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

The spring rain is falling.

As the breeze swept across Zhulu Plain, Liu Ruyan's already thin body looked even thinner.

She was dressed in plain clothes, with her back to everyone, standing in the wind and rain with a sword in hand.

His eyes were clear, with no sadness or joy in his gaze, as if he had no idea what fear was.

Huangfu Long looked at Liu Ruyan and suddenly felt a little cold for some reason.

This little girl’s cultivation level is only at the Qi Refining Stage. She is clearly just an ant and can be killed with a snap of a finger.

But his raised hand was unable to fall, and there was even a sense of unreasonable fear spreading.

He had a premonition.

As long as the palm falls, there will be extremely serious consequences, which he cannot bear.

Even Yuan Gui on Wolong Mountain might not be able to afford this price...

Huangfu Long hesitated.

The raised hand took a long time to fall, and Zhuluyuan suddenly became silent.

In this eerie silence.

Tightly closed stone doors kept opening all around, and the Great Wilderness monks who had been hiding in the dark pushed the doors open one after another and gathered silently towards the brothel.

There are more and more monks in the Great Wilderness.

In the end, it turned into a huge crowd of people.

They walked forward in silence and stood behind Liu Ruyan.

It was as if the deafening sound before had completely awakened the unyielding will in their bones, and it was also as if they could not bear to see Liu Ruyan die alone.

With more and more people.

Huangfu Long's expression became increasingly ugly.

He didn't understand.

These people were clearly scared to death, so why did they resolutely stand behind Liu Ruyan and were ready to die with this little girl!

Since I can’t figure it out.

Then I'd better not think about it.

Huangfu Long looked back at Wolongshan, and slowly bent his fingers before knocking. He exhaled a breath of foul air and said coldly: "Demon Hunters, prepare--"

The Demon Hunters are an army.

Although every warrior in the Demon Hunting Army is a master, they are always at the top of the pyramid no matter where they are in the world.

But they are still an army.

Since we are in the army, we must obey orders.

Now the master of the Demon Hunting Army is Yuan Gui, and he can only obey Yuan Gui's orders.

As Huangfu Long bent his fingers.

The killing formation that was hanging three meters above the brothel slowly fell down, sweeping with murderous intent. In just a moment, it could evolve into endless murderous intent and slaughter all these people.

The top of Wolong Mountain.

Yuan Gui stood with his hands behind his back, a faint light surging in his pupils. Even though they were thousands of feet apart, one could still feel his mystery and power.

There was no expression on his face.

Like a sculpture, he silently looked at Liu Ruyan who was standing at the front of the crowd.

After a long time.

He turned and left, and a cold voice came into Zhuluyuan: "Go back!"

Hear this.

Huangfu Long's palm, which was about to clench into a fist, suddenly relaxed, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

I finally understood that the previous fear was not groundless.

Yuan Gui left at the last moment, probably because he saw something.

After taking a deep look at Liu Ruyan, he silently withdrew his troops and disappeared in Zhuluyuan in an instant.

This little girl is so weird.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if his palm fell, but it would definitely not be a good thing.

As Yuan Gui and the Demon Hunting Army retreated.

A cheer rang out in Zhulu Plain, the sound sweeping across the world like a tide and spreading across the fields like a heavy drum.

this moment.

All the cultivators in the Great Wilderness of the Holy Ruins seemed to have heard the sound of a drum.

It was just like the people of the Great Wilderness who knelt in Chang'an at night to welcome the emperor's family to the world, and the sound was heard when the emperor was about to massacre Chang'an.

Even if you are as humble as an ant and your life is as cheap as grass.

But when countless ants stopped kneeling on the ground and looked up at the sky, they saw lights forming a galaxy.

......

Holy battlefield, wild mountains.

Chen Zhian, who was walking slowly in the drizzle of spring rain, suddenly stopped, looked up at the knife light, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because of that moment before.

He seemed to hear a familiar voice.

It is the sound of the Dengwen drum.

In a battle in Chang'an at night, Chen Zhian ascended to heaven and beat the drum to kill the saint.