Chapter 3: The Competition (Part 2) Who is the gay?

When the day dawned, the competition venue was already crowded with people.

The young Yuanyings were all the best young people in their respective families. They were all highly anticipated and were almost surrounded by their fellow disciples. At first glance, everyone was full of energy and youthful demeanor.

Chao Jianxue covered her mouth and yawned. After looking around, she didn't recognize anyone. She took a Yuanying competition list on the table and read it as a pastime.

This big picture and this copy.

It was like a celebrity advertisement leaflet.

The first page was Yu Wei's name.

Yu Wei in the painting stood with a sword. The painting was slightly inferior to the real person, but the characteristics were marked very considerately.

The name of the sword was Wei Yi, and the sword was Yu He.

The beauty was like jade and the sword was like a rainbow. The autumn water was the spirit and the jade was the bones.

Below the picture was a line of something like a cheering phrase -

"The wind blows over the autumn water, and the sound moves the cold jade".

Chao Jianxue closed the list with a "snap". He was not interested in reading such an obvious fan attribute slogan. He had just recovered from his illness and was walking slowly. He was bumped on the shoulder by someone. He dropped the roster on the ground and bent down to pick it up.

"It's you?"

A voice was out of tune and exaggerated.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Fuxianshan of Wuwei Xianzong. Senior Brother was walking a little slowly and happened to block us. I was also careless. I hope Senior Brother won't blame me."

Chao Jianxue looked up casually. Unfortunately, the disciple who bumped into him was from Tianyao Sect. The apology on his face was not sincere. Mo Zezhi's face behind him was also very embarrassed.

But the embarrassment was also fleeting. Mo Zezhi crossed his arms and put on a condescending look: "Senior Brother Jianxue, since you are not in good health, don't come out."

"Our Senior Brother Zezhi is really not good. Senior Brother Jianxue should find another lover!" Someone said.

The disciples of Tianyao Sect looked at each other and showed a mischievous smile. They all thought that Chao Jianxue was the weak and weak man who wanted to break himself by force. Now he has recovered from his illness and came out to find Mo Zezhi again.

Chao Jianxue said nothing, but stood up straight, looked at them coldly, raised his chin slightly, and showed a disdainful look of looking at fools.

At the same time, he let out a "tsk".

The upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is crooked. The disciples of Tianyao Sect are not good people, which shows that Tianyao Sect is not a good place.

Seeing his expression, the real gay Mo Zezhi felt itchy. Chao Jianxue always looked at him with admiration before, but never looked at him with such a contemptuous look. It seemed that he had completely changed into a different person, not stupid?

Now he felt that his whole person was blooming with a kind of vitality he had never had before, even this kind of eyes, inexplicably made him feel seductive.

He licked his teeth and said, "Brother Jianxue, there may be many misunderstandings before. How about Zezhi apologize to you later?"

Chao Jianxue felt disgusted after looking at his face for a long time, not to mention listening to such greasy words.

He said expressionlessly: "I fuck your ancestors, stupid x."

The words were clear and sonorous.

The disciples around who heard it all stared at him with big and small eyes and turned their heads to look over.

The beauty was very rude.

Chao Jianxue stepped forward and deliberately bumped into the Tianyao Sect disciple who had just bumped into him.

With so many people watching, Mo Zezhi was a person who valued face very much, and his expression was ugly: "Chao Jianxue! Don't be shameless!"

Chao Jianxue rolled his eyes as he passed by him.

Mo Zezhi was so angry that he almost drew his sword, and threatened him in a low voice: "Do you believe that I will ruin your reputation?"

"Dog barking?"

"What are you talking about!"

Chao Jianxue glanced at him, and there was another kind of color in his disdain, which made it easy for people to ignore his inner thoughts.

He rolled his eyes and said: "Better beat my junior brother first, otherwise you are nothing."

Mo Zezhi pressed the sword: "Just wait!"

Chao Jianxue ignored him, exuding a kind of leisurely "If you are unhappy, come and beat me" all over his body, raised his hand to scratch his ponytail, and walked onto the viewing platform after a while.

Mo Zezhi turned his attention to Yu Wei so easily. Chao Jianxue felt refreshed. The only pity was that there was no popcorn snack here, so he couldn't eat while watching the show.

As soon as he sat down, some people around him recognized him and looked subtle.

Some outer disciples of Wuwei Sect greeted him. Unlike the jade badges of the inner sect, the name tags on the waists of outer disciples were made of wood, and their identities could be known at a glance.

Not long after, a commotion suddenly broke out in front. Chao Jianxue propped up his chin and looked out from the gap in the crowd. Sure enough, it was the beloved junior brother Yu Wei who came over.

He was surrounded by several senior brothers and sisters, but he seemed very quiet in the cheerful atmosphere, with a sense of fairy spirit that was hidden. Chao Jianxue

looked at it intently.

To be fair, the words in the picture album, "beauty is like jade, sword is like rainbow, autumn water is god and jade is bone" did not use particularly exaggerated rhetoric.

Even though they were all wearing the same sect school uniform, Yu Wei was the most outstanding one in the crowd.

Well, he stood the straightest, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, and his proportions were amazing.

He still had a youthful air, but his calm temperament made him different from ordinary teenagers. That temperament was like a magnet, making people unable to take their eyes away easily.

Chao Jianxue silently looked at the album for a few more times, and then at the real person for a few more times, feeling a little jealous.

Suddenly, Yu Wei's gaze turned over and stopped in his direction.

Chao Jianxue was stunned, and used the album to cover his face like a guilty thief.

Shouldn't he?

There were so many people here, and they were not familiar with each other. It must be his illusion that Yu Wei was looking at him.

Thinking of this, he took down the album, and sure enough, Yu Wei didn't look over here anymore, and was talking to Nanshan.

Nanshan looked at the battle list and complained: "It's bad luck that you have to fight against Mo Zezhi. Junior brother, you can fight as hard as you want. No matter what, you have to weaken his arrogance. Otherwise, you will really think that all of us in Fuxian Mountain are as stupid as Chao Jianxue!"

Yu Wei suddenly asked: "Big brother... are you really a homosexual?"

Oh, Nanshan shuddered: "Who knows! You are so young, don't think about these things, don't learn bad things!"

Yu Wei didn't say anything, just frowned.

Nanshan said: "Don't worry about homosexuality or not, anyway, I tend to think that Mo Zezhi is a pervert. Who told Chao Jianxue not to be on guard against outsiders? Now, he is not a homosexual but has been beaten into a homosexual. This kind of person is not easy to deal with. Be careful when you go on stage."

Across the crowd, Yu Wei found Mo Zezhi at a glance.

The clothes of Tianyao Sect are eye-catching. Among all the light-colored school uniforms in the venue, only Tianyao Sect wears dark clothes.

At this time, Mo Zezhi was also staring at Yu Wei. Immortal cultivators have sharp five senses, and Yu Wei could clearly sense the other party's ill intentions, which were very cruel and radical.

But when he looked at him, Mo Zezhi put on a hypocritical smile and nodded to him.

Yu Wei retracted his gaze and said to Nanshan: "Senior brother is right."

Nanshan was confused: "What did I say is right?"

Yu Wei said firmly: "He is a pervert."

He glanced at Chao Jianxue again without leaving any trace, and saw that he was looking at the album, staying on the first page for a long time without turning it.

Of course, Yu Wei knew what the first page of the album was about.

At that time, the senior sister who was making the list came to ask him to draw a portrait. He stood motionless under the tree for half a day. He saw her drawing, revising, throwing it away, and then drawing again. It was very hard.

Why did Chao Jianxue look at his portrait so carefully?

In doubt, he suddenly saw Chao Jianxue smile, her eyes slightly tilted, soft like spring scenery.

Yu Wei covered his eyes, and his fingertips also became hot, for some reason.

Distance creates beauty. If Yu Wei got closer and saw the album in Chao Jianxue's hand, he would definitely feel cold.

Because Chao Jianxue was drawing a beard for Yu Wei's portrait.

With just a little magic, the portrait changed from a "fairy" to a "bearded man", and the contrast made him very happy.

Because it was too boring, I had to find some fun for myself.

The disciples behind him saw what Chao Jianxue was holding, and they were no longer surprised. They understood clearly: Chao Jianxue hated Yu Wei and wanted to discredit him like this.

After a few drums, the competition officially began.

It was the first time Chao Jianxue saw immortal cultivators fighting. It was so chaotic, with all kinds of colored lights, all kinds of crisp collision sounds, and those strange spiritual weapons and moves. Immortal cultivation novels are not deceiving me! Chao

Jianxue was the only one in the audience who had never seen such a scene. He was overwhelmed and didn't know where to look.

After three rounds of fighting, he heard the people behind him shouting: "The next round is Yu Wei vs. Tianyao Sect! The last bet, who wants to bet!"

Chao Jianxue immediately took out a high-quality spiritual stone and said, "I bet!"

The outer disciple was stuck for a moment, then reacted, leaned close and said in a low voice: "Brother Chao, do you want to bet on Tianyao Sect to win?"

It is said that Chao Jianxue can't stand Yu Wei. Combined with the recent rumors, his guess is not unreasonable.

But Chao Jianxue showed an incomprehensible expression: "Junior brother, what are you talking about? Yu Wei is my dear junior brother, how could I hope he lose? Bet on Yu Wei to win!"

"Okay! Please keep the receipt, senior brother!" The disciple handed him a piece of paper with a smile.

Chao Jianxue turned his gaze back and listened to the gongs and drums on the stage. The two of them went on stage one on the left and the other on the right, and the chattering around them weakened.

Facing Mo Zezhi head-on, Yu Wei felt that he really had an inexplicable hostility towards him.

Before it started, Mo Zezhi looked at him with a sinister look, his spiritual power was already running on his toes, and he had the arrogance of winning ready to go.

Yu Wei frowned slightly and also pressed his spiritual power on the only sword.

The presiding disciple saw that the atmosphere between the two was different from others, and coughed: "I declare again that this competition is just a competition, and everything will stop when it is over."

Mo Zezhi snorted coldly.

He was just a disciple who had just ascended to the Nascent Soul stage. He had been practicing in the Nascent Soul stage for fifty years, how could he lose.

He looked at Chao Jianxue from the side.

It would make Chao Jianxue willing to submit to him.

Yu Wei naturally saw his expression, and his eyebrows slightly frowned. What does this have to do with Chao Jianxue?

Before the disciples could perform the ritual of salute before the competition, Mo Zezhi drew his sword and rushed forward.

With a "ding" sound, Wei's sword collided with it, emitting a light blue spiritual light.

Everyone in the audience didn't react, and the two people above changed several kinds of body movements, and the clanging sword shadows were endless. Only then did they realize: "Isn't it too intense!"

Each sword of Mo Zezhi was different from the previous one. Generally, a competition should leave three points of room for a good meeting in the future, but his sword was tricky, and he went straight to the weak points of Yu Wei's defensive spiritual power everywhere, which was simply unethical.

In contrast, Yu Wei's body movements were graceful, and he used softness to overcome hardness. Although a thin sweat had already appeared on his forehead, he did not lose his composure under such a fierce attack. Instead, he used the force to fight back and resolved many of Mo Zezhi's fierce moves.

His sleeves fluttered, and his figure in the air was like a flying dragon, which attracted the starry eyes of his fans, who whispered: "Yu Wei is so handsome!"

Chao Jianxue stared at him and couldn't help but be stunned. He

was indeed too handsome!

When could he be so cool like this?

However, Yu Wei's soft attack did not gain any advantage under Mo Zezhi's fierceness, and he gradually seemed to be defeated.

Seeing that the signs were not right, some people bet on Mo Zezhi.

The cold sword wind swept across Yu Wei's nose, and he bent sideways to avoid it, showing a rare impatience.

"Huh--" Yu Wei was puzzled as he was in a stalemate with the opponent with only one sword, "Why is it so?"

Mo Zezhi exerted force and smiled coldly: "If I win you, Chao Jianxue will be mine."

"..."

Yu Wei shook him away with a flash of inspiration, and his brows twisted even deeper.

Originally, he just wanted to stop at the point, it was just a competition. But when he heard such words, he suddenly felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

The sword light of Wei Yijian deflected, and he changed his previous restrained footwork and approached Mo Zezhi step by step. In an instant, the attack and defense changed, and the reversal was particularly exciting.

The people in the audience were stunned and suppressed the screams in their throats.

The two had been fighting for a long time. Mo Zezhi's spiritual power was consumed too quickly and he began to struggle. On the other hand, Yu Wei's spiritual power was much more stable than his, and he couldn't help but get anxious.

When he was defeated, he looked at Chao Jianxue again, only to see that the latter was lazily supporting her head, and her eyes seemed to be mocking him.

Mo Zezhi was immediately annoyed.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the accessories on his waist and threw out a large piece of white powder. The powder fell into his eyes and burned. Yu Wei was unprepared. It was too late to retract the sword and block it. Mo Zezhi's sword had already crossed his neck.

The scene paused and everyone was silent.

Then there was an uproar.

"He is cheating!"

"But there is indeed no rule that you can't!"

There is no rule because it has become an unwritten rule to only use the life spirit weapon to compete.