My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Okay, okay, I'll give you an explanation right now!" Seeing the old monkey's expression becoming even more arrogant, Zuo Hongan laughed angrily, suddenly jumped up, and slapped Zhen Fengliu with his palm.

"Well done!" Zhen Fengliu shouted and rushed forward, her palms flying together to form a palm shadow.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise and a figure flew out.

However, this time it was Zhen Fengliu who flew out!

As soon as they met, his palm shadow in the sky turned into nothingness. Zuo Hongan's palm full of depression and anger hit his chest without any hindrance.

It was only then that three golden holy beads appeared on Zuo Hongan's forehead. The golden light was so solid and so dazzling.

"My lord, the sect master, is so powerful that he can conquer powerful enemies and use my power to break the moon!" Zuo Hongan rarely takes action on weekdays, so many disciples don't know his true cultivation level. They were all excited when they saw the three dazzling golden holy beads. They couldn't help but cheered.

"What kind of powerful enemy dares to come to my Broken Moon Sect and cause trouble with such strength? They don't know whether to live or die!" Zuo Hong'an looked at Zhen Fengliu, who was lying motionless on the ground, and said disdainfully.

Although Zhen Fengliu's strength has reached the second level of the Emperor's Saint, he is only one level away from his third-level Emperor's Saint, but the gap is a gap. Such a gap is so big that it is even beyond the imagination of ordinary holy masters. He definitely has it. Capital of pride.

"Sir Sect Master, how should we deal with this person?" a disciple asked.

"Whatever you want to do with it, just drag it out and bury it anywhere." Zuo Hongan said.

He has absolute confidence in his own strength. Not only is he a third-grade Emperor Saint, but he is also at the pinnacle of the third-grade Emperor Saint. He is only one step away from being promoted to the fourth grade. Moreover, he has such strength only because of his hard work. Lian is completely different from Lu Xiuwen and others. Except for Su Liangyong, no one from other major sects at the same level could rival him, not even the Holy Sect.

That palm just now was filled with anger and brought his strength to the extreme. How could that old monkey still be alive? Why not bury him? Do we still need to hold a funeral ceremony for him?

"But, we don't know his origin yet." The disciple said worriedly.

The other party was a strong man of the second level of Emperor Saint. If he died at the hands of the sect leader like this, God knows what kind of trouble he would cause? Unfortunately, he didn't know the origin of the other party yet, and he didn't even know how to defend himself against him.

"How can a serious sect have such a wretched person? He's probably just a casual cultivator. If he dies, just die. Don't worry about it." Zuo Hongan said disapprovingly.

Although the major sects select their disciples mainly based on their qualifications, they also have to look at their appearance to some extent, and at least they have to be barely passable. They can't be taken out to embarrass the sect. With the appearance and taste of this old monkey, how could he be born in a serious sect? He is just a casual cultivator. If he dies, he will die. Who will stand up for him?

"What the sect leader said makes sense. Any normal sect would choose such a person as a disciple. He is almost blind." After hearing what the sect leader said, the disciple felt relieved and walked towards Zhen Fengliu who was lying on the ground. .

After Zuo Hongan finished speaking, he stopped caring about Zhen Fengliu and walked quickly towards He Yandao. Among the next generation disciples of the Broken Moon Sect, all the elite geniuses were wiped out. If something went wrong again with the elder, he wouldn't know what to do.

"Ah, you..." As soon as he came to He Yandao, he heard the exclamation of the disciple behind him.