My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

All around, there was dead silence. This powerful sword made Qin Haofang and others tremble with fear. They looked at each other and saw the horror and worry in each other's eyes. Although he respects Lord Junshi like a god and knows not to doubt his strength, the joint sword attack by Gu Fenghua and others is too terrifying. Lord Junshi suppresses his cultivation to the second level of Emperor Saint. He cannot resist it. What should I do if I stay?

Fortunately, the dust gradually dispersed, and Mo Qingqiu's figure finally appeared in front of him. I saw him standing proudly with his back to Gu Fenghua and the others. His old and slender figure was still so tall and straight, like an ancient pine standing on a cliff thousands of miles away. No matter how wind blows or rains, I will not move.

"As expected of Lord Envoy, you can easily withstand such a powerful sword even if your strength is suppressed to the second level of Emperor Saint!" Qin Haofang couldn't help but admire.

"Yes, if it had been anyone else, I'm afraid he would have been seriously injured, and only Lord Jun could handle it so easily."

"Not only was he seriously injured, even a strong man of the third level of Emperor Saint would probably not be able to save his life if he encountered this sword." Other Changfeng Sect disciples also said in admiration.

"Your Majesty, you have profound skills, and I admire you from this generation!" Gu Fenghua and others held their swords in both hands and bowed in salute, with great admiration in their hearts.

After exerting all their strength with the sword, the holy energy of several people was almost exhausted. They only felt that their bodies were exhausted, and the hands holding the sword were even more sore and weak. However, not only was Mo Qingqiu unscathed, looking at the upright back, his aura was actually stronger than before. A bit stronger. Don't forget, he suppressed his cultivation to the second level of Emperor Saint to receive their combined sword attack. Such unfathomable strength would make them dissatisfied.

What is a strong person? This is the real strong man! Looking at Mo Qingqiu's proud background, Gu Fenghua and the others felt like they were looking up at the mountains in leisurely admiration.

Everyone looked at Mo Qingqiu with admiration, but did not notice that beside him, Qing Fan stared at the master in stunned silence, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Gu Fenghua and others stood behind Mo Qingqiu, and could only see his proud and upright back. But he was standing in front and side, and could clearly see the master's face and expression at this time. There was no back view on his face. He acted so calmly, so relaxed and free.

At this time, Lord Junshi's face was completely congested, his eyelids were twitching, his face was twisting like a cramp, and his expression was unprecedentedly wonderful and miserable.

The worst thing is that Luo Enen's Nine Heavens Thunder Power was also integrated into that sword, blasting Lord Junshi's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and a few strands of white hair on his forehead were still billowing with green smoke. Fortunately, the wind on the top of the mountain was strong, and the smoke was quickly blown away, so no one could notice it.

Could it be that this is the legendary pretending to be struck by lightning! Looking at his master's miserable appearance, Qing Fan couldn't help but think. Of course, he immediately reprimanded himself in his mind: You are unfilial. As a disciple, how can you miss your master so much? You must never think like this again in the future.

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, you are really domineering with one sword strike together. Fortunately for me, if it had been anyone else, let alone a Saint Master of the same level, even the sect leaders and elders of each sect who have practiced for thousands of years would probably have eaten something when they met you. It's hard." After a long time, Mo Qingqiu laughed and turned around. He flicked his sleeves and wiped away the black dust on his face without leaving a trace. At least on the surface, nothing strange could be seen.

Still pretending? Master, please stop pretending, okay? Isn’t being struck by lightning not enough? Hearing Mo Qingqiu's words, Qingfan's heart trembled, and he had unfilial thoughts.