My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"I can't do anything about what happened today. If you want to blame, you should blame Duan Qingyun, not me." Deng Juebao spread his hands and sighed in a pretentious manner.

In my heart, I was a little dissatisfied. Of course he heard the whole story from Duan Qingyun.

If it had been anyone else, I heard that Gu Fenghua and others killed Qingyun Junshi's disciples, he would have looked at them differently and would never dare to easily enmity with them - Junshi's disciples, how strong they must be, and Gu Fenghua How many people can kill such a strong person, and how strong should they be? Isn't it crazy to have a grudge against them?

However, as a deacon of the Wuji Chamber of Commerce, Deng Juebao knew much more than ordinary people. As far as he knew, any one of the eighteen holy kings of the Wuji Holy Heaven would be old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years. The so-called younger or older was just the result of their mutual comparison. Compared to most other people in Wuji Shengtian, the old monster is still the same old monster.

Precisely because they have lived longer, these envoys will inevitably accept more disciples. Once they accept more disciples, they will inevitably have mixed results. For example, some emperors have an easy-going nature and make many friends. When old friends and juniors come to ask for help, they would rather refuse to become disciples. As time goes by, they accept more and more disciples. However, when it comes to qualifications, these people are not even ordinary. Even the disciples of the sect may not be able to compare with him. No matter how good his technique is and how abundant his training resources are, he will never be able to achieve greatness in the end.

Another example is Duan Qingyun, who behaves in a straightforward manner and often only depends on his mood, and the same applies to accepting disciples. He can even take a ruthless and vicious person like the Patriarch of Mangshan into his disciples, and it is normal for him to take in a few useless disciples when they cause trouble.

He didn't know that Duan Qingyun's disciple who died under Gu Fenghua's sword was the Mangshan ancestor whom he had heard for a long time, and he was by no means some useless disciple.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously. Haven't you heard that the ancestor of Mangshan was seriously injured at the hands of Lu Wuding, and most of his cultivation was lost long ago? A tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by a dog. He died at the hands of Gu Fenghua and others, which can't be proven at all. What, it just proves that a few people are lucky.

Then again, no matter how qualified and powerful Gu Fenghua and others are, what's the use? After offending Duan Qingyun, do they still have a chance to survive?

To settle accounts after the fall, we have to survive until the fall.

"Well, we really shouldn't blame you, but I don't know if others will blame you. I forgot to tell you that Fenghua is now the history of Yiyuan Academy, a academy, and this beautiful man is Young Master of the Jun Family of the Ku Chan Sect, you said that your Donghuang Pavilion broke your promise and sent us into the hands of Duan Qingyun. Will Yiyi Academy and the Ku Chan Sect blame you?" Luo Enen saw his disapproval. Then he continued.

As she spoke, she took out Gu Fenghua's token of envoy again. I secretly sighed in my heart, Dongji City is better. There are more opportunities to show off than before. It would be great if I could stay here forever. If nothing happens, just take out this token and pull the tiger skin and pull the flag. Then, then, It's the pinnacle of life.

"What!" Deng Juebao was shocked.

As soon as the Yiyi City auction ended, he left the Yiyi Academy in despair. Because he had some trouble with his uncle and nephew from the Hua family, except for the agreement with the three cities, he had no contact since then, so he didn't know yet. Fenghua is now one of the nine major courtyards of Daodao Academy.