My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

It was only then that five purple holy beads appeared between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, and five holy soul beads also swirled behind her.

Although they had already guessed that Gu Fenghua's strength should be much stronger than that of Luo Enen and others, Chen Wanqiao and others still breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw her cultivation of the fifth level of Tiansheng with their own eyes, and their hearts finally fell. Go to the real place.

Of course Chang Wanfa and Swinging Sword were equally surprised, but apart from being surprised, they were also a little helpless and melancholy. How long have you left Nanli Sect? Luo Enen has already reached the fourth level of Tiansheng, and Gu Fenghua has reached the fifth level of Tiansheng. It's a pity that they had to use secret methods to advance to Tiansheng and were unable to condense the Holy Soul Pearl. In this life, I can't make any further progress, alas!

"No wonder you are more arrogant than my Mad Sword Sect. You are indeed not weak in strength." Pang Aoting looked at the holy bead between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows and said with emotion.

"Sect Leader Pang's strength is not weak either." Gu Fenghua replied politely.

Relying on the nameless mental skills and the Eight Tianyuan Swords taught by her brothers, her true combat power was already much stronger than that of the Saint Masters of the same level. After obtaining the power of the Phoenix, she became even stronger. That sword just now, In fact, she was not much worse than the ordinary sixth-grade Tiansheng, but Pang Aoting was able to fight to a tie with her, and he obviously had a fighting power that far exceeded his cultivation level. Regardless of his temperament, he deserves respect even as an opponent.

However, respect comes from respect, and Gu Fenghua still has absolute confidence in defeating Pang Aoting.

She was able to exert such a powerful combat power largely because of the Eight Tianyuan Swords, and the use of the Eight Tianyuan Swords caused a huge loss of holy energy. Normally, even if her cultivation reaches the fifth level of Tiansheng, she can only cast less than ten swords at most. However, since she condensed the second innate Holy Spirit root, her recovery speed has doubled, not to mention hundreds of swords, at least It is not a problem to cast dozens of swords.

Pang Aoting is currently at the fifth level of Tiansheng. Even if he has a solid foundation, he will never be able to exert the sword power of the sixth level of Tiansheng. His mad sword Tyrant will definitely consume a lot of holy energy. Gu Fenghua believed that with the power of the Eight Tianyuan Swords and the assistance of two innate Holy Spirit roots, he could drag him down alive even if he dragged him away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Fenghua struck out with his sword again, using the strongest sword skill of course: breaking the sky with one sword.

"I want to see how deep your foundation is and how many times you can use such sword power!" Pang Aoting snorted coldly and raised his sword to strike again.

Hearing his words, Gu Fenghua almost laughed out loud. It turned out that Pang Aoting relied on his deep foundation in cultivation for many years, and his idea was exactly the same as his own.

Well, let him see who has the deeper foundation!

The sword lights intersected, making a loud sound like thunder, and another piece of gravel flew.

After the dust and smoke passed, the figures of the two people appeared in front of them again.

Gu Fenghua still stood on the same spot, not moving even half a step. Pang Aoting took a slight step back. Obviously, although there was no winner in this fight, Pang Aoting was already at a disadvantage.

"Let's bet, how many swords does it take for Fenghua to defeat Old Man Pang?" Luo Enen took out a handful of melon seeds and said leisurely while eating them.

"What are you betting on?" Fatty Bai snatched a few melon seeds from her hand and put them in his mouth.

"Let's bet on tonight's dinner, whoever loses will cook, or bet bigger, whoever loses will cook for a month." Luo Enen thought for a while and said.

"...Forget it, don't bet, I'm the one cooking anyway." Fatty Bai patted his forehead and said with a green face.