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

When Tu Su heard this, his face turned visibly cold. It was fine that he had played with the maid, but this bitch actually played with his concubine?

Tolerable or unbearable.

The most important thing is the three thousand beauties in the harem.

Which one is it playing?

Glancing at the maid behind him, Tu Su's murderous intent gradually rose in his heart, and his expression was cold as he said, "Feng Hua Qiu Yue, the four of you go skin this wild dog, remove its tendons, clean it up, and then invite the Tengu tribe to come to the feast."

"Yes, sir..."

The four maids turned pale as they dragged the ten-foot-long wild dog to the waterfall and began to skin it and pull out its tendons.

After they walked away, Tu Su forced a smile on his face again, and said faintly: "Although the Tengu tribe is my captive dogs, you are my brothers and sisters in the same trench.

Since you brothers want to eat dog meat, let’s have a good meal today…”

"Master Tu is so generous!"

Xue Niuma exclaimed in admiration, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, from now on, we, the monks of Qingliang Mountain, will follow your lead. Not to mention killing Chen Zhian, we will also capture that bitch Tan Tai Mingyue for you. I've been annoyed by her pretentious appearance for a long time!"

"Catch-alive"

Wang Tiedao, the commander of Qingliang Mountain, drew the iron knife from his waist and held it high.

All of a sudden, the Qingliang Mountain bandits drew their swords and shouted, "Capture Chen Zhian and Tan Tai Mingyue alive for Master Tu!"

Tu Su looked at the nearly eight hundred monks who were pointing their swords at the sky with loud arrogance, and the unhappiness in his heart completely disappeared.

Standing on a high place, he bowed slightly, showing a proper and decent smile, and pressed his palm down into the air, saying slowly: "My fellow lords, we share the same fate, and we are all fighting for the glory of our ancestors.

Let’s just eat dog meat today.

When the battle for the throne is resumed, we will fight our way into the Great Wilderness, and Tu Su will drink with you again."

.......

By the big river.

Wang Liu used the sword called "Yuanhe" to dig two pits with only one sword, and threw his previous companions into the pits one by one, and then filled them with soil again.

Then he stood beside another smaller pit in silence.

If he guessed correctly, the other pit belonged to him.

But he had no choice.

He didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

He couldn't even defeat Tan Tai Ming Yue alone.

What’s more, Chen Zhian, who is even more skilled in swordsmanship.

As a swordsman, he knew better than anyone how terrifying Chen Zhian's previous sword was.

Within a radius of three meters.

After Chen Zhian swung his sword, looking at the virtual gods in the world, he was afraid that no one could escape unscathed except for a few people.

He was silent at this time.

Not thinking about how to escape or fight back.

Instead, I was thinking about what posture would be more handsome to die in.

As a sword cultivator, perhaps dying by his own sword could be considered a relief, but it was a pity that 'Yuanhe' would have to sleep with him forever.

Think of this.

Wang Liu couldn't help but feel sad, he drew his sword and held it across his neck and sighed, "I have been honing my sword for half my life, I thought the sword Tianhe was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but today I know there is no limit.

Being able to see the sword power of the world, Liu died without regrets.

Unfortunately, the Yuan River sank.

There is no longer any chance for the sword to plant the celestial river and illuminate the heavens!"

"What is he doing?"

Chen Zhian sat on a big rock and looked at Wang Liu in confusion.

"Perhaps he saw your swordsmanship and felt that he could never chase you in this life, so his heart was broken and he left his last words!"

Tan Tai Ming Yue, whose eyes were always on the upper reaches of the river, said lightly.

"So that's it."

Chen Zhian showed a look of realization on his face, and sighed faintly: "As expected of a pure sword cultivator, he is willing to sacrifice his life for this. As the saying goes, "It is enough to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening", this is probably the case..."

The sword on Wang Liu's neck trembled slightly, and he said timidly: "Actually, my sword heart is not that pure..."

Chen Zhian smiled and said, "Tell me who you are and where you are from. Whether you live or die is another matter. After all, although your swordsmanship is poor, the pit you dug is not bad, so it is not completely useless."

"The pit is not bad..."

Wang Liu felt insulted. As a sword cultivator, the sword intent he swung out was like a surging river, and he had already seen the way to enlightenment.