Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

On the No. 3 fighting arena.

As soon as the competition was over, Ye Zhen'an subconsciously turned his head to look at Yu Xiangwan who was sitting high in the stands.

I actually saw Yu Xiangwan staring at the other people on the arena with a pair of clear and pure eyes without blinking.

Seeing this, Ye Zhen'an frowned and felt a little uncomfortable.

Following Yu Xiangwan's gaze, I realized that he was looking at Luo Yuanzhi.

I was mesmerized by it.

Ye Zhen'an did not slow down his movements, and even deliberately passed in front of Yu Xiangwan to block his burning gaze.

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiangwan simply moved his butt to the side, and after seeing that there was no one blocking his view, he continued to look intently at the No. 3 arena.

Even he sat down and didn't come back to his senses.

Looking at Yu Xiangwan's appearance, Ye Zhen'an suddenly remembered what Yu Xiangwan said to him when he was twelve years old and brought him back to the Prime Minister's Mansion from Cuixiang Tower.

"Don't worry, I don't like men. So I won't do anything to you. Just stay in the yard for the next few years."

Later, Yu Xiangwan really kept him in the courtyard for three years and ignored him.

Although they lived under the same roof, they had only met a few times in the past three years, except for Yun Jingshan asking for a peace amulet.

wrong.

What Yu Xiangwan said to thirteen-year-old Ye Zhen'an when he was ten years old was not fully understood by Ye Zhen'an until he was twenty years old.

If he doesn't like men, then doesn't that mean he likes women?

Suddenly, he remembered that at the end of the first round of the secret realm competition, they met Li Zhi and others. Among so many people present, Yu Xiangwan was staring at Luo Yuanzhi.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhen'an's eyes suddenly turned cold, and then he followed Yu Xiangwan's gaze to look at the girl in white who was fighting on the No. 2 arena.

The appearance of cattail and willow.

Not that good looking...

Ye Zhen'an looked at it for a few more seconds, and finally regained a little conscience.

Okay, he admitted that what he said before was a bit against his will.

Actually, she looks okay, but that’s all.

And it looks good but is useless!

The strength is not very strong...

The swordsmanship isn't very pretty either...

The more Ye Zhen'an looked at him, the weaker the voice of denial in his heart became.

Gradually, I shut up in my heart and said nothing.

When Yu Xiangwan came to his senses, he found that the people on the other arenas had finished their competitions.

The final round of draws is now underway.

When Yu Xiangwan got the jade sign, he noticed that Ye Zhenan's face was not looking good, so he asked.

"What's wrong, senior brother?"

Could it be that he was injured during the previous competition?

However, Yu Xiangwan looked him up and down and did not see any wounds.

Now Yu Xiangwan was confused. Could it be that he was unhappy?

But since we have advanced, what is there to be unhappy about?

Ye Zhen'an felt a little angry when he saw Yu Xiang'an's confused and ignorant look.

Seeing that Ye Zhen'an did not answer him, Yu Xiangwan spoke again.

"Is Senior Brother injured?"

Ye Zhen'an pursed her lips, glanced at the seat of Yunmiao Sect subtly, and concealed the strange look in her eyes.

"……No."

Yu Xiangwan felt that Ye Zhenan was a little strange today, but he couldn't find the reason.

So I had to give up.

The lot he drew this time was number one.

Only after I got on stage did I realize that the person standing opposite me was a very familiar acquaintance.

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

Quite a coincidence.

"Senior brother is also number one?"

Ye Zhen'an nodded. His mind was full of what Yu Xiangwan had said to him before, and he didn't pay attention to what number Yu Xiangwan drew.

I didn't expect them to be drawn together.

Yu Xiangwan was looking at Ye Zhen'an.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Ye Zhenan's back and his eyes widened slightly.

Standing on the No. 2 fighting platform next to them were Li Zhi and Luo Yuanzhi.

The male and female protagonists fight?

What a god-level scene, I really want to see it!

Ye Zhen'an saw Yu Xiang'an staring at his back again, so he turned his head slightly following his gaze and saw Luo Yuanzhi on the No. 2 fighting platform behind him.

Luo Yuanzhi saw Ye Zhenan and Yu Xiangwan on the No. 1 fighting stage next to her staring at her.

My heart choked and I felt a little strange.

However, considering that they were barely acquaintances, he nodded to them in a friendly manner.

Ye Zhenan, who was caught peeking and then released with good intentions, said: "..."

He deserved to see that one more look.

Turning around, he saw Yu Xiangwan still staring over there, and couldn't help but remind someone, his voice as cold as ice.

"Fuyao Sect, Ye Zhenan."

Yu Xiangwan came back to his senses after hearing this, and he always felt that Ye Zhenan's tone was a bit creepy.

"Fuyao Sect, Yu Xiangwan."

They had sparred countless times at Yujian Peak in the past, but this was the first time they had done so formally.

Ye Zhenan's cultivation level is now almost one small realm higher than his, and he also has a heavenly fire spiritual root that is specifically designed to counter his.

Yu Xiangwan didn't show it on his face, but he was heavy-hearted.

Fortunately, he had previously found a way to increase his wood spiritual power so that his fire spiritual power would not be overly suppressed. Otherwise, he would have been caught off guard and had to face Ye Zhenan, whose realm was slightly higher than his.

The two men looked at each other, and suddenly they moved as if they were ghosts, their swords facing each other.

On the fighting arena, they all gave their all, not like fellow disciples with a decent relationship, but rather like mortal enemies.

Every sword strikes with no mercy, every strike takes a life.

Yu Xiangwan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, leaped suddenly, and rushed towards Ye Zhen'an like an arrow. The long sword in his hand swung out a sharp sword wind, and the sword light flashed, as if it contained infinite vitality.

Only those who are familiar with him know that he harbors infinite murderous intent.

Ye Zhen'an raised his sword and rushed forward. The long sword was hot and sharp, as if there was heavenly fire jumping and burning, burning people's ears and eyes.

Two afterimages in red clothes fluttered in the air, quickly met in the air and then quickly retreated. The two swords fought against each other with such force that a harsh sound of metal friction was emitted.

On the fighting arena, the sounds of cocoons breaking out and butterflies transforming were endless.

Yu Xiangwan was also a little exhausted at this moment, but his men continued to attack one after another. Ye Zhen'an was not far behind, blocking and fighting back.

There was a coldness in the eyes of both men. One had a heavy gaze, the other had a stern look.

After a stick of incense, the offensive and defensive situations of the two were reversed.

This couldn't go on. Yu Xiangwan was forced to retreat step by step by Ye Zhen'an, and soon he reached the edge of the arena. There was an endless abyss below, and if he took one more step back he would fall completely.

A ray of light suddenly flashed in Yu Xiangwan's eyes. He jumped from the arena and rose into the air. In an instant, he was dozens of meters away from Ye Zhenan. The rich and pure wood spirit in his body rushed desperately towards Po Jiao.

Suddenly, the sword body burst into infinite green. The green and white flowers were no longer just the two small ones, but emerged one after another endlessly like bamboo shoots after rain.

It repeatedly took root, sprouted, budded, and bloomed, and then scattered and lingered around Yu Xiangwan.

Everything happened in just a moment.

Seeing this, Ye Zhen'an's eyes narrowed and his tone became anxious for the first time.

"Yu Xiangwan, you're crazy!"

He actually comprehended the sword intent at the critical moment. The spiritual power in his body had been consumed a lot after a long fight. If he didn't grasp it well, his sword skills would be ruined.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiangwan's delicate face, as beautiful as a spring, broke into a smile, and there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, as pure as spring water.

"Brother, take it!"

The young man's red clothes and black hair were flying, and the cocoon in his hand was buzzing with excitement. The butterfly in Ye Zhen'an's hand was also trembling slightly, as if responding.

"Qingfeng Sword Technique Second Move!"

"Spring is here for everything!"

"go with!"

Yu Xiangwan rushed towards Ye Zhenan on the arena from high altitude like a stream of light.

The long sword in his hand carries the power to destroy the world.

The arrow is on the string and must be shot. If he retreats, Yu Xiangwan will be counterattacked by his own powerful spiritual power.

Seeing this, Ye Zhen'an quickly injected all of his remaining fire spiritual power into the butterfly. He moved his feet and rushed towards Yu Xiangwan like a ball of burning fire.

The two men approached each other at the speed of light, and their sharp sword intents rushed forward with an overwhelming force.