My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Everyone quickly carried Qi Zongwang over and let him and Duanmu Qingming lie side by side. I saw the master and the disciple standing side by side, head to head, with their eyes closed and unconscious. It seemed like the deep love between master and disciple.

Master Du stretched out his hand and touched Qi Zongwang's veins, his expression soon became serious.

"Master Du, can the sect master's injury be saved?" Several Jianding Sect disciples asked with worries on their faces.

"The injury is easy to heal, but with this level of cultivation, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover." Master Du sighed and said.

"Ah!" The expressions of the Sword Cauldron Sect disciples surrounding him suddenly turned gloomy. What they were most concerned about was not their master's cultivation.

Master Du didn't say anything more. He first took out a few holy pills and gave them to Qi Zongwang. Then he connected the broken bones, held the silver needle in his hand, and used the ancestral Yama Resurrection Needle again.

"Here, where is this?" As streaks of silver light flashed by and the elixir power melted away, Qi Zongwang opened his eyes and asked blankly, covering his forehead.

Although the person woke up, he felt a stinging pain in his forehead and his mind was in chaos. Well, this was not injured by Gu Fenghua and others, but by his disciple.

"Sir..." Seeing the confused look of the Sect Master, the disciples of the Sword and Cauldron Sect around him felt even more sad. At the same time, they were also a little worried that the master would not be too seriously injured and that his brain might be damaged.

"By the way, I remembered, Gu Fenghua, Gu Fenghua!" Fortunately, Qi Zongwang quickly remembered what happened before, pressed his forehead, and roared in a deep voice through gritted teeth.

It's Gu Fenghua again! Master Du looked startled. At first, I was still wondering who could hurt him like this with Qizong Wangdi's fifth-level cultivation, but he didn't expect it to be Gu Fenghua again. Duanmu Qingming kicked the iron plate and was destroyed in her hands. Even Qi Zongwang also kicked the iron plate. Who is this Gu Fenghua?

Master Du was secretly curious when he saw Qi Zongwang standing up unsteadily.

"Sir Sect Leader, your old man is still seriously injured and needs to rest in peace." Several Jianding Sect disciples quickly stepped forward to support Qi Zongwang.

"Repose? How can I calm down like this? Gu Fenghua hurt my disciple and ruined my cultivation. If I don't take revenge, I, Qi Zongwang, will never be a human being!" Qi Zongwang roared angrily, his eyes blood red like a wounded beast.

He was very clear about his injuries. Even if Master Du didn't tell him, he knew that even if he had his broken bones reconnected and his meridians reconnected, he would never be able to recover from his lost cultivation. Because the roots of the Holy Spirit were injured by Ye Yunji, it would be impossible for him to return to the level of the fifth-grade Emperor Saint even in this life.

The way of cultivation ended here, how could he not be angry, how could he not hate?

"Sir, don't be impulsive. Don't be impulsive. Even if you want to take revenge, you have to wait until the injury is healed." Hearing Qi Zongwang's roar, not to mention all the Jianding Sect disciples, even Master Du was shocked.

Just kicking the iron plate once was not enough, do you have to kick it again? Even if you have to kick, you should heal the injury after all.

"Help me go to see the Lord Envoy. I ask the Lord Envoy to uphold justice!" Qi Zongwang suppressed his anger and continued.

Although he hated Gu Fenghua in his heart, he did not lose his mind. He knew that he could not avenge himself in his current state. He came looking for abuse, so he could only ask Aotian Lord to stand up for him.