My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Seeing the sect leader's blood-red eyes and trembling figure, all the disciples of the Broken Moon Sect were as silent as a cicada, not even daring to take a breath.

"Master, are you okay?" After a while, the direct disciple asked worriedly.

Meeting a despicable, rogue and shameless opponent like Zhen Fengliu would give anyone a headache. He felt the same pain and anger as his master, and was really afraid that he would get angry.

"What can happen to me? Don't you have eyes? Take a good look and see what can happen to me!" Zuo Hongan roared angrily.

He really hoped that he could do something good. As long as he could fight Zhen Fengliu in an honest and fair manner, he would be willing to be seriously injured. However, the old scoundrel had learned the lessons from the previous two times and now he had learned wisely and would not give him any advice. If he had the opportunity to take action, what else could he do? What else could he do?

The disciple was scolded by him and quickly lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

After venting his anger on his disciples, Zuo Hongan's sullen mood was relieved a lot, and he returned to the main hall with a livid face.

"How is his injury?" Zuo Hongan asked after glancing at the disciple on the ground.

With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that this disciple was only injured and his life was not in danger, but he did not know the extent of his injuries.

"Junior Brother Qiu's Qi Hai was injured. I'm afraid his cultivation will be affected. I don't know how many years of practice it will take to return to his original state." A disciple replied.

Hearing this, Zuo Hongan felt relieved slightly. Zhen Fengliu showed mercy. Even the disciples injured in his hands were not in danger, but their cultivation was slightly affected. The worst thing was actually He Yandao - thinking of He Yandao, he subconsciously crossed his legs again, and a chill rose in his heart.

However, although the lives of these disciples are not in danger, if the old monkey continues to stalk and retaliate endlessly, the Broken Moon Sect will probably put everyone in danger and be in panic all day long. What's even worse is that once this news spreads, no one will dare to join his Duanyue Sect.

Lu Xiuwen and other elite disciples have all been wiped out. The remaining disciples can only be considered to have average or above-average qualifications. Even if they practice for another thousand years, they will not be able to take on important tasks. If they cannot recruit disciples of the next generation with excellent qualifications, wouldn't the Broken Moon Sect be completely destroyed? inherited. Wouldn't a ten thousand-year-old inheritance be destroyed in one's own hands?

No, we must not let Yelang Sect continue to be entangled like this. We must get rid of that old monkey as soon as possible!

"You have all seen the Yelang Sect's despicableness. From now on, no one is allowed to step out of the hall. As soon as he appears, he will immediately activate the formation and kill him on the spot at all costs. ." Zuo Hongan ordered with a stern look.

"Yes, Lord Sect Master!" The disciples of the Broken Moon Sect in the hall responded in unison. Seeing Junior Brother Qiu's fate, even if Zuo Hongan didn't say anything, they would not dare to leave this hall again.

"Then, what should I do if it's convenient?" A disciple asked in a low voice.

"Hold it in!" Zuo Hongan glared at him and said angrily.

The disciple originally wanted to ask what he should do if he couldn't hold it in any longer, but when he saw the sect leader's expression was extremely bad, he quickly swallowed the words as he spoke.

But people have three urgent needs. Can they really hold it in if they want to? The disciple had a grimace on his face, deeply doubting his own perseverance.