My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Who said that when you are old, you should go home and enjoy your old age? Is Sima Ba really that old? Don't meddle in other's business that you shouldn't meddle in. What do you mean? It's clear that you don't take Sima Batian seriously.

"If you don't do it, then I will have to do it myself. Don't blame me for being cruel. You brought this on yourself!" Too lazy to talk to Gu Fenghua, Sima Batian slammed his crutch on the ground again.

The city wall that had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain but still stood firm began to tremble violently, and a piece of stone dust flew in the wind.

Domineering! Living up to the name of Sima Batian, he is indeed domineering. The onlookers were all shocked.

"Master, why do you need to take action to deal with this ignorant junior?" At this moment, four middle-aged men who came with Sima Batian stepped forward at the same time.

The performance of these people was surprisingly similar to that of Ke Yuanhua's disciples. Of course, this is normal. Respecting teachers and teachings is the same no matter where you are. It is only natural for the disciples to obey the master when something happens.

However, compared with Ke Yuanhua's disciples, Sima Batian's disciples are much more courageous, less flattering, and less flattering. Before he could finish his words, one of the people in front of him flew up and struck out with his palm. A solid palm shadow appeared out of thin air, completely covering Gu Fenghua and the others.

"Fourth Grade Emperor Saint!" Seeing the four golden holy beads suddenly revealed on the middle-aged man's brow, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Although in the Spiritual Realm, the cultivation level of the fourth-grade Emperor Saint is not yet considered top-notch, but even among the major holy sects, they are definitely not weak.

At least, it is impossible for people at the age like Gu Fenghua and others to have such cultivation. For some paranoid peers, it is even a great honor to die in the hands of a strong man from the Fourth Holy Emperor.

As expected of Sima Batian, who has been famous for thousands of years, he just brought out a disciple and he was a strong man of the fourth rank of Emperor Saint.

Looking at Sima Batian who took half a step and then stopped, they were even more in awe. Looking at Gu Fenghua and others who were enveloped by the huge palm shadow, their eyes were even more pitiful.

Seeing their companion strike out first, Sima Batian's other three disciples stopped. To deal with such young juniors, it is enough for one person to take action. If they join forces, they will only make people laugh for no reason, and they cannot afford to lose that person.

"God has the virtue of good life, don't hurt their lives, just lose one arm." Sima Batian was also very satisfied with the strength of this disciple, noticed the complicated looks of everyone, he was even more satisfied, and put on a show He ordered with the face of a kind and generous elder.

Thinking about it, with his status, if he hadn't been helping his uncle to stand out, he shouldn't have been exposed to a few brats. If you hurt their lives again, wouldn't that be destroying your reputation? It took tens of thousands of years to accumulate this worldly reputation, but Sima Batian still cherishes feathers.

"For such ignorant people, it will be easier for them to lose only one arm. Each of them will lose two arms. Also, the dead girl in green will lose her eyes by the way." As soon as the words were finished, someone came under the door. A disciple also yelled.

Sima Batian frowned when he heard this. When the master speaks, who is the disciple's turn?

But after a moment's thought, he felt relieved again. Indeed, he had clearly given Gu Fenghua and others a chance, but they didn't know what was good for him. If he only lost one arm, it would be a huge advantage to them. If word spread, others would think that Sima Batian was weak and easy to bully.