As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Inside the Wolong Mountain Cave.

Chen Zhian hid in the crowd with a sword case on his back, looking at the corpses on the ground expressionlessly, as calm as a still pond.

During this period of time, he has killed no less than a hundred geniuses from the imperial family.

Xiao Hanhe, Zhou You, and Lin Tianyue all died in his hands!

But he felt it wasn't enough.

The saints of the imperial family attacked Chen A'man and An Lan repeatedly, and even broke Huang Laogou's physical body.

This is an irreconcilable feud, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

It's not something that can be revealed with just one sentence...

It’s a pity that so many geniuses were killed.

The imperial clans were never allowed to completely fall out with each other.

He didn't expect that old man Zhou Jianfo would not go to grab the imperial soldiers and jump out to smooth things over...

Silently retracting his gaze, Chen Zhian turned and walked away, saying in secret: "Senior, we can't take action again in the short term.

Zhou Jianfo's end.

There's no way we can be given a second chance.

If I make another move, I’m afraid they’ll kill me…”

"You are the thigh, you have the final say."

The drunkard lifted the gourd and took a sip of wine, saying, "I am only half a step away from becoming a quasi-saint. Half a year should be enough. Then we can go hunt the dragon.

The Taoist priest has only two friends in his life, that old dog and Chen Erniu. Chen Erniu is a dung licker and is unreliable.

But the Taoist priest couldn’t just watch the old dog die and do nothing.”

Chen Zhian paused slightly.

He said in secret, "Senior, the old butler is not dead. The little yellow dog found the mark he left behind in the Wind God Valley a hundred thousand miles away. However, his body is completely broken. I am afraid it will be difficult for him to enter the Saint Realm again!"

"Then it would be better to die!"

The drunkard curled his lips and said with a smile: "Don't be fooled by the shabby appearance of that guy Lao Gou. He follows Chen Erniu and calls himself an old servant. In fact, he is arrogant and proud. Cutting off the great way is more painful than killing him."

Although the drunkard said so.

But when he heard the news that Huang Laogou was not dead, he seemed to be in a good mood and gulped down a pot of wine.

After finishing the drink, he spread his hands and asked Chen Zhian for more wine...

Chen Zhian silently calculated how much he had drunk today.

It hasn't reached the point of going crazy yet.

I had no choice but to hand him another pot.

Before coming to the Holy Ruins, Liu Qi repeatedly warned that if you meet a drunkard, you must not give him all the wine.

His master was powerless when he was not drunk.

When drunk, he would kill anyone who came before him.

......

Once again, I seriously told the drunkard not to steal other people's alcohol.

Chen Zhian led him towards Qianlongyuan.

The so-called Qianlong Abyss is actually a deep pool, which is where the Blood Knife Ancestor picked up the tattered holy armor.

This is also where Ji Wudao last appeared.

The independent cultivators who came to search for Ji Wudao were stationed there.

Under Zhang Erkui's deliberate exaggeration.

Chen Zhian, Ji Wudao's sworn brother, was not implicated.

Instead, he transformed himself into a righteous man who sacrificed his own relatives for the greater good.

"Mr. Wu, Senior Crazy Drunk, you are back."

See Chen Zhian come back.

An old monk in the Cave Heaven Realm quickly stood up, followed by most people standing up and saluting them.

Chen Zhian glanced at everyone and nodded slowly, saying, "Senior Jiufengzi and I have seen it.

Those people indeed died at the hands of Ji Wudao. Their souls were shattered by the Heavenly Emperor's Seal and destroyed.

As for the three grand masters.

The drunken senior said that his head and soul were cut off in an instant.

The person who made the move must be at least a great master swordsman...

Perhaps he is Ji Wudao's protector."

"It is Ji Wudao indeed..."

Everyone's face changed slightly, excited but also filled with despair.

Ji Wudao has a great master to protect him.

The strongest among these independent cultivators is only at the Cave Heaven Realm.

You are not qualified to participate in this hunt...

Some people even began to consider quitting.

Chen Zhian chuckled and said, "Don't be discouraged, Ji Wudao may have protectors, but we also have a grandmaster.

Opportunity is a gift from heaven.

As long as we unite, we may have a chance.”

"Mr. Wu is right."

The old cultivator in the Cave Heaven Realm looked around and nodded, saying, "So many geniuses have died in the Imperial Clan, they will definitely send a grandmaster into Wolong Cave. When a great battle breaks out, who will care about Ji Wudao?

Besides, we, the casual cultivators, entered the Holy Ruins hoping to fish in troubled waters. If Ji Wudao was really that easy to kill, how could we get a chance to take advantage of him?"

"Mr. Wu, what do you think we should do?"

A female cultivator in the Tongxuan realm asked a question in the crowd.

The female cultivator was of ordinary appearance, but her eyes were as bright as the moon.

It gives people an elusive feeling.

Chen Zhian winked at her and said with a smile, "Of course, we should be shameless and hang out with the imperial family, keep a close eye on them, and pay attention to their every move, so as not to let them secretly capture Ji Wudao.

For us.

The longer Ji Wudao persists, the greater our chances.

The ownership of the emperor's troops has not been determined and the emperor's tomb has not been opened.

The saints came to the Holy Ruins to prove their truth and become emperors, but they would not spend too much energy for Ji Wudao...

Ladies and gentlemen, this may be your only chance to change your fate.

Ji Wudao has in his hands holy weapons, emperor-level skills, the Golden Entanglement Technique, and the unknown inheritance of Wolong Mountain. Any one of them will be enough for us to rise.

Although we are just casual cultivators.

But who says that casual cultivators don’t deserve opportunities?

You must know that 20,000 years ago, the Ancient Emperor was just a casual cultivator.

Maybe in the near future.

Another ancient emperor will emerge from among us!"

......

"Well said. We came to the Holy Ruins to change our fate. How can we accomplish anything if we are timid?"

A man with a sword on his back stood up, glanced at the crowd, and said coldly: "I, Yan, entered the realm of Tongxuan at the age of 46, and I believe I am not inferior to others.

Since entering the Holy Ruins, due to the weakness of my sect, I could only watch those trash take away my opportunities.

Even the head of my sect was used as cannon fodder. He was strangled to death while investigating the emperor's tomb, and no trace of his body was found.

This time, I, Yan, will never retreat again!"

“Brother Yan Bo’s words make sense. The imperial family is used to being overbearing. They even forbade us from approaching the battlefield and not letting us observe.

Fortunately, Mr. Wu is a man of great righteousness.

Only then did we know Ji Wudao’s true strength and background.

The Imperial Clan wants to monopolize Ji Wudao's opportunity, but we won't let them do so. I have a suggestion: we, the independent cultivators, should form an alliance and fight for the interests that belong to us!"

The woman in the Tongxuan realm also spoke excitedly.

"Seconded!"

"Okay, I, the Wind Chaser, agree!"

"I nominate Senior Drunkard to be the leader."

When the casual cultivators thought of their own miserable fates, they felt a little indignant for a moment and began to echo each other.

When there is danger, they serve as cannon fodder; when there is an opportunity, the descendants of the imperial family take it first, followed by the major sects.

Only those who don’t want it will get their turn.

The casual cultivators have had enough of this kind of frustrating life...

"Everyone, it's not impossible to form an alliance, but if we confront the imperial family head-on, if we provoke the wrath of the saint, I'm afraid he will crush us all with just a wave of his hand!"

The old monk was worried and spoke hesitantly.

"Master Fu, why should you be afraid of that?"

The female monk chuckled and said, “The hunting battlefield is about to begin, which is related to the birth of the emperor realm. The saints need cannon fodder to conquer for them, and they dare not execute us at all.

And you may have forgotten the three red lines of the Ancient Emperor.

The King of Chenliu ascended to heaven and beat the drum, presiding over the order of the human world. With him watching over the Holy Ruins, not even a saint dared to break the rules.

If the saint really dares to crush us casual cultivators to death, I'm afraid he will be dead soon!"

"Ok?"

Chen Zhian looked at the female monk in surprise.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He never expected that he had anything to do with this.

Am I so invincible?

He really didn't know about this...