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

Rao knew that Yue Lian had the aura of the protagonist and her own good luck buff, but when she heard the word "bye", Chu Zeming couldn't help but twitch her eyelids...

"Little brother is really lucky."

"I can directly enter the top [-] without a competition, my seniors are so envious."

The other sect disciples gathered around Yue Lian, discussing enviously.

Chu Zeming: ...

In front of the protagonist's halo, Tiandao's darling lost completely.

"Young junior brother's luck is really enviable, senior brother, don't you think so?" Xuan Mo was also very emotional. Just after asking this question, he turned his head and saw his senior senior brother's ridiculously dark handsome face, so he hurriedly changed it. With a tone of voice, he said righteously: "What is a bye? There are a dozen or so monks who have a bye in the first round of the United Grand Tournament, but only two of them got the number one in the lottery. From the perspective of probability, the senior brother is obviously better."

Chu Zeming, who had just been hit a little bit, calmed down a little, snorted through his nose, and said lightly: "It's like this."

Xuan Mo heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and shouted, "It's over, it's not your bye, junior brother, why are you so excited! Don't discuss in a circle, the first group arena will be played later, senior brothers, all go Cheer for senior brother, do you hear me?"

All the disciples: "I heard—"

Chu Zeming's mood improved a lot.

After the lottery was over, it was the opening ceremony of the joint competition, which was similar to the "opening ceremony" of a modern event. It was nothing to watch, and Chu Zeming almost fell asleep.

Until a loud sound transmission over the square awakened Chu Zeming from his drowsiness.

"The United Grand Competition has officially started. There are 81 arenas set up by the Zongmen. The monks who have drawn Jade Talismans No. 81 to [-] should rush to the corresponding arena as soon as possible. The time limit is three sticks of incense. If the time limit expires, it will be regarded as an automatic abstention—"

So Chu Zeming got up.

Take your juniors and follow the guide to find the location of the No. [-] ring.

The so-called arena is huge, comparable to an entire football field, surrounded by various restrictions to prevent the spectators from being affected when the gods fight.

As soon as Chu Zeming approached the arena, he saw the familiar diarrhoea. He had already changed into a suit of clothes, but he was very plain. The way Chu Zeming tricked him completely wiped out his old self.The second generation of Immortals of Tian Canzong, now he is a penniless poor man.

Seeing Chu Zeming coming, Lu Benxiong was a little surprised, but soon grinned grimly.

"Hey, senior brother, is Enjiai's road narrow?"

Chu Zeming glanced at him, let out a groan, and said in surprise, "It's such a coincidence that the opponent is you again?"

Lu Benxiong sneered: "Unfortunately, the opponent is not me, but it's about the same. This time you met my junior brother Chang Wei, and it was a bad luck for eight lifetimes. I will let you go up the stage vertically and get off the stage horizontally!"

Only then did Chu Zeming notice that standing behind Lu Benxiong was a muscular, taciturn and mighty man. He had a three-inch-long scar on his face, and he was wearing a skinny fur. Vulgar, one can tell at a glance that he is a person who has been licking blood on the tip of a knife all year round.

When Xuan Mo, who was standing beside Chu Zeming, noticed Chang Wei, his expression became ugly.

After all, Tiancanzong is the tenth largest cultivating sect, and there are many geniuses and monsters. This person named Chang Wei is one of them.

Although he is not good-looking, but his strength is not bad.He is very different from the general disciples of the sect, he rarely stays in the sect, and has been practicing outside the sect all year round, and his cultivation is all bought with blood and injuries.

Xuan Mo tilted his head and said to Chu Zeming in a low voice: "Brother, this person is No. 12 in the last joint competition. You must be more careful when fighting against you in the future."

Chu Zeming nodded.

Said that he would protect himself.

Lu Benxiong turned his head, patted Chang Wei on the shoulder, and said to him: "Junior brother, you abolished him after you came to power, and after returning to the sect, senior brother asked my father to give you a reward. Don't you like the servant from the outer sect of Xianyuntang? Senior brother let father decide to give him to you."

Chang Wei ignored Lu Benxiong's words this time. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Chu Zeming's back, and a low voice said, "Who is he?"

Everyone was taken aback, followed Chang Wei's line of sight, and saw a young man in a white shirt standing among a group of disciples with a beautiful appearance.

Chu Zeming: ...

Chang Wei was looking at Yue Lian.

The atmosphere fell into a strange state.

The rough man looked at Yue Lian affectionately, his eyes seemed to be bubbling pink.

People on both sides fell silent.

The timing was too wrong, and everyone didn't know whether they should introduce their identities and family backgrounds...a red line.

Only Ling Tian didn't notice that something was wrong, he focused his attention on the incense burning on the jade platform not far below the arena, seeing that the last stick of incense had burned two-thirds, Ling Tian reminded Chu Zeming in a bad tone. : "It's on stage, the time is almost up."

Chu Zeming put away the complicated emotions in his heart, jumped onto the ring with a leap.

Chang Wei followed closely, but his eyes were still glued to the beauty under the ring. Suddenly, a terrifying sword aura struck. Chang Wei hurriedly clasped his hands together, and a solid barrier appeared, blocking Chu Zeming's sword.Immediately afterwards, a spiked mace appeared in Chang Wei's hand.

Neither of them are good at anything.

Without saying a word, they started fighting.

Chang Wei was already a peak cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, only one step away from the Nascent Soul Realm, and Chu Zeming, who was only at the Middle Golden Core Stage, was obviously not his opponent.

Coupled with the tricky angle of Chang Wei's attack, the move was fatal, but after a while, many scars appeared on Chu Zeming's body.Fortunately, he was wearing black clothes, even if the blood was bleeding, it would not be visible, so he didn't look so embarrassed.

Although he could barely support himself and deal with Chang Wei's attack, he couldn't go on like this. When the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, he would lose.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the tense-faced juniors in the arena who were trying to cheer him up. Chu Zeming's eyes darkened, and he made a decisive decision.

So, just when Chang Wei was about to hit him with another stick, Chu Zeming spoke in a low voice——

"Come on, I'll tell you all the information about the beauty in white under the ring, including height, family background, and measurements."

Chang Wei paused, his ferocious expression softened.

"No joke?"

Chu Zeming said in a deep voice: "I'm not joking, but this man is good-looking and has many suitors. I can't guarantee whether you can capture his heart."

Chang Wei hesitated.

Chu Zeming took two steps back with his sword in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly said: "There are many secret treasures, but love is only once in a lifetime. Some people, if they miss it, they really miss it."

Chang Wei was persuaded.

He shot at Chu Zeming in slow motion, approached him and asked in a low voice: "I have been licking blood since I was a child, and I have experienced too much. I like delicate beauties like white paper, but I am not good-looking and fierce. Some pretty people run away when they see me, I see that you are quite popular, can you give me some advice on how to pursue others?"

Chu Zeming blocked in slow motion, and said in a deep voice, "Naturally."

The battle situation in the No. [-] ring suddenly turned around.

Originally, the fight was hearty and full of swords and swords, but suddenly the painting style changed, and everything seemed to be a joke.

Everyone below the ring was stunned.

Chang Wei swung the mace and put a big bag on the elder brother's head. The elder brother became angry, and then stabbed Chang Wei's shoulder with a sword.

Chang Wei hit the elder brother's chest with a punch, and the elder brother was sent flying, flying so slowly, before he flew, the Glazed Light Sword stabbed Chang Wei with a sword.

Chang Wei vomited blood!He vomited blood!

Chang Wei took two steps back, and then slowly lay down on the ground.

Below the ring, Lu Benxiong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, waving his fists and shouting anxiously, "Hit him, get up and hit him!"

Xuan Mo looked at the arena with a complicated expression: "If this wasn't a fake fight, Ling Tian would be performing handstand diarrhea."

Ling Tian was also very dumb, "Yes, if it wasn't a fake beating, I would perform handstand diarrhea on the spot."

Only Yue Lian did not speak.

He faintly had a bad feeling.

Chang Wei didn't get up, he kept vomiting blood, like a shower, spewed all over the ring, afraid that others would not know that he was seriously injured and lost the game.

The gong of "Dang" marked the end of this wonderful competition.

——In the No. [-] ring, Chu Zeming, a disciple of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings, won.

Leaving the stage with a sword in his hand, Chu Zeming glanced at the ring behind him, and said solemnly: "It is very difficult for senior brother to win this competition."

The author has something to say:

Chu Zeming: In order to win, we will do whatever we can!

Yue Lian: ...Good dog.