My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Congratulations to Deacon Lu, from today on, you are the fourth elder of our Wuji Chamber of Commerce." Feng Chongshan said, handing an elder token to Lu Fangyuan.

"Thank you, Elder Feng." Lu Fangyuan turned around and walked towards Donghuang Pavilion.

"Impossible, impossible, how could he hide his strength?" Zhuang Liangdong muttered to himself, his whole body trembling.

I thought that if I hugged Deng Juebao's lap, I would be able to successfully survive the crisis and have a bright future. Who knew that this would be the result? At this time, Zhuang Liangdong was shocked and frightened, and his mind went blank. A voice kept ringing in my mind: It's over, it's all over this time.

At this moment, Duan Qingyun walked towards Donghuang Pavilion.

Zhuang Liangdong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he showed a somewhat fierce look. Looking at Duan Qingyun's posture, it is obviously impossible to let Gu Fenghua go. Even if I am finished, you will not end well.

People are always like this. When they know that there is no hope of survival, they can always find some comfort by dragging a few people on their backs.

"Do you really think that by seizing the position of elder, you can protect them?" Duan Qingyun stopped six and three feet away from the Donghuang Pavilion and said with a cold and arrogant face.

If he had chosen to give up three days ago, it would actually not matter. The prestige of the Eastern Emperor has been passed down forever. Even the three sage monarchs wanted to give some face to the Donghuang Pavilion, so he should also give the Eastern Emperor some face. It won't affect his reputation. But since he had put down his harsh words three days ago, if he stopped now, where would the Qingyun Lord's face be?

Duan Qingyun made up his mind to kill Gu Fenghua no matter what today!

While speaking, Duan Qingyun raised his palms.

In an instant, the sky became overcast, and the thick clouds seemed to be pressing on the top of the head, making people breathless. Everything in the world seemed to be silent at this moment, like a precursor to the end of the world.

Feng Zhongshan's expression changed and he quickly made his fingerprints. On the Donghuang Pavilion, strange lights appeared, and a huge barrier protected it.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the onlookers showed excitement and fascination. No wonder Donghuang Pavilion has been able to stand for tens of thousands of years and has its current transcendent status. Even several elders of the Holy Sect secretly marveled at the depth and mystery of this defensive barrier. They asked themselves that with the strength of their own sect, how could it be possible? It is impossible to preserve such a formation barrier.

"If it were tens of thousands of years ago, I might not be able to do anything with this Donghuang barrier, but unfortunately, the Emperor Donghuang has been dead for tens of thousands of years. Now, who can repair this barrier formation?" However, Duan Qingyun But he just sneered, his face full of contempt, and he clearly didn't take the defensive barrier of Donghuang Pavilion into consideration.

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Qingyun turned his palm and pressed it down. His movements are so casual and understated, but the feeling they bring to people is so light and easy.

"Crack!" A cracking sound came, and a crack opened in the defensive barrier.

"Gu Fenghua, die!" Duan Qingyun shouted in a deep voice, pressing down his palms again.

A huge illusory palm shadow passed through the barrier through the crack and appeared above the heads of Gu Fenghua and others, which was full of the breath of death.

"One sword, break the sky!"

"Jiutian, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, Ba Tian!"

"Holy soul, the sky is broken!" Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen slashed out with their swords at the same time. Although they are only at the fourth or fifth level of Tiansheng, the power of the combined sword is by no means weaker than that of the ninth level of Tiansheng!