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

Not to mention the jealousy of other sects, even the disciples of the Haoran Sect of Jiuqing were extremely surprised.

They stared at the three bottles of spiritual essence placed on the ground, and they didn't feel the pleasure of slapping Zong's face in the slightest. Instead, they felt a little suspicious... Is this thing a fake?

But the aura that was so strong that it made everyone around them feel refreshed and happy told them clearly——this stuff is real.

"Little brother, how can there be spiritual marrow?"

"It must have been given by the head, the head loves my junior brother so much."

"It must be because I am afraid that my junior brother will be hurt in the big competition..."

Yue Lian got up and smiled at them shyly: "I picked it up by accident in a cave when I was wandering alone. Is it very precious?"

"Hiss..." All around, the cultivators of Biezong who listened to the conversation of the disciples of Jiuqing Haoranzong with pointed ears turned into lemon essence in an instant.

It is more than precious!

This thing is quite precious!

Who is this person, why is he so good-looking and lucky.

"Little brother, this is very rare. It is an unborn treasure. You... you better keep it for yourself, it will save your life in the future." One of the brothers said suddenly.

Several other people also echoed with dignified faces.

Only Chu Zeming was calmer, he glanced at Lingsui lightly, and said sourly: "If he gives it, just keep it."

"But this... isn't it a bit too expensive?"

Yue Lian: "It's okay, I still have a lot."

The people who heard this were suddenly in a state of confusion.

Inhuman...

Chu Zeming is also very lemon.

He knew that to Yue Lian, the spiritual marrow was nothing at all, and there were more messy things on his body.Each one is a treasure, not only that, but the extremely powerful dragon hidden in his sleeve will scare a group of people to death.

Hearing Yue Lian's words, the few people did not continue to refuse.

They carefully placed the three bottles of spiritual marrow in the very center, and received the envious eyes of other sects around them. They held their heads high and their waists straight.

So what about third-rate sects, we are not shabby.

We have the marrow, three bottles!

You don't~~

The proud appearance of this person's spiritual power made the other sects at the entrance of the secret realm very angry.

At the gate of the Divine Tree Realm, disciples kept coming out of the trial, covered in blood and disheveled.

But none of them are Xuan Mo and the others.

One after another, the sects evacuated one after another after waiting for their own disciples. As time passed, the entrance to the secret realm that was originally bustling with people gradually became empty, and in the end there were only less than thirty sects left.

The further back, the happier the sect that didn't withdraw.

The fact that my senior brothers didn't come out means that they have reached a higher level and have the opportunity to obtain higher-level secret treasures.Even if the fight for the treasure fails, it is not a shameful thing.

Because in the tenth floor of the Divine Tree Realm, monks who are capable of ascending to high levels are worthy of the respect and admiration of all the disciples of the sect, and will also win a good reputation for the sect, and will be able to recruit disciples for the sect to the entire cultivation world in the future The grand ceremony laid a good foundation.

late at night.

Another monk evacuated from the realm of Shenmu. He broke an arm. However, he looked at his brothers who were waiting for him. He had a smile on his face and said with difficulty: "The eighth floor, I got it..."

Not far away, the brother of the injured disciple saw this and immediately helped him to the Zongmen Spirit Gathering Formation, where he was healed and poured medicine.

Chu Zeming was originally sitting on the ground meditating, but he suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the commotion.He looked at this disciple who had come out from the eighth floor of the Divine Wood Realm, with a rare expression of worry on his calm face.

I don't know what happened to Xuan Mo and the others inside.

"pat-"

A cold drop of rain fell from the sky and hit Chu Zeming on the face.

It's raining.

"Brother, it's raining, be careful of catching cold in the rain." There was a soft and pleasant voice.

Chu Zeming looked up, and sure enough, he saw Yue Lian.At some point, he stood beside him, holding an oil-paper umbrella he got from who knows where, and two mandarin ducks playing in the water were painted in great detail on the umbrella.

Chu Zeming: "..."

Neuropathy.

Chu Zeming didn't bother to look at Yue Lian, so he raised his hand and cast a barrier to block the rain above his head.

the rain is gone...

Yue Lian glanced at the top of her head blankly, then put away the oil-paper umbrella with regret on her face.

The rain was heavy, the dark night sky was thunderous and lightning, and the wind was strong.

Chu Zeming was not in the mood to practice, so he opened his eyes and looked at the entrance of the secret realm ahead. Suddenly, three figures appeared at the position of the secret realm, and Chu Zeming narrowed his eyes slightly.

A flash of lightning lit up, and Chu Zeming saw three people covered in blood.

In the next second, Chu Zeming appeared in front of them in a flash.

All three of them suffered serious injuries, bloody and bruised.Xuan Mo was the most seriously injured. He was held up by Ling Tian, ​​and the heavy rainwater washed away some of the blood on his face. He seemed to have noticed something. He slowly raised his head, and then saw the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Xuan Mo showed a difficult smile: "Brother, we have reached the ninth floor..."

The heavy rain drenched his clothes, and Chu Zeming's hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.He looked at the three of them quietly, and after a while, a gentle smile appeared on Zhang Yang's gorgeous face.

He said, "Well... Brother is proud of you."

It seemed that he was holding on to his rationality just to wait for Chu Zeming's words. After Chu Zeming's words fell, Xuan Mo couldn't hold on any longer, and fell into a coma. His quiet and bookish face was covered with scars, and his brows were tightly frowned, as if Even in a coma, he was enduring tremendous pain.

Bringing the three of them to the healing place, Yue Lian's spiritual marrow played their role.

After pouring the spiritual marrow, the wounds on the three of them began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they returned to their original appearance in a short while, but the physical wounds healed, but the spiritual wounds did not heal so quickly.

There was thunder and lightning, and the wind howled.

The wilderness is not suitable for recuperation, so Chu Zeming ordered everyone to pack up, and took the wounded back to Cangzhou city overnight.

The recovery of spiritual consciousness is a very slow thing. After arriving at the posthouse and arranging the three of them properly, Zeming ordered the rest of his disciples to practice diligently and not to disturb their rest except when necessary.

It rained continuously for the next three days.

The entire city of Cangzhou was shrouded in hazy darkness. When the sky finally cleared, the United Grand Competition also came to an end—the trial of the Shenmu Realm was over.

In the huge comprehension square, the huge scroll exudes soft light, and the top is blank.Around the huge scroll, countless sect disciples gathered, bustling with each other, they looked at the scroll, whispered and talked non-stop.

"Tell me, who are the top ten this time..."

"I don't know, there should be the No.1 Mr. Fu from the last joint competition."

"I heard from the gossip that Mr. Fu met his opponent this time. He didn't get anything, and was locked in a cage by the elves."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Really, it's embarrassing..."

Next to him, Fu Hongchen, dressed in white, also heard their whispers. He looked faintly at the periphery of the crowd in the distance, staring at someone who was "paralyzed" on the chair, and said through gritted teeth, "Dog, I, Fu Hongchen, You are at odds..."

The other disciples of the Kongtong Sect who were following Fu Hongchen could not help but shudder when they heard their senior brother's devil whispering that he wanted to kill someone.

——What kind of experience did the senior brother encounter in the secret realm...

Chu Zeming didn't know that he was being missed again.

He mixed with the crowd with all his juniors to join in the fun.

Xuan Mo has woken up, his injuries have healed, but his body is still a little weak.Even so, he still ran with Chu Zeming on the saddle, and still enjoyed it.

Everyone else is standing and looking at the scroll.

Chu Zeming was different, he was very awesome, lying on a soft chair.

Feeling the soft touch under his body, Chu Zeming was filled with emotion.

It didn't hurt Xuan Mo in vain.

Seeing Xuan Mo's dog legs, Yue Lian felt that she couldn't lose.

He thought for a while, then lowered his head and took out a small palm-sized fan from his arms, walked to Chu Zeming's side and fanned him.

Yue Lian whispered softly: "Brother, the weather is hot, be careful of heatstroke, Lian Er will fan you."

Chu Zeming: "...Get lost."

Following the sound of three majestic bells in the air, black characters began to appear on the blank scroll.

All the discussions and conversations stopped suddenly, and they all opened their eyes wide, staring at the scroll without blinking——

One stroke at a time, one stroke at a time.

The first name appeared at the lowest end of the pure white scroll: Wu Qi, No.10 of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qing Dynasty, and the treasure he obtained - the Xuanfeng Buddha Umbrella.

Everyone was startled.

Who is this?do not know.

The scroll didn't stop.

Ling Tian, ​​No. 9 of the Haoran School of the Nine Qings, obtained the treasure—the Hunyuan Hammer.

Xuan Mo of the Haoran School of the Nine Qing Dynasty, No. 8, the treasure he obtained - the Wordless Heavenly Book.

……

In the square, everyone gasped.

What the hell is this?

Something wrong with the scroll?

Who are these people, why have I never heard of them!

What kind of sect is the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings? I have never heard of it!

All the monks began to discuss that although they were the last three with hanging tails, it was too outrageous to have only three at once, so that the people who appeared on the scroll next seemed not so eye-catching.

However, the thing that shocked them the most was yet to come, because after the first nine scrolls were written, the bold and enlarged No. 1 slowly appeared in front of everyone: Chu Zeming, No. ——Ancient Immortal Mansion.

Everyone was stunned.

What the hell!

Why is this sect again?

Who is this Chu Zeming? ! !