Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

When Ye Cheng announced the ranking of the competition, Wen Chuyi grabbed a belt with one hand, and used the dazed Momo Da and Fu Jiuli as human shields, stepping back to the edge step by step, and said quickly, "Thank you!" Yes, bro."

The two were almost dragged away by Wen Chuyi, and the force behind them was extremely strong. Fu Jiuli struggled at the time, but he didn't break away. The two found the sight projected from all around, so they let him pull them away. When Wen Chuyi was about to leave, he called someone to stop him,

"What happened to those people?"

The two of them crossed their chests, their broad backs blocked the view behind them, and asked.

"I had a little conflict with them in the secret realm." As soon as Wen Chu left in a hurry, he cut the long story short.

"What contradiction?" Fu Jiuli still didn't understand what he meant, and was about to ask him, but he had already slipped away.

Wen Chuyi took out the Flying Star Sword and swung it all the way. When he saw the familiar mountain peak, he breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door. The disciples' courtyard was very quiet. Wen An returned to his sect while he was participating in the team competition By the way, he also took Xiaoju away.

Wen An's trick of summoning fish from the air won Xiaoju's favor, and she followed Wen An without hesitation, her fat body nestled in the boy's arms, and she waved at Wen Chuyi perfunctorily with her fluffy tail .

As soon as Wen Chu thought of that scene, he couldn't help grinding his teeth. Orange pigs really had no conscience, but this saved him a lot of spirit stones. Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little moved by that move.

Cangyu Sect is the most mysterious sect among all sects. Their clan site is located on an island at the northernmost tip of Central Continent, which is adjacent to the Silver Sea. There are many dangers and it is extremely difficult to find them. The practice method is also very different.

However, it is a pity that I did not meet the disciples of the Cangyu Sect when I was in the Blossoming Secret Realm.

Wen Chuyi dug out a set of clean clothes from the closet, and was going to take a bath in the hot spring in the back mountain. As for the rewards for the team competition, they were all from his own sect anyway, so he was very relieved.

There are only three people in Haojia Peak. Zhenjun Yuli stays on the snow-covered peak all the year round, Zhou Yuyue runs between the martial arts field and the Cangshu Pavilion all the year round, and Wen Chuyi only goes to the hot spring in the back mountain, so he is very natural and heroic He quickly took off his clothes and jumped in, splashing a lot of water.

The individual competition was two days later. During this period, in order to avoid being sacked, Wen Chuyi stayed at Haojia Peak and did not go down the mountain. Zhou Yuyue even asked Zhou Yuyue to help him with the lottery and the sale of silkworm silk. Wen An went to the back mountain to take a bath, just to catch rabbits and pheasants, he was really happy.

"Brother, when the exchange meeting is over, can you come and stay at Cangyumen for a few days?" Wen An lay beside Wen Chuyi, with Fat Orange in his arms, stroking its fur one after another, with a tone of voice Anticipated and nervous.

The individual competition would be over in two or three days at most, and Wen An felt sad when he thought that he would be separated from Wen Chuyi soon.

Wen Chuyi was also reluctant to separate from Wen An so quickly, folded his hands behind his head, pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that it was feasible. He remembered that Senior Brother Ye had mentioned to him that when the sect exchange meeting ended, each sect would send several disciples there To learn from other sects, maybe he can ask Senior Brother Ye to sign up?

"Well, I'll go, let's go to sleep." Wen Chuyi turned around and tucked the quilt for him, and then took out the head of the cat that was stuffed under the quilt. It got bigger, Wen Chuyi flicked its ears in disgust.

……

The individual competition started at Chen time today, and Wen An happened to meet Zhou Yuyue when Wen Chu and Wen An went out, "Junior brother, are you also in the morning competition?"

Zhou Yuyue glanced at Wen An behind him, and said, "Well, it's ring number four next to Senior Brother."

"That's it, let's go together." Wen Chuyi felt inexplicably guilty. He seemed to have received the lottery result yesterday and went back to the house. He didn't ask about his junior brother. Feeling in charge.

Wen An grabbed Wen Chuyi's sleeve, and Wu Lingling's eyes peeked at the snow-clothed boy who was riding alone on the black-winged bird. He seemed to be aware of his gaze. Without a trace of emotion.

Wen An's back felt a little chilly, but he was not to be outdone, his paws grabbed Wen Chuyi's sleeves a little tighter, and he stared back with big eyes, what's so fierce, it's because he's afraid of my elder brother!

Unaware of the undercurrents behind him, Wen Chuyi separated from the two when he arrived at the venue, and walked to the corresponding location according to the information.

"There are five rings in the individual competition. On the first day, the five masters will be determined, and on the second day, the ranking will be determined from these five." The individual competition is still presided over by Ye Cheng.

"There are a total of 300 people participating this time. You already got the order of play yesterday, so I won't say much here."

"Remember, the nature of the individual competition is to learn from each other and exchange ideas, and it must not hurt your life."

Wen Chuyi stood behind the crowd, looking at the number plate of love in his hand, No. 40, the second place, the middle and rear position, not bad.

In this kind of wheel battle, the closer you get to the front, the more physical energy you will consume. On the contrary, the people behind will have a greater advantage, but this advantage will not play much role in the face of absolute strength.

The radius of the arena is about three feet, and it is made of hard Shenyang granite. Outside each arena, there is a judging elder, who is the elder of Xuanjianzong Waifeng.

The first game has already started, Wen Chuyi turned his head left and right, and finally climbed up a big tree outside the field, and set up an enchantment. Leaning on the trunk can not only watch the battle leisurely, but also avoid being seen siege.

The competition in the arena was in full swing. Wen Chuyi sat on the tree and took out the candied fruit. After watching so many games, he roughly figured out the styles of several martial arts:

The Yunshan Sect master transforms spirits, and his disciples also have different attributes of transforming spirits to help him. If they cooperate properly, the effect is equivalent to one plus one. With plug-ins; Cangyu Sect is very similar to Yunshan Sect, but they use formations to summon monsters from the bottom of the sea. The strength and size of the summoned monsters are different, and there is a thrill of opening a blind box.

It was already afternoon when it was Wen Chuyi's turn, and he was no stranger to the current No. [-] ring leader, Qu Zhushen, the perverted young master. Like a treasure trove, many people were repelled just by smashing the magic weapon.

"Number 40 of No. [-] ring, Mysterious Sword Sect—Wen Chuyi." The elder judge's voice was very penetrating, and the disciples in the audience turned their heads when they heard the familiar name. Too fast, before they had time to do anything, they disappeared in a flash.

After Qu Zhushen on the ring heard it, he shook the jade-bone scarlet whip that was still stained with blood in his hand, and Danfeng's eyes locked tightly on the long figure of Dao Xin, who hadn't seen him for a few days, and this man looked even more beautiful.

Wen Chu accepted many gazes without changing his expression. After he stepped onto the ring, he had already settled his posture. The perverted young master was still standing there, his eyes rolling around him.

Don't guess the perverted mind, because you are not a pervert, how can you guess the perverted mind.

The Flying Star Sword came out of its sheath, with a low-key and calm appearance, in stark contrast to the golden and gaudy magic weapon on the opposite side. Qu Zhushen took out a delicate and lifelike golden hairpin glass flower branch from his sleeve, poured spiritual power into it, and the flower branch As if alive, it flew above the heads of the two of them.

Wen Chuyi held the sword and stared at the flower branch vigilantly. He didn't know what magical weapon it was. Just as he was about to strike first and split the flower branch, it moved, and the flower branch trembled, and then——

It began to rain red petals...

Wen Chuyi: "..."

Wen Chuyi looked at Qu Zhushen across the flower petal rain with a dazed face.

The disciples watching the battle in the audience are also in the same mood as Wen Chuyi at the moment, with a confused and bewildered face, "Young Master Qu... probably took the wrong magic weapon?"

"It's possible," the companion on the side heard and nodded in agreement, "After all, Young Master Qu has so many magic weapons, it's normal to get the wrong one."

"How about it, do you like it?" Qu Zhushen's face seemed to be a little paler, and the color of his lips became more and more strange, as if he had just drunk blood, "Although it is slightly different from the color of Huoqinghua, but this It's the closest." His eyes fell on the side of Wen Chuyi's neck.

Wen Chuyi couldn't help but twitch his eyelids when he heard the word "Huoqinghua". He almost forgot that Qu Zhushen threw him down and gnawed on his neck. After all, I was affected by the poison of love at that time, and my mind was not clear, so it was easy to do some irrational behaviors, so I didn't take it to heart.

This must be some kind of tactic, such as wanting to provoke himself, then find a loophole, and defeat him in one fell swoop.

Wen Chuyi calmed down and didn't bother to argue with the pervert. He raised the sword and chopped the flowering glass branch into two sections. Anyway, if it was broken in the ring, he didn't have to pay for it.

Seeing that the glazed flower branch was cut into pieces, Qu Zhu didn't even blink, and threw another one casually. Seeing Wen Chuyi cut these magic weapons under the sword one by one, and walked towards him expressionlessly, his body His blood couldn't help but start to boil.

That's it, walk towards me with such a beautiful posture, and then kneel at my feet!

... Damn, why does Qu Zhu look at him so disgustingly?

The high-grade magic weapon of the defense system fell on the ground and turned it around a few times. Apart from the flat sword marks, it was also covered with mottled black marks. This is the lightning carried by Wen Chuyi's Lei Lingen attached to the flying star. The effect brought on the sword.

Wen Chuyi was exhausted by this style of fighting and gradually lost his patience. Before Qu Zhushen put his hands on his sleeves again, he rushed forward with his sword in hand. It is already a magic weapon close to the ground level before it has been trained.

Regarding this whip, there is a sentence mentioned in the original book, saying that it was made by today's master craftsman himself. Flying Star Sword.

After the disciples of Xuanjianzong found the natal spirit sword in Sleeping Sword Valley, they would usually spend some spirit stones to go to the Lingguang Pavilion to evaluate the level of the spirit sword. Also, people like Wen Chuyi are too lazy to go, so he still doesn't know what grade the Flying Star Sword is.

But these are not important, although the flying star looks black, ordinary and wretched, it is still very useful, at least it is very strong.

"Keng--"

The Flying Star Sword collided with the Jade Bone Scarlet Whip, making a cold and hard collision sound, and another touch, the Flying Star Sword's cold-glowing blade was not dented at all, which was in stark contrast to the pitted spirit swords of the previous disciples.

"This man's spirit sword is not bad, it is still intact under the attack of young master Qu's ground-level high-grade spirit weapon." The disciples in the audience clasped their chests and commented.

"That's not necessarily the case, maybe Brother Qu is showing mercy?" someone retorted.

"But why did Young Master Qu not show mercy to those disciples in front of him, but why did he show mercy to him?" The people around him asked suspiciously.

The long whip guarded Qu Zhushen's side like a spirit snake, blocking Wen Chuyi's advance. Although some of Qu Zhushen's cultivation base was piled up with pills, it cannot be denied that he was indeed very strong.

"You have broken through the half-step golden elixir." Qu Zhushen swung his whip to block Wen Chuyi's increasingly fierce attack, and looked at the young man's jade-like face with scorching eyes, not a question sentence.

Wen Chuyi didn't answer, and stepped on the ground with deep sword marks, bright red blood fainted from the snow-white disciple's clothes, it was too late to dodge, and was whipped by the jade bone long whip, but Qu Zhushen didn't take advantage of it, Yin Hong His blood flowed down from the black-gold imperial uniform, and then dripped down the back of his pale hand.

Seeing that Wen Chuyi had been ignoring him deeply, Qu Zhuyi also lowered his gloomy eyebrows, changed his previous lazy attitude, and turned from defense to offense, forcing Wen Chuyi back to the edge of the ring.

The conditions for deciding the winner in the ring arena, one is that one side voluntarily surrenders, the other is that they are beaten to the point of being unable to continue the competition, and the third is that they fall off the ring.

Qu Zhushen has always loved blood and blood. Except for a few disciples who voluntarily surrendered, most of the disciples who faced him before were beaten until they couldn't stand up. Now that Wen Chuyi was forced to retreat from the ring, it seemed a bit different.

Many of the disciples watching the battle in the audience were frightened by Wen Chuyi flying a kite in the secret realm of flowers, so seeing Wen Chuyi being pressed and beaten deeply by Qu Zhu, he seemed to have let out a mouthful, and shouted, "Hello, Young Master Qu!" That's right! Beat him down!"

This sound aroused the emotions of other disciples. In addition to the disciples who had some minor conflicts with Wen Chuyi in the secret realm, there were also the disciples who were sour and surrounded by beauties in Wen Chuyi, especially the brothers of Yun Shiqing, who dared to seduce the most beautiful of them Junior sister!Come on!Wash him!

As a result, more and more disciples shouted and cheered for Qu Zhushen from below, and the lively voice attracted disciples who were watching the battle in several other arenas, and they all gathered under the fifth arena.

Although there is an enchantment on the arena, the sound from outside can still come in. Hearing such a noisy voice, Qu Zhushen frowned displeasedly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Look, they are all waiting for you If it falls, if..."

"Brother--!"

Qu Zhushen's words were interrupted by a loud boy's voice, and the boy's unaltered voice stood out among the many voices.

Well, the supported objects are also different.

Wen An squeezed to the front of the ring, facing the sights from all directions, without any hesitation, he carried on the bravery of fighting alone to the end, and even took out a sound reinforcement stone from his bosom, and shouted forcefully,

"Brother, you are the best! You must be able to beat the crap out of that song!"

The sound was blessed by the amplifying stone, and the volume rose in a straight line. The surrounding disciples were caught off guard by the violent attack of tinnitus, and their brains were buzzing. A vacuum zone was formed around it instantly.

Wen Chu was very moved when Wen An came to cheer him on, and pretended not to be so surprised by the super loud cheer that he almost sprained his foot.

Grasping Qu Zhushen's moment of loss of consciousness, Wen Chuyi slightly lowered his waist and approached him like a swift wind, holding his sword to block the falling red whip, spinning and falling to his side, and the Flying Star Sword pointed directly at Qu Zhushen. Candle deep pale and fragile neck.

"Do you want to continue the competition?" Wen Chuyi's voice did not fluctuate, as if it was just the end of an easy competition, if you don't look at his blood-stained snow suit.

The sharp edge of the sword is only two fingers wide from Qu Zhushen's neck, but the sharp cold air surrounds him like a substance. The dangerous and cold feeling stimulates his heart, bringing indescribable pleasure, so that his pale cheeks Glow a little blood.

Qu Zhushen turned his head, regardless of the sword on his neck, and walked in the direction of Wen Chuyi, with an indescribably sticky and ambiguous voice, "I admit defeat."

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...Wen Chuyi couldn't help but help the good brother halo above his head (