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

Chu Zeming took a look at their school costumes - Shengyangmen, one of the top ten schools in the cultivation world.

Withdrawing his gaze, Chu Zeming said flatly, "What Qingshuang Fozhi, I don't know."

The leading Shengyangmen disciple said angrily: "We have already noticed that Qingshuang Fozhi is here by using the purple compass, and dare to quibble. Hurry up and hand it over to us!"

Chu Zeming raised his eyebrows and asked, "You guys from Shengyangmen, are you sure you want to grab things so openly?"

The authentic disciples of other prestigious sects, even if they want to seize the treasure, will avoid their own sect a little bit, cover up the sect logo before making a move.Is this Shengyang Gate brainless, dragging a bunch of people to grab it directly?

"Stop talking nonsense, the sect leader is seriously ill, and the only medicine he lacks is Qingshuang Fuzhi. If you don't hand it over, don't blame me for being rude!"

Chu Zeming looked up in surprise, "It turns out that the head of the noble sect is seriously ill, so let's do it like this. Let's trade fairly, [-] middle-grade spirit stones, and I will sell Qingshuang Fozhi to you."

"Sure enough, you took it!" The leading disciple shouted, "This Qingshuang Fozhi has been moved since we entered the secret realm. This should belong to our sect. You took it from us, and you dare to ask us about it?" Want Lingshi!"

Chu Zeming frowned, and he spread his hand, and a Qingshuang Fozhi appeared in his hand. While studying Fozhi, Chu Zeming asked, "Is there any name on this Fozhi? Why should it belong to you?" gone."

"Chingshuang Fozhi!"

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with this casual cultivator! Hurry up and get Qingshuang Fozhi back to the sect, and help the head heal!"

After the words fell, more than a dozen people attacked Chu Zeming at the same time.

Chu Zeming hurriedly flew to avoid it, and shouted: "I don't agree with selling it so cheap, I just want to eat for free. There is no free lunch in the world. Thirty thousand spirit stones are already cheap enough. This is the unborn Qingshuang Fozhi! The leader! You are all seriously ill and you are still making enemies outside, you Zong Yaowan!"

"You are the one who is going to finish, your whole family is going to be finished!"

"Give us Qingshuang Fozhi!"

"Little casual cultivator, dare to make an enemy of my Shengyang Gate!"

"Presenting Qingshuang Fozhi is what you should do, and you dare to ask us for a spirit stone!"

"Hand over Qingshuang Fozhi!"

A very thin needle shot out suddenly, piercing Chu Zeming's face, and a drop of blood dripped from his jade-like white face.

Feeling the stinging pain on his face, Chu Zeming's expression suddenly darkened.

He didn't want to make an enemy of Shengyangmen.

Even if they came up to fight him, he just avoided and didn't make a move.

Even if one of them is a little more polite and respectful, and don't take it for granted, Chu Zeming can give them a Qingshuang Fuzhi to save their lives.

But now, he really doesn't want to give it.

A red light rose faintly behind him, and then, the Glazed Sword suddenly appeared in Chu Zeming's hand.

The terrifying sword energy spread, and everyone gasped.

This Nascent Soul cultivator's true strength is frighteningly high.

A sword swings out.

The sword split into twelve afterimages in an instant, attacking everyone.

Fierce murderous intent arose everywhere, and the monks with lower realms couldn't bear the attack of the sword energy directly, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, and the injuries were not light.

Only two Nascent Soul Stage Shengyangmen disciples who were at the same level as Chu Zeming were left to resist the twelve sword qis.

Hanging in the sky in white clothes, the leader of the Shengyangmen disciples looked gloomy: "You are not worthy of being a monk of the righteous way! You have no heart, Fozhi is dispensable to you, but it is different to our Shengyangmen. The head is about to die of illness I'm waiting for Qingshuang Fozhi to continue her life, but you still don't want to take it out!"

Looking up at the crowd, Chu Zeming's voice was frighteningly cold: "I have nothing to do with whether your sect leader lives or dies. Fozhi is mine if I pick it. There are so many dying people in this cultivation world every day. Doesn’t every one of me have to give out all my belongings to help the world?”

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with him, a mere rogue cultivator, who doesn't know how to flatter you, just grab it! The head has an order, we can get Qingshuang Fozhi at any cost!"

After all, the two attacked again.

One person's magic weapon is a needle, and the other person's magic weapon is a knife.One light and one dark, very difficult to deal with.

Seeing that Chu Zeming began to have wounds of some size, the fairy house in his body began to move around.Having been robbed of too much limelight by the later Lingjingtai these days, Xianfu couldn't sit still.It is trying to find a way to gain a little presence and attention for itself.

But Chu Zeming didn't call it out.

The Immortal Mansion's defense is extremely strong, and it is his biggest reliance at present. Chu Zeming does not want to use it unless it is absolutely necessary-it cannot be broken or established, and facing danger is the fastest way to improve strength.

Three afterimages were wrestling in the air, and the fighting between the Nascent Soul stage monks made many passing monks terrified.This is an inevitable thing after entering the secret realm. In order to win the treasure, fighting and death are inevitable.In order to prevent seeing things they shouldn't see and getting into troubles that are not easy to provoke, most monks choose to avoid this place and go to the next treasure hunt.

However, there are also some casual cultivators of chicken thieves, trying to use the trick of praying mantis to catch cicada and oriole.

When both sides in the fight are injured, they wait for the opportunity to dispatch and kill both sides, consuming the least amount of energy and getting the most benefit.

Behind the protruding roots of the huge ancient tree, a sly-eyed guy hid his breath and quietly stared at the three fighting in front of him. Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder, which startled him.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you looking at?"

Turning his head, he saw a well-dressed, bookish monk looking at him with a smile, beside him was a baby-faced monk holding a sledgehammer.

The rogue-eyed casual cultivator hurriedly pulled the two of them down to squat, raised their chins towards the three fighting in front of them, and said in a low voice: "Be quiet, didn't you see the monks fighting in front? Wait here, and I will pick up the leak later, since If you are both sneaky people, then I will share a share with you two. See, the thing in black clothes will be mine later, and the storage bags of the other two will be divided between you two."

Xuan Mo let out a long sigh, and looked at him meaningfully.

Sanxiu was a little strange, "Look at what I'm doing, look over there." After finishing speaking, he smacked his lips, "Tsk, this guy in black clothes is quite powerful, two people of the same realm can beat him, and he can't fall behind. Feng, I don’t know when this fight will end.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Sanxiu felt his collar being picked up.

Sanxiu was shocked, "What are you doing?!"

Ling Tian held up his collar, his eyes were very unfriendly.

Xuan Mo patted his head and said with a smile: "I don't know when the fight will end, but I know that your little life is about to die. Let's go, let's go there."

Ling Tian hummed.

Right below the battlefield, under the huge, hard and steep rock, Yue Lian was sitting in the enchantment watching Chu Zeming fight. He noticed three auras coming from a distance, and followed his gaze, and saw Xuan Mo, Ling Tian, ​​and A sly-eyed monk caught in their hands.

Throwing the monk to the ground, Xuan Mo's eyes fell on Yue Lian, "Dog skin plaster, brother has left the sect, and I still can't get rid of you."

Ling Tian's tone was also very unfriendly, "He is fighting hard above, and you are hiding below to watch the show. You are his burden and burden by following him."

Yuelian didn't mind their malice, and even smiled shyly at them, "Even if it's a burden, it's a sweet burden, you don't understand."

Xuan Mo snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Little spicy chicken, watch this man, he just wanted to kill senior brother to seize the treasure. Ling Tian, ​​let's help senior brother."

After all, the two of them flew up.

Looking at Xuan Mo and Ling Tian who were so worried that they immediately offered to help, Yue Lian couldn't help but sighed.

——If Chu Zeming wants to help, can it be your hero's turn to save the beauty?

Thinking that there will be two more obtrusive existences in the two-person world between herself and Chu Zeming, Yue Lian felt a little unhappy, and kicked the little monk who was tightly tied up and thrown on the ground writhing, Yue Lian sighed Said to himself: "I'm so good, I'm actually in charge of watching this ugly thing, I'm too talented..."

After speaking, Yue Lian groped for a while from her bosom, and took out a crystal clear emerald green fruit to eat. While eating, she idly watched the five people flying around...

On the ground, the thief-eyed monk who was tied up secretly rejoiced.

Let a vase monk in the integration period stare at him?

Are you dreaming?

His Tang Lao Liu's technique of escaping from the shadows is not a cover!

While reciting the incantation silently in his heart, the thief-browed and mouse-eyed monk's fingers that he could barely move quickly worked out the spell.

In just an instant, his whole body was hidden.

Before the vase could react, she was still sitting there motionless watching the people above fight, so Tang Lao Liu began to squirm, trying to crawl out——

In the next second, the emerald green fruit that had been gnawed to only half of it hit the monk's face.

"Aw!" The thief-browed and mouse-eyed cultivator was so painful that his past and present lives suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and his nosebleeds kept flowing, he raised his head and stared at Yue Lian, and shouted angrily: "Damn it, what kind of magic weapon do you have, that you can see through my shadow escape technique! "

Yue Lian turned her head and smiled contrivedly at him, "My magic weapon is my love for senior brother—" Then she immediately recovered her expressionless face, "Be honest, or I will kill you."

The monk couldn't help but tremble all over.

This vase is sick, it is clearly in the fusion period, why does it feel a little scary.

In mid-air, Chu Zeming, who was fighting with two Nascent Soul stage monks, suddenly felt that the opponent's attack was much smaller. When he turned his head, he saw two familiar figures beside him—Xuan Mo and Ling Tian.

Chu Zeming didn't have time to reminisce about the past, so he took a sword flower to block the flying needles attacking him, and said in a low voice, "Xuan Mo Lingtian, be careful, someone's magic weapon is a needle!"

"Yes, Big Brother."

With the addition of Xuan Mo and Ling Tian, ​​the originally evenly matched situation suddenly tilted.

The leading monk shouted loudly: "You two fellow Taoists are sure to intervene, so you know we are disciples of Shengyang Sect!"

Xuan Mo sacrificed the wordless heavenly book, and said angrily: "I don't care about your ascending yin gate or ascending yang gate, if you dare to beat my senior brother, it's wrong!"

Immediately afterwards, the secret treasure Wordless Heavenly Book began to appear densely packed with small golden characters.

In a radius of ten miles, murderous intentions arose everywhere.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Shengyang Sect who were seriously injured below all flew up while supporting their injured bodies, and attacked the three of them as if desperately.

In the terrifying melee, a sharp scream suddenly sounded.

"what--!"

Following the sound, the black hair of the young man in the black shirt was flying, and the glazed sword in his hand was buzzing, while the disciple of the first Shengyang sect who fought with him had already broken an entire arm. He is half dressed.

——I kicked the iron plate.

With a pale face, he glanced at Chu Zeming and the two people beside him, and then shouted: "Go!"

Then escape first.

Seeing this, the rest of the Shengyangmen disciples turned into streamers and disappeared.

After the battle, everything returned to calm.

Chu Zeming retracted the sword, fell to the ground and meditated to heal his wounds.

After a long time, Chu Zeming opened his eyes again.Looking at Xuan Mo and Ling Tian who were guarding the law next to him, Chu Zeming asked, "Why did you follow?"

Xuan Mo looked at the black-haired young man with crooked eyes: "Xuan Mo said, if senior brother leaves the sect, Xuan Mo will definitely go with you."

Ling Tian glanced at Chu Zeming.His face was stained with blood, making him extraordinarily beautiful.His ears were slightly red, Ling Tian looked away, snorted, and said awkwardly: "Xuan Mo begged me to come."

Yue Lian heard the words, leaned forward, stared straight at Ling Tian, ​​and said quietly: "Then I beg you to go now, okay?"

After glaring at Yue Lian fiercely, Ling Tian said angrily, "You don't know why?"

Not knowing what nerves the two of them were having again, Chu Zeming turned away from Yue Lian and Ling Tian with a headache, and shouted, "Okay, don't make trouble."