My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Mo Qingqiu? Master Zuo, you don't really think that just a few of us can kill an envoy, do you?" The tall old man's face changed slightly and he said to Zuo Hong'an, with a hint of anger in his eyes. Anger.

When Zuo Hong'an summoned them to come over, he only said that he would deal with a few young juniors with good abilities, but he didn't mention Mo Qingqiu at all. Although they have good strength and are somewhat famous in Wuji Holy Heaven, they still have some self-awareness. If they are allowed to kill people in front of Mo Qingqiu, or even attack Mo Qingqiu himself, isn't that asking them to die?

"Master Wengshan, don't worry too much. I have already sent people to find out clearly. There were two roe deer owls. They were seriously injured by Mo Qingqiu and fled. As soon as they entered the vast mountains, they fled separately. Mo Qingqiu chased and killed one of them. Gu Fenghua and others chased the other one, while Qingfan stayed in Yunyuan City and led the strong men of each sect to kill the purple soul beast. As for Gu Fenghua and the young disciples of Changfeng Sect, with so many of us joining forces, we still can't Are you afraid that you won't be able to get rid of them?" Seeing what he was worried about, Zuo Hongan said confidently.

He had inquired about the affairs of Yunyuan City clearly, but he missed one thing. Qin Haofang and other Changfeng Sect disciples were not with Gu Fenghua and stayed in Yunyuan City. It's no wonder that the people rushing to Yunyuan City at this time are all the top strong men of each sect. Who would pay attention to the few sect juniors who have not yet arrived in the Emperor's Holy Capital? It is normal for the news to be somewhat wrong.

"If the information from Zuo Zongzong is correct and it's just a few young juniors, then there is no need for Zuo Zong to take the initiative and leave it to us, the Three Saints of Moyun." When the tall old man heard this, he immediately felt relieved and said: He said with a conceited face.

"Yes, if even the juniors can't deal with it, how can we, the Three Saints of Moyun, show up to meet others?" Another imposing old man also said proudly.

"Master Zuo, you don't need to pay attention to this matter. Just leave it to us, the Three Saints of Moyun. But the price is..." The thin old man next to him laughed twice, twirled his fingers, and said with a philistine expression.

Of course, a philistine is a philistine, and his look was as confident as the other two.

The three saints of Moyun are actually not disciples of the sect, but casual cultivators. Although their reputation cannot be compared with those of the strong men of the sect, when it comes to strength, those famous strong men of the holy sect may not be better than them. How many.

The three of them became sworn friends to Jinlan and lived in seclusion in Moyun Mountain for many years, calling themselves the Three Saints of Moyun. The tall, rosy-faced old man was named Weng Yuanming. He was the oldest and most powerful. He was the eldest brother among the three, and was called the Lord of Mount Moyun by outsiders. The majestic one is the second child, named Yao Wenshan, and the thin one with a philistine look is the third child, named Zeng Ning'an.

The three of them had lived in seclusion for many years. They were originally independent of the world, but one day they suddenly got a fever and wanted to build their own sect, just like the founder of the sect. But as soon as they started, they discovered that establishing a sect was not as simple as they imagined. Building a mountain gate, setting up spirit gathering formations, and sect-protecting formations all required a lot of resources. To open a mountain and recruit disciples, you also need to cultivate resources and collect skills. Sword skills and strange arts also require resources.

To put it bluntly, we just lack money. The three of them used to live in seclusion and live freely and without worries about food and clothing. Only when they founded a sect did they realize how poor they were. In order to raise money, they racked their brains, but after living in seclusion for so many years, they didn't know how to make money. In the end, they had to take people's money, help people eliminate disasters, and do shady things for people - this is the fastest way to make money. , the simplest.