My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Qingfan, can't you even believe in master's strength?" Mo Qingqiu smiled and said to Qingfan.

The dignified envoy, because he was too arrogant, was injured at the hands of a few juniors. This fact is too embarrassing. He must not let anyone know, not even his closest disciples - his smile is still so relaxed, So calm and so confident.

Seeing the smile on the master's face, Qing Fan was relieved, but at the same time he was secretly ashamed: As a disciple, how can you doubt the master's strength? No matter how strong Gu Fenghua and the others are, can they still hurt the master? Unfilial, very unfilial.

"If I had known that Mr. Jun was really so powerful, I wouldn't have held back just now. Alas." At this moment, Gu Fenghua's regretful voice suddenly came to his ears.

After all, Mo Qingqiu is an elder and he saved her life yesterday, so even if he has no doubts about his strength, Gu Fenghua will not use his full strength casually. This is the most basic respect for his elders.

"Yeah, I didn't use my full strength just now." Luo Enen also looked regretful.

"We are indeed too ignorant. Lord Jun is so powerful that we can't compare to him, yet he still holds back. Alas." Fatty Luo Bai and Ye Wuse also sighed.

What, what are you talking about!

Qing Fan clearly saw that the master's smile froze.

"Your Majesty, we each had our own tricks just now, which was extremely disrespectful to our seniors. This time, we will go all out and ask our seniors for advice." Gu Fenghua raised his sword again.

"Choke!" The long swords of Luo Enen and others were unsheathed again.

As a result, Qing Fan clearly saw that not only did the smile on Master's face freeze, but the corners of his mouth also twitched heavily.

It's so scary if everyone keeps their hands, so how scary would it be if they don't? Lord Mo's heart suddenly tightened.

"Why don't we call it a day? The other disciples should have arrived as well. I'll accompany Master to take a look." Qing Fan finally saw something was wrong and quickly found the steps for Master.

"Yes, yes, let's go first and see how we, as the master, can lose our etiquette." Mo Qingqiu hurriedly climbed down the steps.

"No, no, I'll just go and take a look." After Tang Junhou said that, he jumped out like a monkey.

"I'm not here. They're still halfway up the mountain. Just keep going. I didn't even see you clearly because you moved too fast." In just a few blinks, Tang Junhou jumped back again, moving extremely fast. It is a perfect display of the Yelang Sect's Night Wave Transfiguration Technique.

Shoot him to death. If you have the chance, you must shoot him to death! Mo Qingqiu stopped with his outstretched foot and glanced at Tang Junhou with gritted teeth.

He finally understood why he couldn't control his anger when he met this monkey. It wasn't because he didn't practice enough, it was because this monkey was so annoying. Not only did he have a bad mouth, but he also had no eyesight at all. Even if he didn't slap him to death, , sooner or later he will be shot to death by others.

"Okay, let's do it again." Looking at those expectant eyes, Mo Qingqiu could only say bravely.

"Your Majesty, why don't you improve your cultivation level this time?" Gu Fenghua raised his sword and said to Mo Qingqiu.

The power of the sword just now greatly increased her confidence. She believed that even if Mo Qingqiu only suppressed his cultivation to the third level of Emperor Saint, or even the fourth level, they could fight hard. Since we rely on actual combat to improve our strength, of course the greater the pressure, the better.

Yeah. Mo Qingqiu was overjoyed when he heard this. The sword strike made by Gu Fenghua and others was really terrifying. If he still suppressed his cultivation to the second level of Emperor Saint, he was really afraid that he would make a fool of himself in public.

However, even though he said good things in his heart, he did not rush to speak. Your Majesty, the water thrown by your married daughter - oh no, it was the water thrown by the spoken words. How can it be changed? If the news spreads, where can he put his face?