My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

It is a great honor to be remembered by the majestic king, but to be remembered by him in this situation is definitely not an honor. At this time, Lin Yuantang didn't have any of the calmness and dignity of a king. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely, and he started to stutter when he spoke.

"That's good." Fortunately, the Holy King of Spirits didn't say much, let alone scold them. He just glanced at them and quickly looked away.

"Tomorrow is the beginning of the demon-killing expedition. You will rest here tonight." The Holy King of Spirits said to everyone again.

"Yes, Lord Heavenly King." Everyone responded in unison.

The Holy King of Spirits gently waved his hand, and in an instant, spiritual clouds gathered above his head and sprinkled fine raindrops. Countless exotic flowers and plants grew in the square that was originally built with the finest jade. . Flowers bloom and wither, exuding a richer aura, and this aura is still so ethereal and pure, and the Taoist charm contained in it is even more clear.

There is no need to refine it, the spiritual energy will turn into holy energy on its own, and there is no need to comprehend it, the rhyme will become clear to the heart on its own.

"Breakthrough, I broke through!" A middle-aged man in the crowd cheered in surprise.

Three rainbows quickly appeared between the eyebrows, and then a fourth rainbow quickly appeared.

In just a few breaths, his cultivation level was promoted from the third level of Transformation Saint to the fourth level of Transformation Saint!

"I've made a breakthrough too, I've made a breakthrough too..." Soon, another wave of surprise cheers sounded one after another.

In the crowd, rainbows appeared one after another, a strange light.

The Holy King of Spirits smiled slightly, turned and left.

The setting sun hung in the sky, casting a golden light on his elegant back, making him look so mysterious and transcendent.

Gu Fenghua looked up at the back, feeling excited and fascinated.

Just by raising his hand, spiritual energy turned into rain, and spiritual flowers bloomed, helping a group of powerful people to make further progress. What kind of cultivation and magical power this is.

In fact, not only others, but also the holy energy in her body was flowing endlessly, and there were faint signs of breakthrough and promotion.

After a long time, the spiritual rain stopped, the spiritual clouds dispersed, and the soul-stirringly beautiful spiritual flowers and grasses also withered and disappeared, and the excited crowd gradually calmed down.

"Why are you here at this time?" A middle-aged man with a majestic face, dressed in fine clothes, came to a few people and asked displeasedly.

"Reporting to Mr. Xingjun, I have been practicing hard in seclusion a few days ago. I didn't have time to check the order after I came out of seclusion." Lin Yuantang replied apologetically.

This middle-aged man is Tianweixingjun Shen Yuting. They didn't arrive for a long time, and even the Holy King of Spirits began to ask questions. It must be that Lord Tianweixing was affected by them during this period, and his life was not easy. Lin Yuantang felt ashamed.

"So that's the case. I can't blame you." After hearing Lin Yuantang's explanation, Shen Yuting looked much better.

The Qingyuan Taoist House is declining day by day. Lin Yuantang and others are practicing hard in seclusion from time to time in order to break through and become saints. Zhuang Mengdie and Chen Siyuan think about it day and night, and their thoughts have become evil. He knows all these things and can understand them. It’s not hard to blame them for their painstaking efforts.

"Haha, you are the only ones who are still practicing hard in seclusion. You have been practicing hard for many years and you still haven't given up?" At this time, an old man next to you said sarcastically.

"Chu Yuange, what do you mean by this?" Chen Siyuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"I just want to give you a few words of advice. If you don't have the qualifications, you should give up as soon as possible. Besides, Qingyuan Taoist House only has so little wealth, so you can't help it." The old man named Chu Yuange chuckled, with a sarcastic expression on his face. More meaning.

"My lord, Mr. Fu, is also doing it for your own good. The little money you have in Qingyuan Taoist House is not enough for you. If you stop early, you can leave something for future generations and some coffins for yourself. If you continue to toss like this, I'm afraid there won't even be any coffins left." Another old man also mocked.

"Qiu Yiming, are you deliberately looking for trouble, right?" Seeing their cynicism one after another, Zhuang Mengdie became furious and rolled up his sleeves habitually.