My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The longer he gets along with Gu Fenghua, the more Luo Enen admires her strength, and he has long wanted to find an opportunity to ask her for advice. It's just because everyone has different skills, different sword skills, and the gap in cultivation is too big, so they haven't found a chance.

"Draw your sword." Gu Fenghua smiled slightly.

"Okay." Lonen pulled out his long sword with a swipe, with an excited smile on his face.

However, soon, she couldn't laugh anymore.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the scabbard wrapped in silk cloth was pulled heavily on Lornen's back.

"Ah..." Poor Miss Luo let out a scream and fell to the ground.

"Slow down, slow down, you're too fast, I can't see anything clearly, how can I stop you." Luo Enen raised his head, looked at Gu Fenghua pitifully, there was no smile on his face.

"I'm already very slow, I can't stop it because you are too slow, come again." As soon as the words fell, Gu Fenghua slammed out with another sword.

"Wait, don't... ah!" Before Lorien finished speaking, he screamed again and fell to the ground.

"It's too slow, what about the sword skills you comprehend, is this how you comprehend it?" Gu Fenghua reprimanded him severely as if he had changed into a different person, and threw his sword again.

"I haven't realized anything yet." Lornen said sadly.

"Then comprehend it right away." When he said this, there was another crisp sound, and the poor Miss Luo fell to the ground in a disfigured manner again.

"Didn't we agree to discuss each other, do we need to start so hard?" Lonen said with tears in his eyes, a sad and helpless expression.

"Actually, when I was teaching me the eight swords of Guiyuan, several elder brothers also said that the time of life and death is often the best time to comprehend kung fu and sword skills. This is also the best shortcut to practice. Not one of them." When he said this, Gu Fenghua's sword slammed out again.

In fact, Gu Fenghua does not have the peculiar hobby of Loenen who bases happiness on the pain of others, and she never wants her best friend to be hurt in the slightest, but she knows very well that if she doesn't do this, Loenen will never It is impossible to comprehend Duankong Zhanlangjue within three months, for the safety of her life, she can only be ruthless.

"It hurts so much, help me, I'm going to kill someone, help me, help me..." Then, in the quiet courtyard for many days, Miss Luo screamed helplessly one after another, and sheathed her sword. The crisp sound of being pulled down on the body.

"Hey, why bother, even if there was something you didn't like in the past, you can just beat it for a few hours casually, why bother to hit it so hard, it's all his own people." Luo Enen, whose Fenghua had turned into a pig's head, said sympathetically, but there was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and the words "gloating" were almost engraved on his forehead.

"I originally said this sentence." Ye Wuse said a little depressed. He was about to speak, but Fatty Bai rushed to say what he wanted to say.

"Let me tell you once to enjoy it first, and you can talk about it later." Fatty Bai said.

"While?" Ye Wuse looked at Fatty Bai strangely.

Fatty Bai was stunned, and suddenly realized that this sentence seemed a bit unlucky, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Okay, stop screaming, go and have a rest." Gu Fenghua finally let go of Lonen, pointing the scabbard at the fat man, "Beautiful man, it's your turn."

"Me?" The ominous premonition became a reality, and Fatty Bai's face changed drastically.