My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Gu Fenghua is lucky enough to be accepted as a registered disciple by Lord Qingqiu. He doesn't know how many lifetimes of incense he burned in his previous life."

"Luckily she is lucky to have such a strong person backing her up. Otherwise, if she fell into Xia Yiwen's hands, even if she didn't die, she would probably be worse off than dead."

"Xia Yiwen is also used to being domineering. She has no eyesight at all. It's not good to provoke anyone, but she actually provokes her. Isn't that asking for trouble?" In another yard, two young people were walking happily. Discussing what just happened.

"Hush!" As they passed the inner wing, a young man guarding the door hissed softly and made a silencing gesture towards them.

Only then did the two of them realize that they were a little carried away, so they quickly shut up and walked over quietly.

"Aren't you awake yet?" the two asked the young man in a low voice.

The young man didn't answer, he just smacked his lips and motioned for them to take a look.

The two of them looked in through the ajar door and saw a young man lying on the hospital bed in the middle of the wing. His facial features were quite handsome, but his eyes were closed tightly and his face was pale and looked extremely haggard.

An old man with white beard and hair was sitting in front of the couch. He took out a holy elixir and fed it into his mouth. Then he stabbed out the silver needles one by one while gently twisting the tail of the needle with his fingers. Holy energy was injected into his body.

There was an old man standing next to the hospital bed. He looked very majestic, but at this time, his face was full of anxiety.

After a long time, the old man who was applying the acupuncture stopped and took away the silver needles one by one.

"Master Du, can my disciple be saved?" the majestic-looking old man asked impatiently.

"Sect Master Qi, please forgive me for my incompetence." The old man known as Master Du pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head and said with a long sigh.

Upon hearing such an answer, Sect Leader Qi swayed, with a sad look on his face.

At the door, several young people also looked sad.

The old man known as Sect Master Qi is Qi Zongwang, the Sect Master of their Sword Cauldron Sect, and the young man lying on the sick bed is Duanmu Qingming, the Sect Master’s favorite close disciple, who is also the sect’s internally appointed Young Sect Master. If nothing unexpected happens, after the death of the sect leader, he will be the next sect leader.

Originally, according to the wishes of the sect leader, after this Chengyun Competition, Duanmu Qingming would be officially appointed as the young sect leader. The sects had already begun to prepare for the enthronement ceremony, and had also written invitations to invite other sect seniors to the Jianding Sect to watch the ceremony. , who knew that at this juncture, Duanmu Qingming was seriously injured, and he was already unconscious when the sect leader rescued him.

Because he was on his way to Chengyun Valley at that time, the sect leader was afraid of delaying his injury, so he could only bring him over.

On the way here, the lord of the sect asked many famous doctors along the way, but they all couldn't do anything about Duanmu Qingming's injury. The master Du in front of him was already the 19th famous doctor invited by the lord of the sect, and he had the same result. Looking at this, Duanmu Qingming is probably completely hopeless.

Although Duanmu Qingming was successful as a young man, he was inevitably a little arrogant and arrogant, which made other disciples unhappy. However, seeing their young sect leader being hurt like this, all the Sword and Ding Sect disciples could not help but feel sad.

"Master Du, is there really nothing you can do?" Qi Zongwang took a deep breath and asked unwillingly.

"Please forgive me for my lack of academic skills. Sect Master Qi should hire someone else who is a master." Master Du said apologetically.

"Who is it? Who is it? I, the Sword Cauldron Sect, swear to be incompatible with him!" Qi Zongwang roared in a deep voice through gritted teeth, and his eyes could almost spit out fire.