Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"Yes!"

Song Qingyou nodded as well.

He's the male lead, so naturally he progresses by leaps and bounds. Even though I stole his opportunity, he still progresses by leaps and bounds.

Whenever he encounters difficulties, someone will come to his rescue and help him out of his predicament.

This is something no one can compare to, but is this cheat code truly limitless?

The story began afresh the moment I received the ring.

The only similarity is that Long Aotian is the male protagonist, and he always manages to find a way out of seemingly hopeless situations.

"However, Long Aotian is powerful, but Fellow Daoist Song, you are not weak either. You will definitely defeat him in the future."

Yuwen Wuji still wholeheartedly believed in Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou did not answer.

Although she is more powerful than Long Aotian at this time, Long Aotian is the male protagonist.

She could only wait and see; she was determined to take Long Aotian's life.

The competition was in full swing, and Yuwen Wuji also went up to spar several times. When he met Song Qingyou, he exchanged two moves with her and then conceded defeat.

The final contestants were Song Qingyou and the highly popular Long Aotian.

Long Aotian is a prodigy and the disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Luo family.

They arrived standing on the stage, which immediately revealed their high status.

In comparison, Song Qingyou seems utterly insignificant.

The golden dragon sword in Long Aotian's hand was pointed directly at Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou stood there, wearing a scarlet dress, her jet-black hair cascading down her back, and simply adorned with a silver hairpin, a very plain and simple outfit.

Long Aotian looked at her and made a slight sound.

She seemed to be herself, yet she also seemed not to be herself.

The first time I saw her, she was adorned with pearls and jade, and dressed in fine silks and satins, surrounded by a retinue of people.

His chin was always held high, exuding an air of imperiousness that was repulsive.

Song Qingyou stared at him, lost in thought, without saying a word, only looking at the sword in his hand.

Its entire body was golden, and on the ground where it held the handle was a proud dragon head with its mouth open, as if it were roaring.

It looks very imposing.

"Do it!"

Seeing that he had been staring at her for a while, Song Qingyou felt a sudden wave of nausea.

Could it be that she's not interested in him? The thought of this possibility made Song Qingyou uneasy.

At that moment, she let out a sharp rebuke.

They started throwing spells at Long Aotian one after another.

"Water Condensation Technique? Could she have a water elemental root?"

A middle-aged man standing behind Ancestor Tianyang said in a deep voice.

Ancestor Tianyang remained silent.

No sooner had the middle-aged man finished speaking than Song Qingyou hurled a golden blade at him.

"Golden Spiritual Root..."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

After being stunned, they saw other spells continuously coming from Song Qingyou's hands.

All five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—have been used.

The middle-aged man had a look of disdain on his face. "Ancestor, this girl is only slightly more powerful. She has a mixed spiritual root of five spiritual roots. How can she compare to Aotian?"

But before Tianyang Ancestor could speak, Song Qingyou's fingers twitched slightly, and a rotating vortex began to form.

Those whirlwinds suddenly rose up around Long Aotian.

Long Aotian was gradually losing ground.

The golden dragon sword in his hand emitted a few clear chimes.

His face had turned pale, clearly indicating that his spiritual energy was insufficient.

Song Qingyou looked at him, a smile playing on her lips.

With a slight flick of his finger, tiny ice spikes were sent flying into the wind sphere.