My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Just seeing that Mr. Shuiyue doesn't recognize Zhang Haoran, one knows that he is definitely not the last type. At most, he just practiced with Old Man Tianquan for a few days. only!

"Hahahaha, I thought it was too much. It turns out that he is just a registered disciple. With such an identity, I am ashamed to make friends with Mr. Shuiyue."

"Placing gold on his own face, he thinks he has a big face."

"If you want to lose face and hide in Xinghua country, you just throw it in our Guanghua country. It seems that Xinghua country can't find anyone. Why did they send out such a thing?"

"Shame, it is definitely the greatest shame in the history of the Ten Directions Ceremony to have such a person participate in the Ten Directions Ceremony!"

Sarcasm, ridicule, flooded like a tide. Zhang Haoran's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he really wished he could find a hole in the ground and go down.

Gu Fenghua and the others couldn't laugh or cry, Zhang Haoran took the initiative to salute Mr. Shuiyue, and they could guess what his intention was, but they didn't expect that Mr. Shuiyue's personality was so straightforward, he didn't have any human feelings at all, and he just said a few words. He fell into the abyss, and it is estimated that this is also a shame that he will never be able to wash away in his life.

"Do it, what are you still doing?" Qiu Mingxuan shouted angrily.

It's fine for Zhang Haoran to pretend to be X, so why involve him? Doesn't this make him lose face too? To put it bluntly, they had actually studied with Old Man Tianquan for a few months, but they had just come to Old Man Tianquan when they met Mr. Shuiyue, so he had no impression of him at all.

But they know these things, others don't. In the eyes of others, they are obviously the kind of shameless people who call themselves registered disciples after receiving a few pointers, and put money on their faces.

This embarrassment is really too great. Only a quick battle and hearty victories one after another can wash away the shame on the few of them.

"I, Xinghuaguo Zhang Haoran, challenge you!" Zhang Haoran also thought of this, immediately drew out his long sword, and said with a standard holy teacher's gift.

The sword light flickered, and the eight blue holy beads also shone brightly on his forehead.

Suppressing the piercing sense of shame in his heart, strong self-confidence emerged on his face. As long as there are no major accidents, he will undoubtedly win this duel between the eighth-rank Dharma Saint and the seventh-rank Dharma Saint!

"Zhang Haoran, right? I've heard of you. Go down, you're not my opponent." Seeing the eight holy beads on Zhang Haoran's forehead, Chen Xinzhong looked calm.

"Bluffer, do you think I don't know your cultivation level, a mere seventh-rank Dharma Sage dares to speak so brazenly, pretending to be struck by lightning, haven't you heard of it?" Zhang Haoran said disdainfully.

"Not only have I heard it, but I have seen it just now. The disciple of the old man Tianquan is amazing, amazing." Chen Xinzhong laughed loudly.

Under the stage, there was a burst of laughter again. He was ashamed to say that pretending to be X was hacked, how could he have forgotten that just now he failed to pretend to be X, but he was the one who brought shame on himself instead?

"Looking for death!" Accidentally poking his own sore spot, Zhang Haoran became angry from embarrassment, and slashed out with a sword.

The light of the sword flew across like a rainbow piercing the sun, but within it, there was a sense of a natural epee without a front. Although it looks simple, it contains countless changes.