My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Although the moment Duan Qingyun appeared, they had already mobilized the holy energy with all their strength and prepared to take action, but this time Duan Qingyun acted too quickly and without any reservation, and they were unable to concentrate the holy energy at all. To the extreme.

Of course, even if the Holy Qi is raised to the extreme, it doesn't mean much. The opponent's strength is too strong, and the attack is so decisive and resolute, they don't even have a chance to escape.

Let alone them, even Weng Yuanming and others have no way to escape when facing a strong man like Duan Qingyun head-on. In an instant, several people's faces turned pale.

After all, Duan Qingyun is not the eldest grandson Luocang, and this is not a Chengyun competition. His strength was already much stronger than that of Changsun Luocang, and there were no Chang Aotian or others around him, so he had no scruples at all.

Ye Yunji's left hand pressed on her chest again.

Gu Fenghua saw his movements from the corner of his eye and suddenly felt anxious. Even if he releases the mysterious power in his bloodline, it will be difficult to block Duan Qingyun's determined blow. Even if he blocks it, there will still be endless troubles.

"Junior Weng Yuanming, I learned from Chu Zhenyuan, please show mercy to me senior." At this moment, Weng Yuanming suddenly shouted loudly. The voice trembled with a mixture of awe and panic.

"Chu Zhenyuan?" Duan Qingyun was slightly startled, taking half of the palm shadow and stopping.

Even if you use your full strength to send and receive messages from your heart, not everyone can do it, even if you are an envoy. Duan Qingyun is much younger than his eldest grandson Luocang, but his reputation is higher than that of his eldest grandson Luocang. It really makes sense.

"Are you Chu Zhenyuan's disciple?" Duan Qingyun looked at Weng Yuanming, as if he was recalling something.

"I am a close disciple of Chu Zhenyuan. More than a thousand years ago, Your Majesty the Lord went to Qixia Peak to sit down and discuss Taoism with my master. I would make tea and serve him. However, I was still young at that time and it was difficult for me to get into the eyes of Your Majesty. I'm afraid you may not have much of an impression on me." Weng Yuanming said respectfully, with cold sweat still falling from his forehead, looking frightened.

"Oh, it turns out it's you. I remember you were only eleven or twelve years old at the time, and your cultivation level was just above that of Xuansheng. Now you have reached the realm of Emperor Saint." Duan Qingyun finally had some impression and said with emotion.

The Chu Zhenyuan mentioned by Weng Yuanming was a casual cultivator. He lived in seclusion all his life and did not care about worldly affairs, so he was not well-known. However, his qualifications were extremely outstanding and he had unique insights into the way of cultivation. Thousands of years ago, Duan Qingyun met him while traveling and was somewhat interested in his views. He was invited by him to spend a few days at Qixia Peak, which was considered a friendship.

Duan Qingyun thought about it carefully. There was indeed a young disciple serving him tea and water at that time. However, given his status, it was not easy for him to value a casual cultivator so much. How could he care about a mere boy making tea? ? If Weng Yuanming didn't tell him, he would probably never remember the existence of such a person.

"Yes, yes, I was just promoted to Xuansheng at that time. I am able to achieve what I am today thanks to the teachings of my senior." Weng Yuanming finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a grateful look on his face. Bow down.

"I didn't teach you anything. You are able to achieve what you are today because of your extraordinary understanding. You don't need to thank me." Duan Qingyun said that there was no need to thank me, but he accepted Weng Yuanming's gift calmly.

He was sitting and discussing with Chu Zhenyuan that day, and this disciple was waiting beside him. Of course he listened to their words word for word. His current cultivation level was more or less a result of him.

"Is your master okay?" When Weng Yuanming straightened up, Duan Qingyun asked again with a calm smile.

After just a few days of chatting with people, he was able to train a strong man of the fourth level of Emperor Saint. Duan Qingyun felt a little proud of himself, and he also liked Weng Yuanming.