My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"It's not impossible to try again, but with our strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on." Zhu Sifang said.

"Yes, I have limited strength, so I'm afraid I might miss something important." The formation master of the third level of Emperor Saint said.

The other people didn't speak, but looking at their entangled expressions, they obviously didn't have enough confidence.

Of course they couldn't refute Gu Fenghua's words, but Zhong Lingxiu had missed twice before. In order to make up for her mistakes, they activated the Yunhe Tiangang Formation twice, using almost all their strength. The weaker ones were even more seriously injured. If it happens again, they really have no confidence in opening the Yunhe Tiangang Formation in time.

"Don't worry, aren't we still here?" Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse said in unison.

Even if they were not so in tune with Gu Fenghua, they knew that it was their turn to take action now.

Zhu Sifang and the formation masters patted their foreheads at the same time, focusing entirely on Gu Fenghua and Zhong Lingxiu, but they had forgotten about them. These were also strong men of the sixth level of Emperor Saint.

"Then there is Miss Luo Luo, Mr. Jun and Mr. Ye." Zhu Sifang and others breathed a sigh of relief and said to Luo Enen and others.

"But there are only four of you, so that's a little short," said a formation master.

Zhu Sifang invited a lot of people to help him this time. Including Gu Fenghua and himself, there were ten people in total, but Gu Fenghua and his party only had four people. Even if they are all experts of the sixth and seventh grades of the Emperor Saint, it is still unavoidable to make people worry.

Beside him, Liu Sanjue looked sad. What do you mean there are only four people? Am I not a human being? The majestic master of the three masters of elixirs, weapons, and formations was just ignored by others.

"Even if we include your servant, there are only five people. Miss Gu, are you really sure?" Fortunately, someone noticed Liu Sanjue and added.

This man, with his white beard and white head, had an extraordinary bearing and looked like an outsider. However, he was extremely polite to Gu Fenghua and even used the honorific title "you". However, when he mentioned Liu Sanjue, he was obviously not so polite. You're welcome.

Gu Fenghua and others, both male and female, are all handsome in appearance and refined in temperament. Even the fair and fat man, if you look closely, has sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes. Liu Sanjue, a gray-haired old man, is mixed in among them. He looks out of place and can easily be mistaken for a domestic servant.

In fact, if you think about it in detail, if Liu Sanjue shows off his magic stick style, he would also have a sense of being a Taoist immortal, but there is no way, the light on Gu Fenghua is too dazzling, even Luo En Enbai Fatty and Ye Wuse, the sixth-grade emperor saints, were ignored by others, not to mention he was an old magic stick. What's more, in front of Gu Fenghua, he couldn't act like a sage, and it was perfectly normal for him to be treated as a domestic servant.

House servant, house servant, how come I, the majestic master of Sanjue, have become a house servant? Liu Sanjue's expression became even sadder. He suddenly felt that instead of being despised like this, it would be better to simply be ignored.

His eyesight is dim, this old thing must be his eyesight. Liu Sanjue cursed secretly, but he forgot that with his white hair, he didn't look any younger than others.

Liu Sanjue looked at Gu Fenghua eagerly. Although he didn't want to show his true identity yet, being mistaken for a servant was never a happy thing, so he still wanted to explain. However, he was a little hesitant as to whether it was better to speak on his own or let Fenghua explain.