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

Chu Zeming: "..."

Glancing at Yue Lian, Chu Zeming sneered and slammed the door and left.

From behind, Yue Lian stared at the young man in the black shirt without looking back, and strode away from the back, a little innocent.

To be honest, do you have to be this cold...

Sighing, Yue Lian idly took out a yellowed booklet from her arms, left the secret room, and walked towards the back mountain while reading it.

Chu Zeming left the secret room with an ugly expression on his face, and he was scolding Yue Lian in his heart all the way.

This idiot is not an idiot, but a natural black in an idiot's shell.It's useless to talk to him, this person has a sick mind, he can't understand the world of normal people, and he can't understand what normal people say.

The next few days passed very peacefully.

Ling Yunzi seemed to be busy with the affairs of the sect, and the turmoil of dumping the cesspool had not yet passed, so he seldom appeared in front of the disciples of the sect because of his good face.

Chu Zeming practiced every morning, and then went back to his small bamboo house to study and study. Occasionally, it was his turn to go to the main hall to be on duty, to sweep the floor and do some hygiene. Except for Chu Zeming's headache, the rest of the time can be said very comfortably.

On this day, Chu Zeming finished studying the book Xuanmo prepared for him before retreating, and was reading some high-level sword techniques in the Library Pavilion.All of a sudden, some disciples came to him in a hurry, shouting: "Brother, it's not good. The genius Fu Hongchen of the Kongtong sect brought a group of disciples to kick the gymnasium!"

Chu Zeming stopped flipping through the ancient books, looked at his junior brother who was sweating profusely, "Fu Hongchen, kick the hall?"

The disciple nodded out of breath, "Many... many people gathered around the arena of the martial arts training ground, and many senior brothers and sisters... were all...seriously injured."

Chu Zeming closed the secret book of swordsmanship in his hand, and asked with frowned eyebrows: "Fu Hongchen's Nascent Soul stage, did the elder master not stop him from attacking low-level monks?"

Disciple sparring among sects is a way for disciples of various sects to exchange strengths. They can hand over war letters to the same realm, or low-level monks can challenge high-ranking monks, but it is expressly forbidden for high-level monks to attack low-level disciples. of.

The disciple shook his head, embarrassed and embarrassed: "Fu Hongchen, he didn't make a move. It was the other Kongtong sect disciples he led... who beat all the senior brothers to the ground. The second senior brother, sixth senior brother and Wu Qi all went to retreat Now, Fu Hongchen is laughing at us that the disciples of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings are all rubbish, and the United Grand Competition won four spots because of luck..."

Chu Zeming pondered for a moment, put the book in his hand back on the shelf, raised his eyebrows and signaled: "Come on, brother, go and call it back for you."

When I came to the martial arts training ground, there was a monk of the Kongtong sect who was dressed as a scholar and was wearing a mop on his head. He held a folding fan in his hand and had a smile on his face. He had an outstanding temperament and was very elegant.

However, what was very disproportionate to his temperament was that he was stepping on the face of a disciple of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qing Dynasty who was wearing a black shirt.

He said "I'm sorry to give in", but his feet crushed the face of the disciple of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings who was lying on the ground even more forcefully.

Below the arena, there were disciples of two sects standing clearly.

One group is the disciples of the Kongtong Sect, the atmosphere is relaxed, like a sightseeing tour group; while the other group of disciples of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings is not so relaxed. Many disciples among them have bruises on their faces and bodies, and it seems that they have suffered a lot. beat.

Seeing his senior brother being bullied on the stage, the other sect disciples under the ring were very angry.

"It's too much for you! How can you bully people like this!"

"A discussion is a discussion, why insult people!"

"Senior brother Cheng, you have to admit defeat, don't fight any more, come down quickly!"

However, on the stage, the monk in the black shirt who was stepped on didn't seem to hear the shouts of the brothers below. Even though his face was being trampled on, he still clenched his teeth and refused to open his mouth.

Dressed in snow-white clothes, Fu Hongchen, who was surrounded by disciples of the Kongtong Sect like stars arching the moon, asked in amazement, "What is bullying? My brother Wei is on the ninth floor of the heartbeat stage. This fellow Taoist of your sect should be Jindan cultivator, right? Leapfrogging to challenge, defeating the strong with the weak, how can it be regarded as bullying? Isn’t your sect’s outstanding record in this joint competition? Why are you so vulnerable and have a false reputation?”

Fu Hongchen's voice was not too loud, but it resounded very clearly throughout the training ground.

Like a slap, it slapped fiercely on the faces of every disciple of the Haoran Sect of Jiuqing in the martial arts training ground. They are just a small sect, but because of the dazzling achievements of their seniors, they have become dark horses in the cultivation sect. As a member of the sect, every disciple also has a sense of pride in his heart.

However, today's discussion between the disciples of the Kongtong sect made them clearly realize the gap between them and the real first-class sect disciples.

On the martial arts training ground, the disciples of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings covered their wounds and supported each other with ugly expressions.Until there was a muffled sound, the cultivator in the black shirt who had been working so hard on the stage was kicked off the ring, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma.

"Senior Brother Cheng!"

"Hurry up, send Junior Brother Cheng to the Healing Hall to find Elder Zi Che."

The monk surnamed Wei who won the competition flew down from the stage, came to Fu Hongchen's side, and said, "Senior Brother Fu, I won."

Fu Hongchen looked at the disciples of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings who were in a hurry, and said with a light smile, "Well done, I hate people in black the most."

At this moment, a clear and slightly cold voice sounded from a distance——

"is it?"

Everyone on the training ground followed the sound, and saw a handsome young man in a black shirt coming from a distance, looking at the monks of the Kongtong sect on the training ground like icy edges.

"Big Brother."

"Brother is here!"

"Eldest senior brother, they are too much, not only discussing each other, but also deliberately insulting people!"

Chu Zeming didn't say much, and flew directly onto the ring.

His eyes swept over his own juniors who were covered in bruises and bruises, and then slowly closed their eyes.

Opening his eyes again, he looked at the monks of the Kongtong Sect, and finally fell on the monks in white clothes of the Kongtong Sect who were surrounded by all the stars like the moon——

"The Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings, Chu Zeming, cultivation base, Yuan Ying early stage, request to fight with Kongtong Sect's big disciple Fu Hongchen."

The clear voice is like a cold cellar in March, which makes people feel cold all over.

Below the ring, the senior brothers of the Zongmen first heard that their senior brother was going to challenge the strongest opponent, and they were anxiously trying to dissuade them, but then they suddenly realized Chu Zeming's state of reporting.

Cultivation base, Nascent Soul Early Stage...

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Eldest brother, is he in Nascent Soul stage? !

After the big brother and Dabi came back, they broke through the Nascent Soul quietly? !

Ah!

Big brother is indeed the strongest!

The disciples of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings began to get excited, as if a child who had been bullied outside finally waited for their own adults, crying and shouting viciously——

"Come on, Big Brother!"

"Brother smashed their faces, they bullied us!"

"I'm really in pain, senior brother and the others are really going too far!"

Fu Hongchen didn't expect that Chu Zeming would directly go up to the stage to challenge him without saying a word, and he didn't expect that he would break through Yuanying in just a few months, so he couldn't help showing a bit of surprise on his face.

However, it was just a surprise.

This guy.

He must be knocked down hard to the ground, and his face must be stomped twice, in order to dissipate the anger of being locked in a cage!

Flying onto the stage, Fu Hongchen said solemnly, "Although it's just a normal sparring between sects. But swords have no eyes, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless later."

Chu Zeming sneered: "Whether a sword has eyes or not depends on the owner of the sword. Only those who are incompetent and unskilled can't accurately grasp the damage and distance of a magic weapon. Don't talk about such nonsense that swords have no eyes."

Fu Hongchen suddenly died of anger.

This bastard is scolding himself for not being good at skills!

There was hatred in the first place, but being provoked by Chu Zeming again, Fu Hongchen shot directly - the soul-stimulating cone, the magic weapon of life, slowly emerged from the top of Fu Hongchen's head, getting bigger and bigger, and the terrifying thunder and lightning lingered around the whole soul-stimulating on the cone of the cone.

With an angry shout, the soul-piercing awl slammed heavily towards Chu Zeming.

Destroying power erupted from the soul-piercing cone, and the entire training ground was affected by terrifying spiritual power fluctuations.

Chu Zeming flew forward suddenly, avoiding the suppression of the soul-piercing awl, and folded his hands together. Immediately afterwards, a huge spiritual sword appeared behind him. The body of the spiritual sword was dark red, like dark amber full of blood. Surrounded by a dazzling and terrifying red awn.

The Glazed Light Sword and Sword Spirit couldn't stop humming.

Chu Zeming grasped the tactics with his hands, and the Glazed Sword began to change with his movements.

In the next second, twelve identical swords appeared behind him like peacocks spreading their tails, and then, the endless vicissitudes of sword intent enveloped the entire martial arts field, and the bitter murderous intent was hidden—this was Chu Zeming's absorption of ten swords in the Forbidden Pavilion. After the two golden lights of remembrance, the change of Qiushui Sword Intent appeared.

"go with!"

A low heh.

The twelve sword shadows attacked Fu Hongchen at a seemingly extremely slow but surprisingly fast speed.

Fu Hongchen jumped up, dodging the Glazed Light Sword quickly with his body, the white figure and the red sword figure were flying in the air, the speed of the spirit sword and the figure was so fast that afterimages appeared.

Under the arena, all the disciples consciously backed away a hundred meters and quickly set up many layers of barriers for themselves.

As the battle became more and more intense, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles rushed towards the center of the ring like crazy, the ground was shaking, and countless dust was stirred up.

Black and white figures fought in the air, and the terrifying coercion of the Nascent Soul stage swept the entire training ground.

If it weren't for the protection of this huge martial arts training ground, the battle situation would have already affected the entire Haoran Sect of the Nine Qing Dynasty.

This is no longer just a simple discussion between the two disciples.

It could be seen that neither of the two of them held back, as if they were desperately fighting to the death.

Hundreds of meters away from the arena, all the disciples watching the battle had long lost their energy to observe the battle situation, and kept throwing enchantments on themselves, layer by layer, until there was a loud "scratch" sound, and the entire arena After being overwhelmed, it finally shattered. Immediately, the turbulent flow of spiritual power around it suddenly calmed down, and everyone stopped their movements at this time.

The battle... is over.

Looking up to the center of the ring, the dust cleared away, and the silhouettes appeared—one standing and the other lying down.

His clothes were torn and his face was stained with blood. The young man in black shirt held a sword in one hand, his black hair was flying, and his foot stepped hard on the face of the monk in white who was lying on his back. His hoarse voice echoed throughout the training ground.

"How about it, are you convinced?"