When a Straight Man Dresses Up as an Infatuated Male Supporting BL

Elder Tiluo was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the incense burning on the jade platform.

There's still a handful left unburned.

So a smile appeared on his face, and the elder put back the gong he had just touched.

On the ring stage, Chu Zeming, who was covered in blood all over his body, calmed down a little bit from the unsteady atmosphere caused by the rush, and he was very grateful in his heart.

Fortunately... caught up.

Daoist Qingshan felt a little regretful.

I thought I was going to be lucky and win without a fight, but I didn't expect my opponent to catch up at the last moment.

He stood up from the state of meditation, flicked the whisk lightly back, and said to Chu Zeming, "I'm wearing Shanghu, I've offended you."

After finishing speaking, he flung out the whisk, which instantly turned into white silk, and attacked Chu Zeming overwhelmingly.

Chu Zeming swung the Glazed Sword, and the sharp blade easily cut off the whisk that was entangled towards him.

The Glazed Light Sword that has melted the remnant sword is different from ordinary magic weapons. After being forged, it has produced its own sword spirit. Under the pressure of the sword spirit, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Withdrawing the whisk, looking at the neatly cut part, Dai Shanghu's expression was a bit ugly, "What kind of monster are you, why are you so strong?"

The man in front of him was covered in blood and had a frightening aura. There was a black snake hanging from his shirt on his chest, and the long sword in his hand was buzzing non-stop.

Chu Zeming did not respond to Dai Shanghu's questioning.

The life and death of the past few days has left him with little energy left.

He must end the competition as soon as possible, the spiritual power in his body can no longer be suppressed, breaking through the arena is not a good thing.

Chu Zeming circulated the spiritual power in his body, and the terrifying power gradually gathered around him. The red-glowed glazed sword made a faint sound, and his tattered black clothes were hunting, and his face was bright red. It was already hard to tell whether it was a human or a monster the blood of the beast.

Everyone in the audience held their breath.

No one speaks.

On the arena, a sword with terrifying power was slashed down, hanging above the head of Taoist Priest in Qingshan.

Half an inch further down, he would die on the spot.

With just one strike, Daoist Qingshan, who was also in the middle stage of Jindan, was defeated.

Chu Zeming desperately suppressed the agitation of spiritual power in his body, and when the elder in charge of the arena came to the stage and sounded the gongs and drums of victory, Chu Zeming had no time to report to his juniors that he was safe, so he flew directly down the arena and flew into the distance.

"What's wrong, brother!?"

"Come up and see!"

Seeing this, all the disciples followed in a panic, leaving only a few disciples who were about to fight in the ring to stay where they were anxiously.

After leaving the Guiyuan Sect, Chu Zeming stopped in a barren hill a hundred miles away.

A sword cut out a cave, and then got in. After laying a barrier outside, Chu Zeming closed his eyes with peace of mind, allowing the spiritual power in his body to hit the barrier.

After a while, a small black cloud appeared in the sky.

Thunder and lightning loomed in the clouds, and a terrifying thunder disaster was brewing.

Xuan Mo arrived with all his juniors, and immediately saw the sky above Chu Zeming's retreat position, and he gasped suddenly.

——Brother broke through, and also attracted Thunder Tribulation.

"If I remember correctly, senior brother should be promoted to the peak of Golden Core stage next?" one of the disciples said suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more shocked.

Ordinary monks, only when they are going through a great calamity, have a small chance of attracting the calamity cloud.Eldest brother can attract Jieyun just by breaking through to the peak of Jindan?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with disbelief written all over their faces.

"Boom—"

A terrifying thunder sounded, and a lightning bolt with a diameter of about half a meter struck fiercely at Chu Zeming's position. Immediately afterwards, dozens of thunderbolts descended densely, and the thunder disappeared after a whole stick of incense. Dispersed slowly, all the disciples looked at the hole collapsed by the lightning strike with horror.

A loud bang.

All the stones blocking the door fell, and an overbearing man with a dark body and tattered clothes came out of the hole. A dark four-headed snake was tightly wrapped around the man's wrist, wasn't it? Who is Chu Zeming?

"Brother, are you alright?" Xuan Mo finished speaking, and was about to fly forward, unexpectedly, a figure moved faster than him.

——It's Yuelian.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Quietly blocking everyone's sight, Yue Lian's eyeballs almost stuck to Chu Zeming's body.

Chu Zeming was taken aback for a moment, and then noticed that he was staring at his body with only a few strips of cloth left, which was equivalent to no cloth. With a wave of his hand, a dark black shirt appeared on him again.

Chu Zeming said with a dark face: "It's okay, I'll go back and take a shower first."

After returning to the post house, Chu Zeming took a comfortable bath and became clean and tidy again. Then Chu Zeming put on a brand new black shirt and went out.

The wounds he suffered in the Devil's Forest didn't heal well. Even though his body was tempered by Thunder Tribulation, there were still many scars left. Chu Zeming didn't mind this too much, and these wounds would heal after a while.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't get better, scars are a man's medal.

The juniors have been waiting outside the door for a long time.

When Chu Zeming appeared, the tragic state of his body really frightened them a lot. Now that he has returned to normal, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his uneasy heart suddenly had a backbone.

"Let's go to watch the group arena of other juniors." After Chu Zeming finished speaking, he led a group of people to rush to Gui Yuanzong's arena again.

In the arena, the juniors who are competing are absent-minded.

The senior brother's appearance covered in blood and his bloody departure made him very uneasy.

During this period of getting along, the senior brother has become the spiritual pillar of the group of people. If he falls down, then everyone will not be in the mood to continue the competition.

While coping with the opponent's attack, the junior glanced around the ring from the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, a group of familiar faces appeared, and in the center of the faces was a young man with black hair and dark shirt with bright and flamboyant eyebrows. This disciple couldn't help showing a joyful expression on his face.

——Eldest brother is fine, the elder brother brought his senior brothers to watch his competition!

Being watched by role models will have infinite power.

Don't lose face, don't let big brother down...

At this moment, there seemed to be an indomitable courage in his body, and his aura suddenly changed.

The opponents on the ring were shocked.

Why are you so aggressive all of a sudden?

The moves gradually become fiercer, and the fight between the two of them has officially entered a white-hot stage.

Under the arena, Chu Zeming leaned comfortably on the recliner that Xuan Mo thoughtfully prepared for him. While watching the competition between his junior and senior fellows on the stage, he secretly noted in his mind where his moves were wrong and where he made a mistake in attacking from an angle.

After a long time, the competition officially ended.

The younger brother on the stage came down dejectedly, and said to Chu Zeming in a low voice: "I'm sorry, brother, I lost."

Chu Zeming stood up from the chair, patted his younger brother who was half of his head short, and comforted him: "It's okay, he is already at a higher level than you, and you have worked hard. But you can't lose in vain, and you have to think about it after you go back. Let’s talk about the other reasons why I lost, and try harder next time.”

The younger brother hummed, and his mood improved a lot.

Chu Zeming raised his head, looked at Xuan Mo, and asked, "Whose will our sect fight next?"

Xuan Mo thought carefully about the notice board he was looking at, and excluded himself, Ling Tian, ​​and the rest of the disciples... Then he raised his eyes and said to Chu Zeming hesitantly: "The next fight seems to be... ... from Junior Brother Yue Lian."

After Xuan Mo finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes to Yue Lian.

He was very leisurely, and he kept wandering behind Chu Zeming like a normal person, as if he didn't know that it was his turn to fight, but when Xuan Mo suddenly called his name, he still had a dazed expression on his face, "Huh?"

"..."

Chu Zeming felt that his head was buzzing, and the competition he was afraid of missing was like a joke with Yue Lian.If there is no reminder from Xuan Mo, who has an excellent memory, Yue Lian might just abstain from playing.

After a group of people rushed to the competition arena, Yue Lian calmly adjusted her posture and appearance, and then walked slowly and gracefully to the arena—it seemed that Yue Lian walked slowly because she was afraid of scratching her head.

Obviously only need to jump lightly to go up to the ring, Yue Lian abruptly walked out of the demeanor of a lady.

Chu Zeming saw that his head grew bigger than half a circle.

"Lian'er is really graceful and graceful, the scenery is picturesque, lotus grows in every step, it is fascinating."

Suddenly, an intoxicated voice sounded from beside my ears.

Chu Zeming was stunned by the messy adjectives. He turned his head and saw that there was suddenly a tall and mighty man in white clothes and a folding fan next to him. The one who didn't match his clothes was full of beards and a line on his face. A three-inch scar—

Chu Zeming was silent for a long time, then called out, "Chang Wei?"

Chang Wei cupped his hands and smiled at Chu Zeming, and shouted in a dignified manner: "Brother Chu, Chang Wei is being polite here."

For a while, everyone was a little messy in the wind.

Chang Wei smiled complacently, covered half of his face with a folding fan, and asked in a low voice: "Look, how about my outfit? The shopkeeper said that as long as I wear this outfit, I will become gentle and elegant."

Chu Zeming was silent for a long time, raised his eyes and gave Chang Wei a thumbs up, and said in a deep voice, "This outfit is absolutely perfect..."

Chang Wei smiled shyly, covered his face with his fan, looked at the people on the stage, and asked sadly like a young girl: "Would Lian Er like me so gentle?"

Chu Zeming was silent again.

I don't know if Lian Er likes it or not, but to be honest, he feels a little sick now...

With the sound of "Dang—" the gong sounded, everyone's eyes on Chang Wei were drawn to the ring again, and the elder in charge of the bye ring raised Yue Lian's hand and announced loudly: "The time limit for the three sticks of incense is over. If the opponent doesn't show up, I declare—Jiuqing Haoran Zong Yuelian advances!"

The author has something to say:

Chu Zeming's face was ferocious, and his eyes were tearing apart: The halo of the fucking protagonist!Fuck!