Quick Transmigration: Even Extras Want to Be Leading Actresses

Chapter 120 A Martial Arts Transmigration Story (1)

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin frowned: "What, did they bully you too?"

Jiang Xinyue's past relationship with Lei Ming was common knowledge in the martial arts world.

"No, not really." That's what she said, but looking at Jiang Xinyue's lowered head, Feng Lin felt that she had the truth.

"Don't worry, these two are definitely here to compete for the alliance leader position. I'm going to teach them a lesson."

The young and impetuous Feng Lin made a promise.

The first three days of the martial arts tournament consist of an opening performance, a summary of the achievements of the former leader, and reports from various sects.

The real competition began on the fourth day.

Depending on the situation at the competition site, it may last anywhere from ten to fifteen days.

Gu Shijiu felt that it looked somewhat similar to the Olympics she had watched.

She wasn't interested in the projects for the first three days, and instead took Lin Wei and the others around eating and drinking.

She didn't take her place in the Mad Blade Sect until the fourth day.

The arena was large, with a ring in the center, and the rules were very simple.

Regardless of school or style, being knocked off the stage is considered a loss.

On both sides of the arena, banners fluttered, swords clashed, and voices clashed.

The various sects were seated below.

Representatives from top sects such as the Hidden Sword Manor, known for its superb swordsmanship, the Shaolin School, renowned for its powerful palm techniques, and the Tang Clan, famous for its hidden weapons, have all come.

Gu Shijiu had been watching for quite a while, and the fruit plate had been changed three times.

The heroes and warriors used all their skills and displayed their strongest abilities.

Some were skilled in swordsmanship, their swords flashing and their blades gleaming.

Some are proficient in boxing, and their punches are powerful and forceful.

Others are skilled with hidden weapons, striking with lightning speed, making them impossible to defend against.

However, the first few matches usually serve as a starting point, and the contestants' skills are only average.

It wasn't until the third day of the competition that Gu Shijiu witnessed a truly spectacular duel.

The two people on the dueling platform, one was wearing a Taoist robe and the other was wearing black clothes.

The man in the Taoist robe had a handsome face, held a long sword, and possessed an extraordinary air.

The woman in black had a cold look in her eyes and exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes meeting, as if sparks were flying in the air.

Gu Shijiu didn't recognize him very well, but the coachman was able to explain to her: "The man is Qingxi, the chief disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, and the woman is Bai Wushuang, a disciple of the Shenshui Pavilion."

It is said that the two were once lovers, but turned against each other after Qingxi became a Taoist nun.

Qingxi is the most likely candidate to become the leader of the Xuanzhen Sect in this generation. Bai Wushuang is probably here for revenge.

"Oh—" Gu Shijiu loved this kind of story the most and listened with great interest.

At a command, the two attacked simultaneously.

Bai Wushuang flashed forward like a ghost, lunging at Qingxi with a flurry of palm strikes.

Qingxi was not to be outdone. She flicked her longsword, creating a dazzling sword flower, and met her opponent's attack.

For a moment, the shadows of palms and swords intertwined on the martial arts stage, dazzling the eyes.

Both of them were moving at their maximum speed, and only blurry figures could be seen flashing on the stage.

The audience below the stage held their breath, watching the fight on stage with bated breath.

As time went on, the battle between the two became increasingly intense.

Bai Wushuang's palm techniques became increasingly fierce, each palm strike containing immense power, as if capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Qingxi, with her superb swordsmanship, kept searching for her weaknesses, attempting to deliver a fatal blow.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, Bai Wushuang suddenly shouted and took out a fan.

She suddenly pushed the fan forward, and a powerful gust of air surged out from the fan, sweeping towards Qingxi.

Seeing this, Qingxi also unleashed her strongest sword technique.

A dazzling sword light shot out from his sword, colliding with the airflow pushed out by Bai Wushuang.

With a loud "boom," the two forces collided on the dueling platform, creating a shockwave.

Many people in the audience were so shocked that they staggered and even fell to the ground.

When the smoke cleared, Qingxi and Bai Wushuang stood there quietly, motionless, both covered in wounds.

A moment later, Bai Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Ahem, Qingxi, I just want an answer."

Bai Wushuang had a beautiful face and her eyes were filled with tears, which made Gu Shijiu forget to eat the watermelon.

What a beautiful young lady...

Qingxi replied calmly, "You flatter me."

He stayed on the stage for two days.

On the sixth day of the competition, seeing that no one could defeat him, Feng Lin finally made his appearance.

He was dressed in white and floated in, stepping on the bodies of a flock of birds.

Gu Shijiu's eyelids twitched. This was even more pretentious than Han Qing's "fluttering steps."

These are the birds—she looked down at a group of dead birds whose spines had been broken and which had fallen to the ground, and gestured for the housekeeper to pick them up.

"Madam, are we going to stand on the moral high ground and condemn this young hero for being unworthy of being the leader of the alliance?"

After the butler picked up the bird, he asked in a low voice.

"Take it back and grill it," Gu Shijiu said succinctly.

Seeing Feng Lin arrive gracefully, Jiang Xinyue's girlish heart instantly fluttered.

This is what it means to be treated like a leading lady.

She didn't transmigrate this time just to become the master's mistress or follow a doomed demonic killer.

Now that things have finally been set right, Jiang Xinyue felt a sense of envious admiration from the female warriors around her, and she felt a little smug.

As the one who ultimately wins the position of leader in the script, Feng Lin naturally wins quickly.

Qingxi was knocked off the stage, while Fenglin stood in the center of the arena, receiving praise from the crowd.

He wore a moon-white robe, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, his long hair was casually tied up with a ribbon, and his eyes revealed confidence.

The long sword in his hand had a slender blade, and the scabbard was engraved with exquisite patterns. A gemstone was inlaid on the hilt, which sparkled in the sunlight.

"I am Feng Lin from Fengxiang Manor. I humbly request guidance from Lin Wei, the sect leader of the Mad Saber Sect."

Feng Lin took the initiative to challenge Lin Wei.

This is also within the scope permitted by the rules.

Sometimes, martial arts tournaments serve as a temporary venue for heroes to resolve disputes.

Once they step into the ring and determine the winner or loser, or even life or death, all previous grudges are wiped clean.

Lin Wei, who was sitting with Gu Shijiu, eating fruit, quickly stood up when he heard this.

Although I don't know why the other party specifically challenged me, I can't back down now.

"Lin Wei, if you lose, I won't take your life. You only need to apologize to Miss Jiang."

Feng Lin's expression was proud.

Gu Shijiu sensed something was off; this was aimed at me.

Lin Wei was very polite: "May I ask how you two are addressed? How should I apologize?"

He knows he's not very smart, and perhaps he offended someone unintentionally.

However, both Feng Lin and Jiang Xinyue were enraged upon hearing this.

"You arrogant brute, don't think you can bully people just because you have the power of the Mad Blade Sect."

Along the way, Feng Lin heard many rumors about the Mad Saber Sect.

Today, he will teach this sect leader a lesson for seizing people's property, wiping out entire families, and oppressing the martial arts world.

Feng Lin launched the first attack, his figure flashing, arriving in front of Lin Wei in an instant like a gentle breeze.

With a slight tremor, he twirled his longsword, creating a few flourishes, and thrust it towards his opponent.