The junior sister who wants to be a villain

In the Tianjian Sect, the bells sounded melodiously, indicating that the annual sect competition was about to begin. Lin Wanfeng stood at the edge of the martial arts arena, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation. Wearing a black tights and a golden belt around her waist, she looked capable and heroic. Her eyes scanned the crowd, seemingly searching for something.

"Second Senior Brother, do you think we can get first place this year?" Lin Wanfeng turned to look at Nangong Wenxuan beside him, with a naughty smile on his face.

Nangong Wenxuan was dressed in Tsing Yi, with long black hair dancing in the wind. He looked at Lin Wanfeng with a smile, his eyes full of doting and tenderness: "Wanfeng, your question is really difficult to answer. However, With you here, I think we are at least 50% sure."

Lin Wanfeng curled his lips and said dissatisfied: "Only 50%? I'm very confident!"

Nangong Wenxuan laughed and reached out to rub her hair: "Okay, okay, then it's 60%, no more."

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the martial arts arena. Lin Wanfeng and Nangong Wenxuan looked up and saw a group of people approaching a young man in rich clothes. The young man had a handsome face and a noble temperament, but there was a sinister air between his brows.

"Who is that?" Lin Wanfeng asked curiously.

Nangong Wenxuan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "That is the young sect leader of the Tianyang Sect—Yang Dingtian. This person has a high level of cultivation and is ruthless. He is an extremely difficult character."

Lin Wanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Oh? Really? Then today will be interesting."

With the arrival of Yang Dingtian, the atmosphere in the martial arts field suddenly became tense. Disciples from various sects were talking among themselves, seeming to be speculating on the results of this year's competition.

At this moment, Jian Wuji, the leader of Tianjian Sect, slowly walked onto the martial arts stage. He glanced around the crowd with blazing eyes, and then said loudly: "Welcome to the Tianjian Sect to participate in this year's sect competition. The rules remain the same. The disciples of each sect are free to form teams. The last one standing on the martial arts stage That team is the winner this year.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers in the martial arts arena. Lin Wanfeng's eyes flashed, and he turned to Nangong Wenxuan and said, "Second senior brother, let's go find our teammates quickly!"

Nangong Wenxuan nodded, and the two quickly moved through the crowd, looking for suitable teammates. After some selection, they finally formed a five-person team with three disciples of considerable strength.

After the game officially started, each team took to the stage to compete. Lin Wanfeng's team went all the way and successfully entered the finals.

The opponent in the final was Yang Dingtian’s Tianyang Sect team. The players from both sides stood on the martial arts stage, their swords drawn and their momentum like a rainbow.

"Lin Wanfeng, I have long heard that you are eccentric, and when I saw you today, you are indeed well-deserved." Yang Dingtian said coldly, with a cold light shining in his eyes.

Lin Wanfeng curled his lips indifferently: "Yang Dingtian, you are nothing more than that. I thought you were so powerful."

When Yang Dingtian heard this, he laughed angrily: "What a sharp-tongued little girl! I will make you cry and beg for mercy later!"

Lin Wanfeng laughed: "It's not certain who begs for mercy!"

As she spoke, she moved and turned into an afterimage and threw herself towards Yang Dingtian. When the players from both sides saw this, they took action one after another. For a while, the swords and swords were flashing on the martial arts stage, and they were full of energy.

Lin Wanfeng and Yang Dingtian fought fiercely together, their figures intertwined, and they were inseparable. Although Lin Wanfeng's cultivation is slightly inferior, her body skills are strange and changeable, and she can often avert danger at critical moments.

Yang Dingtian, on the other hand, relied on his advanced cultivation and launched an offensive like a tide, trying to defeat Lin Wanfeng in one fell swoop. However, he found that every attack he made was skillfully neutralized by Lin Wanfeng, unable to hurt her at all.

"What a Lin Wanfeng! Sure enough, there are two tricks!" Yang Dingtian was amazed in his heart, but his offensive did not slow down at all.

After a long fierce battle, the players on both sides were exhausted and panting. Lin Wanfeng's heart moved when she saw this, and she suddenly used her original "Shadow Clone Technique".

I saw her body swaying, turning into countless black shadows and attacking Yang Dingtian and others. Yang Dingtian and others were caught off guard and were attacked one after another, and they were immediately in chaos.

Lin Wanfeng took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack and defeated Yang Dingtian and others to the ground in one fell swoop. There was a burst of cheers on the martial arts stage.

"We won! We won!" Lin Wanfeng waved his fists excitedly, with a smile of victory on his face, "We are number one!"

Nangong Wenxuan and others also gathered around, their faces full of joy and excitement: "Wanfeng, you are so awesome! We really got the first place!"

Yang Dingtian struggled to stand up, his face as gloomy as water: "Lin Wanfeng, don't be too proud! Today's shame, I, Yang Dingtian, will repay a hundredfold in the future!"

Lin Wanfeng curled his lips disdainfully: "We're always here for you!"

With the end of the game, peace returned to Tianjian Sect again. However, Lin Wanfeng knew that this was just the beginning. She looked at Yang Dingtian's leaving figure with a determined light in her eyes: "One day, I will let you know who the real villain is!"