My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

With a thought in his mind, the remaining seven-star flags flew up and stood in front of Chang Aotian and others. He continued to slap Gu Fenghua and others with his palm.

Seeing that Changsun Luocang's "revenge" was so determined, even if he destroyed Luocang's seven-star flag and lost his longevity, he still had to put Gu Fenghua and others to death, not to mention others, even Chang Aotian and others were worried about it. They all felt a sense of powerlessness.

All of this happened in an instant. Even if a few of them took action at the same time, it would be difficult to destroy the remaining seven-star flags in a short period of time, and there would be no time to save Gu Fenghua and others. ?

"Don't panic, my master is here!" At this moment, a thunderous roar sounded in the air, and a fat monk with a sinewy face descended from the sky, holding his Zen staff high towards Changsun Luocang Smashed down on the head.

"It's you again!" Changsun Luocang exclaimed subconsciously.

The fat monk in front of him is Ye Wuse’s master, Master Yijie!

The last time he was in Yuchi Sect, he fought against him using his Holy Soul Dao Body. Although he had the upper hand, he was still unable to injure his life, and his clone was severely injured by his despicable and shameless retaliate. It can be said that the decline in his cultivation level has a lot to do with Master Yijie.

I originally wanted to find an opportunity to avenge the blood feud, but I didn't expect this despicable and shameless fat monk to show up and throw himself into the trap.

However, he was surprised. Changsun Luocang didn't take Master Yijie seriously and casually slapped him with his left hand. After all, what he attacked last time was only the Holy Soul Taoist body, and its strength was still much lower than that of the original one. The fat monk was able to take advantage last time, but today he can't even think about it!

Unfortunately, this time, he was wrong.

Amidst the muffled sound of "bang", Changsun Luocang's body tilted, and there was a clear sound of cracking bones in his left arm.

Because his body tilted, the palm he slapped at Gu Fenghua and others was deflected, and he slapped the ruins so hard that pieces of rubble shattered instantly, and dust and smoke flew into the air. Even though Gu Fenghua and others were slightly affected, they were able to easily resolve it with the combined sword and Ye Yunji's attacks.

How did this bald donkey become so powerful! The eldest grandson, Luosun, took two steps back and immediately regained his balance. However, his left hand began to shake like sifting rice, with a look of horror on his face.

I remember that the last time we fought, this fat monk's cultivation level was not even that of an Emperor's Saint. Although it seemed that he was injured, which caused a sharp decline in his cultivation level, even if the injury healed, he should only be at the level of an Emperor's Saint at most. At most, he is only a second- and third-grade Emperor Saint. But after the palm shot just now, Changsun Luocang was surprised to find that his cultivation level had reached at least the fifth level of Emperor Saint, and the stick technique was not at all like the last time, which was completely unstructured and relied solely on brute force. Rather, it is mysterious, wonderful and powerful.

Its true combat power has definitely reached the sixth level of Emperor Saint, or even stronger!

Due to Changsun Luocang's carelessness, one of his left arms was almost broken by him. Although it was not broken yet, the arm bone was cracked, and there was a heart-wrenching pain.

"Master!" Ye Wuse shouted in surprise and stopped his hand seals at the same time.

He also knew that even if he blew himself up like Zhan Jiuzhou and died, it would hardly be of any use. Now that the master was here, why would he make such a unnecessary sacrifice? He could also see that the master's attack this time was very different from before. His strength improved by leaps and bounds, which was an improvement of ten times and dozens of times.

"You go!" Master Yijie didn't have time to reminisce with his disciples. He yelled and raised his Zen staff towards Changsun Luocang.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

Almost in the blink of an eye, he attacked the nine staffs one after another.