My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Besides, his Broken Moon Sect is also a top-grade sect. If nothing goes wrong in this trial, there is a high probability that he can seize the position of Holy Sect from Shanhai Sect. Even if Lu Xiuwen and others are dead now, they will not No chance. If they were frightened by that old monkey and ran away, how could the disciples of the Broken Moon Sect have the face to meet others in the future, and how could they have the face to compete for the position of the Holy Sect?

Lord Sect Leader, you are not afraid of that Zhen Fengliu, but we are. It’s not like you haven’t seen how insidious and despicable that old monkey is! Looking at the lord of the sect who looked arrogant and upright, and then looking at the elder who was on the ground with his legs tightly clamped and his whole body twitching, all the disciples of the Broken Moon Sect almost cried.

"Don't worry, I will pay more attention and be careful in the past few days. If he doesn't come, that's it. If he dares to come, don't even think about leaving alive." Seeing their worries, Zuo Hongan said sharply again, with a look in his eyes. Strong and cold murderous intent.

Hearing what he said, the disciples of the Broken Moon Sect finally felt relieved. No matter what, the master's strength was still far stronger than Zhen Fengliu. As long as he took precautions, the old monkey might not be able to take advantage. If they fight again, the sect leader will never give him any chance to survive.

Unfortunately, they obviously underestimated the Yelang Sect. If the Yelang Sect is really so easy to defend, how can people change their minds after hearing it? If the people of the Yelang Sect are so easy to kill, how can this sect like a dog-skin plaster be passed down to this day? How many people have been wiped out long ago? times.

The sky was getting dark, and the birds and beasts were returning to their nests. Outside the Qingqiu Gorge, the Duanyue Sect's residence was quiet, even a little depressing.

"Sir, Master, how is Elder He's injury? Is it okay?" A disciple asked Zuo Hong'an, who had just finished checking the injury and walked out of the room.

"Fortunately, there is no fear of life." Zuo Hongan said. He said it was okay, but his face was unusually heavy.

Zhen Fengliu's kick was so cruel. Although He Yandao saved his life, it would probably be impossible for him to receive the family reception. Of course, at such an old age, he doesn't have to think about passing on the family line, but the problem is, that kick injured the meridians, and it will be difficult to recover within ten days and a half. Even if he recovers, his future cultivation will be greatly affected. , I'm afraid it will be difficult to make any more progress, and his path as a Saint Master will come to an end.

Not long after Lu Xiuwen and other elite disciples died, He Yandao, the strongest among the elders, was injured like this. You can imagine Zuo Hongan's distress.

Although Zuo Hongan spoke vaguely, the disciple still understood the implication - only his life was not worried, but in other aspects, he was probably worried a lot. As a result, a sad look appeared on his face.

"How are brothers and sisters? Zhen Fengliu hasn't come back, right?" Zuo Hongan asked.

Although he had absolute confidence in his own strength, he also knew that he could deal with Zhen Fengliu, but his disciples could not, so as soon as he came back, he immediately ordered his disciples to take strict precautions, and several direct disciples even patrolled around the station. .

"Since I haven't come back, my brothers and sisters feel a lot more relieved." The disciple came back.

"That's good. It seems that I was too worried. My palm was struck with all my strength. Although Zhen Fengliu was lucky enough to save his life, he must have been seriously injured. How could he dare to come back? After dinner, let him Everyone, please rest early." Zuo Hongan shook his head and said.

Thinking about it carefully, even he felt that it was a bit of a fuss. He is a strong man at the peak of the third level of Emperor Saint, but Zhen Fengliu cannot reach the second level of Emperor Saint. If he received a full palm from him, he would definitely be seriously injured. He was lucky to be able to save his life. How could he dare to come back?

"Yes, Sect Master..." The disciple bowed and responded.

"Ah..." Before he could finish his words, a scream came from outside.

"Something happened!" Zuo Hongan raised his eyebrows and rushed out.