My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"You, you are the Emperor Saint!" Hong Yuan'an finally came to his senses, but he didn't care about the sarcastic words of Luo Enen and others. His throat rolled with difficulty, and he looked at Ye Yunji and asked in a hoarse voice. .

He does know that such a young Emperor Sage, Wuji Shengtian is not without success, but in the history of tens of thousands of years, there are only a few people, and they are all Kuang Shuo's amazing talents in ancient and modern times. But who knows, who dares to believe that such a genius will appear in front of him.

What's more, this is not an ordinary Emperor Sage, but a powerful Emperor Sage who can knock down He Yandao, the second-grade Heavenly Sage, with one slap. How high should his true cultivation be?

Because Ye Yunji shot too quickly, or He Yandao fell too quickly, no one could see his true cultivation level clearly. Looking at that young and handsome face, Hong Yuanan felt even more frightened and apprehensive.

"What do you think?" Ye Yunji said easily, half-smiling but not smiling.

He felt relaxed, but seeing his determined expression, Hong Yuan'an felt even more stressed.

As for He Yandao's direct disciples, they had already been frightened by Ye Yunji's palm and turned pale. They were secretly glad that fortunately it was not him who took action last night, otherwise how could they still be alive? In their panic, they didn't even dare to look into Ye Yunji's eyes, and they forgot to check their master's injuries quickly.

As for the men in black, who were disciples and grandchildren, not only were their teeth chattering with fear, their whole bodies were even trembling. Only then did they realize that their hunch was right, not at all wrong. This time, even if Elder He took action personally, he still hit the wall.

"Today we admit defeat and leave!" Hong Yuan'an made a quick decision and turned around to leave.

He Yandao had reached the peak of the second-grade Emperor Saint and was much stronger than him. However, he was unable to fight back in front of this young man. He was slapped to the ground by someone else. What was the use of him staying? Lie next to him and keep him company?

He Yandao's direct disciples suddenly woke up, lifted up their master and followed him. The men in black raised their heads and were so poisoned by Miss Luo's mouthful of vegetables that they are still in a state of confusion and have not yet come to their senses.

"If you still want to survive, you'd better not act rashly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." At this moment, Ye Yunji said lazily.

Why do these words sound so familiar? By the way, He Yandao said the same thing before when he was pretending to be X.

Hong Yuan'an stomped his feet and stopped.

"What do you want?" Hong Yuanan turned around and asked.

It was the first time in his life that he was threatened like this, and the person was still so young. He subconsciously felt a surge of anger in his heart, but immediately, the anger quietly extinguished.

There was no way, the young man in front of him made him feel too terrible. If it's just about being strong, it doesn't really matter. As an elder of the Sect, it's not like Hong Yuan'an has never seen strong people, and as an Emperor Saint, he also has the dignity of an Emperor Saint. How could he be easily intimidated by a young man? ?

But the young man in front of him was not only powerful, but also mysterious. He was so mysterious that even he felt incomprehensible and had no idea what his origins were. The more Hong Yuanan thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he really couldn't muster the slightest desire to fight.

"If I hadn't happened to still have some strength, I might not have been able to escape safely today. Don't you think it's a little too easy for you to leave like this?" Ye Yunji said with a faint smile.

"Then what else do you want? The Broken Moon Sect is a top-grade sect. If we die, no matter how powerful you are, it won't be easy to explain, right?" Hong Yuan'an said, trying hard to suppress the anger that was constantly rising in his heart.