, don't worry about her."

Ming Qianling said nothing, just smiled, she thought to herself: You are not me, you definitely don't understand my feelings...

The three of them were a little tired, and they would have to compete in a few days, so they stopped talking and went back to their rooms to rest.

Ming Qianling went back to the room and lay on the bed, only to feel Du Xunning's figure when she opened her eyes and closed her eyes, she thought blankly: I am in a daze.

The system popped up again at this time. It was afraid that Ming Qianling would not complete the task in a hurry, so it planned to beat Ming Qianling again despite Ming Qianling's cynicism.

"Host." It whispered.

Perhaps because of thinking about Du Xuning's relationship, Ming Qianling was a little distracted, so the system had to shout again, and Ming Qianling came to her senses and said "Hmm".

That sound came from the nasal cavity, indescribably lazy and casual, as if it was a casual answer.

The system felt slightly disappointed, but still said firmly: "Host, what are your plans for the inner sect competition in a few days?"

Ming Qianling lazily said, "Not really."

"Host, if you don't lose to the male lead, you will really be punished. There are many kinds of punishments, all of which are random. What if you get one that makes you want to die?"

Ming Qianling listened to the tone of the system, and the feeling of worry was conveyed. She thought to herself: It is not for those few upgrade points...

For some reason, Ming Qianling sensed a touch of caring from it, so her tone softened a bit, and she was no longer so cold.

She sighed softly: "If I lose on purpose, everyone in Luoyun Peak will be disappointed. I don't want to be a sinner."

The system said anxiously: "But if you beat the male lead, you will not complete this task and you will be punished."

Ming Qianling smiled lightly: "It's okay."

"You..." The system was speechless for a while, and finally paused, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of the pain of being burned or cut by a knife?"

Ming Qianling frowned: "There is still this kind of punishment, isn't it about death?"

The system said: "The program won't let you die..."

Ming Qianling suddenly felt a stuffy feeling that her life was being controlled by others.

It turns out that I am just a toy in the hands of others.

Ming Qianling shook her head: "Didn't you say that in the original novel, the male protagonist, Dabi, is No.1? Maybe my cultivation level is not as good as his, and I really let him take No.1. If it is true that my skills are not as good as others, There is nothing to say, I have worked hard for so long, it is not an exaggeration to take second place."

Hearing her soft tone, the system thinks again, yes, the original Ying Xiangming is No.1, and maybe Ming Qianling is no match for him. Thinking of this, he burst into laughter, and fell silent after a while, saying yes To enter hibernation mode.

The system went to sleep, but Ming Qianling tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall back asleep.

She occupied the body of the original owner, Ming Qianling, and after staying on Luoyun Peak for so long, she felt the friendship that everyone in Luoyun Peak had towards her. If she didn't do her best to try her best, she would feel sorry for Luoyun Peak and herself.

After Ming Qianling made up her mind, she felt relieved, she closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, she woke up early.

It was still daylight, when she walked out of the courtyard, she noticed a sound in the kitchen, and took a closer look, it was Zhichun Wenqiu who was cooking, and today she was making steamed buns.

Ming Qianling looked at the big steamed buns made by Wenqiu, and couldn't help thinking of the steamed buns made by Du Xunning.

Zhichun Wenqiu found her, and they all shouted, "Morning Senior Sister Ming!"

Ming Qianling smiled and patted their heads one by one.

There are puppet servants, but Yuxue is still cute. Ming Qianling has completely accepted Luoyun Peak in her heart, and even if this is her home, she should know that Chun Wenqiu is her junior.

"Is Senior Sister Ming going to practice swordsmanship so early?" Wenqiu felt a little embarrassed when she touched her head for the first time, and asked when she saw the Red Luan Sword in her hand.

Ming Qianling nodded.

Zhichun said: "Brother Lan and the others are already practicing swords in the backyard."

Ming Qianling was taken aback for a moment, then looked outside in a blink of an eye, the sky was not bright yet, and there was a glimmer of light in the grayness.

"It's so early..." Ming Qianling whispered to herself.

But Zhichun heard her words, nodded and said: "Yes, senior sister, you don't remember. In the past, Senior Sister Du would come to cook at this time, and Senior Brother Lan and the others would go to practice swords."

The "Senior Brother Lan" he said refers to the three male disciples Lan Shuo, Li Chenchuan and Siming.

Wen Lian's physical training and Du Xunning's method training don't practice swords much on weekdays. In addition, they live in the same courtyard as Ming Qianling, both of whom are girls, so they even took their own sword training to be lazy.

Ming Qianling nodded, held the sword in her hand, turned and left.

Instead of going to practice swords with Lan Shuo and the other three, she turned around and went back to her courtyard to practice swords alone.

That was the place where he entered Jindan that day, and it was also the place where Du Xunning protected him.

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There is no very rare reward for being first in the Inner Sect Grand Competition, but winning the championship is the proof of the most outstanding disciple of Tianhe Sect, so many young disciples who want to prove themselves want to take the stage.

Many eliminated disciples also joined the spectator seats one after another, wanting to see which peak disciple can win the championship in one fell swoop this year.

In the spectator seats, two female students of Medical Hump were discussing in a low voice.

"Senior Sister Wang, which peak is most likely to win this year's Inner Sect Grand Competition?"

"I think it's Rong Tianfeng. Have you seen that guy named Ying Xiangming? He is a closed disciple accepted by the master of Rong Tianfeng. If it wasn't for his extraordinary talent or some special ability, he would be picky about the master of Rong Tianfeng." How could you accept him?"

"I don't think so. I heard that he was originally a disciple of the outer sect and a member of Lingzhi Garden. If he had talent, how could he not be tested when he entered the sect? I think that Junior Brother Siming of Luoyun Peak may win. I heard that He is 'Chasing Sparrow' No.1..."

The two female cultivators fell silent while talking, because the last round of the Inner Sect Grand Competition had begun.

As usual in this occasion, lottery must be drawn first, and as the system said, Ming Qianling will face off with the hero Ying Xiangming.

Ying Xiangming obviously also saw who the sign in his hand was pointing at, and the two of them were separated by a long distance, but their eyes met.

Ying Xiangming didn't look too much, just smiled at Ming Qianling, cupped his hands at Ming Qianling, and left.

Ming Qianling didn't respond, just nodded slightly.

The system said: "Host, how can you be so indifferent?"

Ming Qianling: "Shut up."

system:"……"

Wen Lian was ahead of her in the competition, but it was a pity that she lost to a disciple of Biefeng. That disciple was also an individual cultivator, and he was tall and burly. He grabbed Wen Lian mercilessly and threw it on the ground. After all, Wen Lian was a petite female cultivator. When he threw her straight to the ground, she spat out a mouthful of blood. She felt that her internal organs were about to be shattered. Can't get up anymore.

Naturally, the opponent won.

In the competition between disciples, the senior brothers who watched the battle were not allowed to leave the field, but the puppet servants were allowed. Zhichun Wenqiu helped Wen Lian down, stuffed her heart-protecting pill and hemostatic medicine into her mouth, and helped her to Ming Qianling sat down.

There were doctors who wanted to heal Wen Lian's injuries, but she rejected them fiercely.

Wen Lian's complexion was pale, her originally red face was as pale as paper at this moment, and she lost her temper with others, now she can't breathe, she needs to open her mouth to breathe smoothly, however, her internal organs seem to have been shattered, and the spit out In the blood, there are fine pieces of flesh and blood.

Zhichun Wenqiu was so frightened that he wanted to cry, Ming Qianling was also horrified.

She never expected that what the body repairer endured would be this kind of physical pain, and she didn't know how a petite girl like Wen Lian chose this path.

Wen Lian leaned on the back of the chair, her eyes were dazed, and she actually shed tears.

Ming Qianling thought she was crying in pain, so she couldn't help but feel pity, and comforted her: "You go up first, let the senior brother perhaps ask a doctor with a hump to look at you, you are injured like this, if you don't heal in time, I'm afraid it will hurt you." If it hurts the heart, it would be bad if there are sequelae."

Wen Lian shook her head: "I won't go, I know about my own situation."

She stared straight at the stage, the tall and strong man was receiving congratulations from his fellow disciples at the moment.

Wen Lian clenched her teeth, her face turned paler.

In the end, she lowered her head again and said dejectedly, "I lost."

It turned out that she was crying for this reason...

Ming Qianling sighed, and was trying to comfort Wen Lian that the victory or defeat was fleeting, but then she thought, she came here and wanted a victory, so how could she persuade Wen Lian?

Wen Lian sat for a while, and Zhichun asked Qiu to give her some solid pills. It is said that Lan Shuo had injured his leg and Master found this pill for him. At that time, he found a lot and put it in the pill storehouse. So, Zhichun Wenqiu was afraid that something might go wrong in the three-person match, so he brought them all out.

Sure enough, after Wen Lian took the elixir, her face looked a little better.

She was stunned for a while, then suddenly frowned and said, "It's not right."

Ming Qianling: "...what?"

"Something's wrong," Wen Lian seemed to have thought of something, she stood up all of a sudden, her expression suddenly became very strange, "Senior Sister, this is something wrong."

"What's wrong?" Ming Qianling grabbed Wen Lian's shoulders, trying to calm her down—Wen Lian's appearance at this moment was really terrifying, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were still bleeding—she had no wounds on her body, and she was injured. It's all internal injuries.

"That's not Tianhemen's physical skill." Wen Lian said suddenly.

Zhichun Wenqiu and Ming Qianling were both taken aback.

Zhichun Wenqiu couldn't immediately understand what Wen Lian meant, but Ming Qianling did.

"Why do you say that?"

Ming Qianling had also learned the basics of Tianhemen's physical skills, and the strong man clearly played the Tianhemen's traditional physical skills...Why did Wen Lian say that?

Wen Lian was emotional, her qi and blood surged, and she spit out another mouthful of blood, but she still insisted not to go to the doctor who treated Humpback, she pulled Ming Qianling and said: "Senior sister, that person seems to be..."

Before she could finish speaking, she let go of her hand and passed out.

Ming Qianling turned pale with fright, Zhichun Wenqiu hurriedly called someone over, lifted him up and then called the doctor who treated Humpback, Ming Qianling had to compete and had no choice but to follow, but what did Wen Lian want to say in the last sentence? What?

What is that person?

Ming Qianling's gaze stayed on the burly body repairer—he seemed a little confused about defeating Wen Lian himself. Surrounded by his seniors at the moment, he looked surprised but more... no I can't believe it.

Ming Qianling frowned.

But she can't allow her to think too much, the next competition is about to begin.

And in this competition, she faced the hero Ying Xiangming.

Ming Qianling clenched the Red Luan Sword in her hand, and stepped onto the stage step by step.

The competition platform is ten feet higher. According to the regulations, if you are knocked off the competition platform, you will be considered as a loser.

Ying Xiangming also walked up slowly. His weapon was a long sword. The sword seemed ordinary, but Ming Qianling had read the original work and knew that it was not extraordinary.

However, his own Red Luan Sword is not a waste of copper or iron.

The two saluted each other, looked at each other, and the match was about to start.