My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Wait, Elder Qiu, don't be in a hurry." Before Luo Enen finished speaking, Chang Wanfa stepped forward quickly and pulled the swing sword aside.

"Elder Qiu, you have to think about it clearly. Are all previous efforts really wasted like this?" Chang Wanfa asked in a low voice.

"This girl is really deceiving people too much. I have never been so useless in my life." Qiu Qianjian said in a buzzing voice.

"Then do you think it's better to be tempered for a while, or for a lifetime?" Chang Wanfa said slowly without getting angry.

Qiu Qianjian's expression froze, and he immediately understood what Chang Wanfa meant.

If Luo Enen stayed in Nanlizong, he would not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life. If he could leave Nanlizong, it would be nothing if he was temporarily angry. Thinking of this in his heart, the anger on his face faded a lot.

"It's just three to five hundred medium-grade Holy Spirit Stones. Thousands and thousands of us have gone out. Are we still short of these three to five hundred? I can't bear the child, and I can't catch the wolf." Noticing the change in the expression of the swing sword, Chang Wanfa Said while the iron was hot.

These words are very reasonable, most of the 2,000 medium-grade Holy Spirit Stones have already been released, so why bother about just a few hundred pieces, and waste all previous efforts.

"But I gave her the last bit of my wealth last time, and now I really can't get it out." Qiuqianjian was finally moved by his words, but said dejectedly.

Think about him, the majestic elder of the Jizong, who even drank the celebration wine and counted on the fake public to benefit himself, so how could he get any Holy Spirit Stone.

"How about we borrow some money from our disciples," Chang Wanfa said.

Nanli Sect is a middle-grade sect anyway, and many disciples come from extraordinary backgrounds, especially inner disciples. As long as they are willing to speak, hundreds of middle-grade Holy Spirit Stones can still be gathered.

"What, the dignified elder borrowed money from his disciples, do you still want our old face?" Qiu Qianjian became furious when he heard this.

"Otherwise, do you have a better solution?" Chang Wanfa glanced at Qiu Qianjian and said coldly.

The Qiuqian sword was blown again all of a sudden, other than that, he really couldn't think of any other way.

"Elder Qiu, bear with the wind and waves for a while, take a step back, the sea and the sky will open up." After a moment of silence, Chang Wanfa said with emotion.

"Okay, then let's borrow some money from our disciples." Qiu Qianjian finally made up his mind.

If you think about it carefully, it's not a big deal to lose face for a while. As long as you can let Luo Enen leave Nanlizong, he will get back the lost face sooner or later. Don't even try to lift your head up.

"This is your own idea, and you can't blame me in the future." Chang Wanfa heaved a long sigh of relief when Qiu Qianjian finally let go, and continued.

In fact, as long as he has a thick skin, he can borrow it himself, but how can he go to such a shameful thing alone, and he has to drag the swing and sword together to do it.

I'm just afraid that this old guy will regret it in the future and blame myself, so I didn't forget to add such a sentence to put aside the relationship.

"Understood, I won't blame you." Qiu Qianjian said angrily.

The two have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, so why doesn't he know Chang Wanfa's thoughts, but now that the two of them share weal and woe, it can be said that they are grasshoppers on the same rope, and he doesn't bother to care so much about it.

Alas, my heart is bitter, their old faces really need to be wiped off.