My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Yes, yes, yes, I must practice hard, and I will never lose my reputation as a member of the Yelang Sect. Just watch carefully, Lord Commander." Tang Junhou said, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes, Confucians can be taught!" Seeing that he was so sensible and that he no longer had the arrogance of the Ye Sect prodigal, Mo Qingqiu was even more pleased, stroking his long beard and laughing.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Jun, shall we discuss the house matter again..." Seeing that Mr. Jun's face improved and he seemed to be in a good mood, Tang Junhou suddenly changed the topic again and said with a face.

"A house, it's a house again, are you deliberately trying to piss me off?" Mo Qingqiu's smile suddenly froze. The sun was shining brightly one moment, but the next moment it was cloudy. The palm that had not yet been put down finally clapped it down hard.

"Ouch... help, come here, your envoy has bullied someone, your envoy has beaten someone..." Tang Junhou's mournful cry sounded like a ghost crying and a wolf howling in the mountains and fields.

While Gu Fenghua and others were following Mo Qingqiu to Chengyun Valley, another group of people was meandering forward hesitantly on the endless rugged mountain roads of the Qingqiu Mountains. These people were the disciples of the Broken Moon Sect who had been tortured to the point of death by Zhen Fengliu.

At this time, the Duan Yuezong disciples no longer had the high spirits of the past. Everyone looked tired and embarrassed, and yawned from time to time as they walked. Zuo Hongan, who was surrounded by disciples, was even more unbearable. His face was blue, his eyes were sunken, his eye sockets were black, his bloodshot eyes were so red that they could almost bleed, and there was a translucent blister at the corner of his mouth, which was obviously... Liver-fire is rising and yin and yang are not coordinated.

"Sir, Master, that old monkey won't catch up again, will he?" A disciple looked around warily from time to time and said uneasily.

"I have set up warning formations along the way. If he comes after us, we will be able to detect him in advance and catch him off guard." Zuo Hongan said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with frustration and grief.

The high-ranking sect was actually forced to flee, which would make everyone feel aggrieved and angry. But it was impossible not to leave. The old monkey was still a long way behind him in strength, so he was making such a fuss and tortured himself to death. On his own good, he was promoted to the first level, and now he has reached the third level of Emperor Saint.

It wouldn't matter if he was just promoted to the first level in cultivation. After all, Zuo Hong'an had been stagnant in the third level of Emperor Saint for many years. Holy third grade?

But the problem is that the opponent won't fight him head-on at all. If he can beat others, he will fight. If he can't beat others, he will run away. As long as he is slightly negligent, the opponent will attack Brother Zangyue as soon as he finds an opportunity. He will put a sack on his back and hit Sap. He uses all possible means to stab someone, how despicable and despicable he can be, how shameless and shameless he can be.

The most shameless thing is that he actually poured... splashed... something on the door. Thinking of the scene when the station was demolished before leaving, Zuo Hongan still felt sick. In the world, there is such a shameless sect master, such a shameless and dirty sect master. What else can he do besides running away?

The more Zuo Dazong thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. He almost wanted to cry without tears.

"Ding..." The jade talisman hanging on his waist suddenly made a clear sound.

"Coming." This sound was the warning signal that the warning formation had been triggered. Zuo Hongan suddenly stopped, the fatigue on his face swept away, revealing a sickly excitement.