My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Senior Brother Luo, please!" Yunhua repeated.

"Okay, okay, since you intend to seek death, then you can't blame me." Luo Dingzhi felt that he was greatly humiliated when a mere outer disciple dared to challenge himself, and he drew out his long sword violently , and slashed towards Yunhua.

Yunhua had been prepared for a long time, let out a clear whistle, and the long sword slashed head-on.

"This Yunhua really doesn't know how to live or die. He's obviously just coming up to make up the numbers. Even if he admits defeat, no one will blame him. He really wants to fight Luo Dingzhi." A young Shengxiu couldn't help shaking his head and said in the audience.

"That's right, a mere outer disciple dared to challenge Senior Brother Luo. Isn't that slapping Senior Brother Luo in the face?" Another Shengxiu also pouted. As holy cultivators, their status was obviously much higher than that of the outer disciples. Although Yunhua challenged Luo Dingzhi, even they felt humiliated.

"What do you think, how many tricks can this guy hold up to under Senior Brother Luo's sword?" Another Shengxiu asked with the same hatred.

"How many tricks are you still insisting on? Didn't you see that Senior Brother Luo was already angry? I'm afraid he would even use one trick..." said Shengxiu in front of him disapprovingly.

But only half of what he said, he stopped abruptly, the rest stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

The two sword glows streaked across the sky, and they clashed heavily, splashing out a cloud of sparks. With a muffled groan, Luo Dingzhi flew out of the competition stage like a kite with a broken string.

On and off the stage, there was a dead silence, and almost everyone was stunned.

Luo Dingzhi is not the strongest among the younger generation of holy cultivators at Shengjia Peak, but he still has the cultivation base of the second rank of Soul Sage, otherwise he would not be qualified to participate in the Jialuo Grand Competition, but with only one sword, he would He was kicked off the competition stage by an unknown outer disciple.

"What happened just now?" Everything happened so quickly that many people didn't see what was going on. After a while, someone asked in surprise.

"This Yunhua is a first-class soul sage!" someone replied.

"What!" The person who said it was in disbelief, and so was the person who listened.

How could a mere outer disciple, who was chosen by the Three Great Sacred Peaks as an unwanted outer disciple, have the first rank of Soul Sage?

"How could you have such a cultivation level?" In the audience, Luo Dingzhi held his chest and asked in the same disbelief, staring at Yunhua.

As a holy cultivator, how could he treat a mere outer disciple as an opponent, so even when he was furious, he couldn't raise his spirits, and the sword just now didn't show his true strength.

But it wasn't until the moment when the two swords intersected that a red holy bead appeared on Yunhua's forehead, did he realize that he was wrong, very wrong.

The second-rank Soul Sage is a bit stronger than the first-rank Soul Sage, but it is not so strong that one can ignore the opponent. The victory and defeat have been divided!

Luo Dingzhi couldn't figure it out, how could it be possible for an outer disciple who was taken in by Misty Cloud Valley because of no one to have the cultivation base of the Soul Sage Realm?

"Hasn't anyone told you never to underestimate any opponent? Who said that outer disciples can't become soul saints?" Yunhua suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried to keep calm.