My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The old man still stood at the same place, looking at the direction where Gu Fenghua and others disappeared, with an incomparably dignified expression.

"My lord, although what happened today was caused by Mr. Fang's insatiable greed, but he still despised the majesty of my temple after injuring the dignified deacons outside the temple. Why do you favor them so much?" A young man came behind him and asked inexplicably road.

"Do you still remember that thing I told you, ten years ago?" the old man looked into the distance and said leisurely.

"You mean, those young people?" The young man's expression froze.

"That's right, one of the sword skills they used at that time was the one she used just now." When the old man said this, a look of fear appeared on his face.

The scene from ten years ago came back to my mind again.

He remembered clearly that it was a dark and stormy night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. It’s actually a bit vulgar to say that. Usually when you say this word, you will add something bad like murder and arson. But that night, Yaoshan Village did not die, nor did it catch fire. It's just that every time he recalled the scene at that time, he felt that he had died once, maybe more than once.

They were four handsome young men with different physiques and temperaments, but the arrogance on their faces was exactly the same.

At that time, in the entire Yaoshan Village, there were dozens of holy masters in the temple, but none of them noticed their aura, and he was the only one who discovered their whereabouts. Only later did he realize that it was not because his cultivation was high enough, but because the other party let him discover it on purpose. The reason was very simple. He was asked to open the teleportation array and send them to the temple.

They didn't even beat around the bush, and didn't even give him any reason. They only said one sentence: "Open the teleportation array and send us to the temple. Please don't die!"

After many years, he still remembers the calm and domineering faces of the few people, as if what he said was a very normal thing, and the person standing in front of them was not a deacon in the temple, but a begging Lost dog.

At that time, he was not only the deacon in the Xinghua Temple, but also his cultivation base was not much worse than now. He was already a master of the eighth rank of soul saint. He was furious, and immediately drew his long sword and prepared to strike.

But right away, he changed his mind again—the one who seemed the youngest among the several youths completely gave up his idea of ​​making a move with just one sword strike.

What a free and easy sword, and what a domineering sword. When the sword light passed by, the endless night sky seemed to be torn apart, the whole earth trembled under that sword, and everything in the world surrendered under that sword.

That sword was actually very short, but in his feeling, it seemed as long as countless centuries. It wasn't until the sword light streaked across the sky and returned to the scabbard that he realized that his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

Perhaps because he felt that this was not enough to make him succumb, or perhaps because he was not satisfied with his companion's sword, several other youths also drew out their long swords and each swung a sword.

In comparison, these sword strikes seemed silent and extremely ordinary, but he had a feeling that the whole world would be destroyed by that sword intent, as if the end was coming.

The other party obviously overestimated him. The reason why the previous sword did not make him yield was not because he was strong-willed and courageous, but simply because he was stupefied.