My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Yuan Daoling's eyebrows were raised, and there was an irritated look in his eyes.

Seeing the actions of Zhen Fengliu and others, he was almost certain that Gu Fenghua was hiding in this ancestral hall. Logically speaking, Zhen Fengliu should not let her get involved in the power of the sacred beast that has been guarded for generations, but she just narrowly escaped the disaster of annihilation. God knows what the old man would think. As the saying goes, a man is not guilty of harboring a jade. Maybe the old man would use the power of the mythical beast as a favor for the eternal peace of Yelang Sect.

Looking at the entire Wuji Holy Heaven's tens of thousands of years of history, there probably won't be many seventh-grade Emperor Saints as young as Gu Fenghua. That joint sword is even comparable to the ninth-grade Emperor Saint. Given time, they will be so strong. To what extent?

Using the power of the divine beast in exchange for her protection is not necessarily a loss-making deal. After all, the power of the divine beast does not seem to have brought much benefit to the Yelang Sect, otherwise the Shengyuan Sect would not dare to take advantage of the Yelang Sect. If it were me, if I encountered such a good deal, I would probably be tempted.

No, she must not let the power of the divine beast fall into her hands.

"Okay, okay, if you don't come out, do you really think that I don't dare to kill them?" Yuan Daoling became more and more uneasy as he thought about it, and shouted with a gloomy threat.

He knew that even with the help of the three people behind him, it would be difficult for them to break through the barrier of the ancestral hall for a while. The best way was to force Gu Fenghua to show up on his own.

No one responded, and the courtyard remained quiet.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to commit any more crimes today. If you have to force me to do it, then you can't blame me." Yuan Daoling was even more irritated, and with a cruel heart, he directly hit Luo Enen and the others opposite with his palm. .

He had long seen that without Gu Fenghua's presence, Luo Enen and the others would not be able to perform that shocking sword that was comparable to the ninth grade Emperor Saint, so of course he didn't have to worry about anything.

The sound of swords and the roar of dragons filled the air with murderous intent. Almost at the same time that Luo Enen and others raised their swords to slash, Weng Yuanming, Zhen Fengliu and others also took action.

Everyone knew that when fighting alone, no one of them was the opponent of the opponent. They could not even resist the opponent's palm. Only by attacking at the same time could they buy precious time for Gu Fenghua - facing Yuan Yuan. Dao Ling and the three mysterious strong men did not even dare to hope to save their lives, they could only buy a little more time for Gu Fenghua.

Their eyes were so firm and calm, without any fear or cowardice.

Behind everyone, Yuan Shaochong's eyes were red, and his whole body was shaking with excitement again.

Among the people opposite him, the one he hated the most was Luo Enen. The one who struck first the day before yesterday and slapped him away was Luo Enen. Who else could he hate if he didn't hate her?

Having seen Gu Fenghua's strength with his own eyes, he felt a little uneasy as he followed his grandfather back to the Chenxing Sect this time. Who knew that Gu Fenghua was not here? He wanted to see who could save that dead girl if his grandfather took action himself.

Seeing the miserable scene of Miss Luo "again" with her limbs broken and her cultivation completely ruined, Yuan Shaochong was so excited that he couldn't help but want to scream loudly. Well, he's getting interested again.

"Yuan Daoling, do you really think that I dare not kill you?" At this moment, Gu Fenghua's long voice suddenly sounded.

It's still so clear, pure, and pleasant to the ear, but it carries a bone-chilling chill.

The door of the ancestral hall slowly opened, revealing Gu Fenghua's beautiful and refined face, but his eyes were as cold as his voice.