I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Slightly.

The sick boy shook his buttocks off the bench, and he stood up with the momentum, and glanced back indifferently.

"Miss Yingying, what do you want to discuss?"

Yingying was taken aback for a moment, unable to react for a while.

"Go, the backyard is in this direction, right?"

The sick young man took her hand, embraced Que'er, and walked away from the battlefield with hugs left and right under the dumbfounded gazes of many.

very natural.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

"stop!"

The ghost-faced old man finally returned to his senses.

"Retained, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou stopped and didn't look back, just raised the folding fan in his hand and shook it, lazily said:

"My son is not afraid of you, but because he knows your boss is away, he is too lazy to bully you."

"If you call me again, my guards will be rude."

The crowd around the audience were startled, and for a moment they didn't know whether this lazy posture was just pretending, or whether they had the confidence to do so.

But combined with the flick of the sick young man when he got up just now...

Is it fake?

right?

"Suspected, passive value, +652."

The ghost-faced old man's face darkened: "Then I'll be rude!"

He was very demeanor, and even let him know before making a move.

After saying that, he stepped out with a false step, the soles of his feet collapsed, and his burly figure shot away like a lightning bolt piercing through the air.

"My lord, be careful!"

Yingying and Que'er's expressions changed.

The sick young man dared to underestimate the second head of the ghost gang and turned his back on him. The two of them were as fearful of this ghost-faced old man's name as thunder and as fearful as a tiger.

Ghosts and gods, local snakes.

Who in the locals doesn't know that this is the force that Shen Yi stayed in Yujing City to protect Yougui Pavilion and Aunt Xiang?

Over the years, not to mention that Aunt Xiang was not around, those who dared to verbally blaspheme were found and killed by the ghosts and gods.

Now that Aunt Xiang is back, the Guild of Ghosts and Gods wakes up like a sleeping lion, straightening out and preparing for battle at all times.

After all, gods are also strong, and there were many enemies back then.

In recent days, there have been quite a few people who came to Yougui Pavilion overtly and secretly wanting to provoke troubles, but they were all stopped by the ghosts and gods in advance.

Not to mention the small ones.

Shen Yi himself was at odds with Dao Qiongcang!

The ghosts and gods knew about Aunt Xiang's return a month ago, so they held a swearing-in meeting, and even made preparations to fight against the Holy Spirit Hall—once the Holy Spirit Hall had any intention of attacking Yougui Your Excellency.

Now, with a single word from the sick young man, he directly provoked the assistants of the ghosts and gods. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is trying to make an example to some people!

Misfortune comes from the mouth...

It's a pity that such a charming young man hasn't had time to enjoy himself...

Yingying and Que'er had their own thoughts, and closed their eyes in despair.

Then when the shocking lightning came, it stopped suddenly, and a loud noise exploded on the ground.

rush!

"what sound?"

Yingying and Que'er didn't wait for the aftermath of the ghost face's punch to kill them, they opened their eyes with difficulty and looked back, only to see that the ghost face old man had been controlled by a silver white sword energy at some point.

The sword energy was unstoppable, its sharpness was unspeakable, it pierced through the private rooms on the second and third floors of Yougui Pavilion, pierced through the dark copper-colored osmanthus wood floor, and even pierced through the formation protecting the pavilion.

"Srustling..."

Until the sawdust rolled down from the top of the head, the surrounding audience woke up like a dream.

"Sword Qi!"

"Gu Jianxiu!"

"That's right, Mr. Xu claims to be the descendant of the Eastern Sword Burial Tomb. It's not surprising that he is an ancient sword cultivator...but when did he make the move?"

Everyone looked around and saw that the sick young man had a beautiful woman in each of his left and right hands, and the folding fan in his palm was clearly unmoved.

That sword energy was not from him!

"Guard!"

"Mr. Xu is the descendant of Taixu, and has an invisible invisible guard!"

"Second master..."

"Senior Ghost Face, be careful!"

"Admired, passive value, +264."

"Suspected, passive value, +558."

"Being glared at, passive value, +32."

Amidst the sword energy, the ghost-faced old man looked suspicious.

He already tried his best to pay attention to this sick young man. After all, Feng Xiao had already exaggerated his resignation and described Xu Gusheng, and he was in person, so he could faintly sense the threat.

I never thought that this sick young master has only one guard before he makes a move, so amazing.

With this "everything is a sword", even he could only see half a finger flashing in the void when he made the move, and he was caught without seeing the whole thing.

"Float!"

The ghost-faced old man let out a low growl, and his already burly beast-like body swelled, revealing the outline of gnarled muscles.

There was a faint light on his body, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and his white temples had receded into gray-brown.

The terrifying air waves swept away like mountains and seas, pushing the surrounding audience flying backwards, and the tables and chairs in Yougui Pavilion exploded.

"break!"

Flying in the air, the ghost-faced old man broke through the blockade of the sword qi forcefully, and slapped the sick young man hard on the back.

gymnastics? !

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils dilated slightly, and the paper fan in his hand lowered a little.

"Yes, my son."

There was a dull sound in the void.

At the same time, a tightly wrapped figure in a black combat uniform and a black faceless mask appeared.

He was stuck between the sick young man and the ghost face, facing the grand palm, raised two fingers, and stabbed straight away.

"Tell me."

Boom!

An extremely muffled sound rose.

The menacing attack of the ghost-faced old man was once again forcefully stopped.

The condensed power penetrating through the body like a shadowless sword visibly stroked from the clothes on the old man's chest to his back, and then pierced the clothes on his back, then disappeared again.

"boom!"

The ghost-faced old man looked fine, but the entire expensive dark copper-colored osmanthus wood wall of Yougui Pavilion behind him, together with the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, collapsed in an instant.

Light penetrates from outside.

The surprised eyes of passers-by on the long street cast their eyes instantly.

Among the collapsed walls, Feng Xiao dazedly wiped a bloodstain from an inexplicable cut on his left ear, and his whole body began to tremble.

He was just kicked away by Senior Ghost Face, and just as he walked back, he almost hit the tip of a sword!

only……

Feng Xiao's trembling was not from fear.

It was because after crossing this wall, he saw the person who blasted him away before, that guard!

And the sword style that the sick young man guarded and pointed at the palm of Senior Ghost Face!

"Ten-segment sword fingers..."

Feng Xiao had a hellish expression, "How can you know the full version of the ten-segment sword finger?!"

Inside Yougui Pavilion, passers-by on Changjie all had wonderful expressions.

People in Zhongyu may have no feelings for the new Seventh Sword Immortal, but they are familiar with the Eighth Sword Immortal.

The ten-segment sword finger is exactly the famous stunt of the eight masters.

It itself is not very strong, what is strong is the user's understanding of the way of the sword, and the concept of making moves in this style.

It is rumored that those who have mastered the ten-level sword finger have a chance to realize the foundation of the second-generation Chu Shen Nian Jian Nian.

This is naturally crazy!

But after the "fall" of the Eighth Sword Immortal, the world couldn't find the full version of the ten-stage sword finger, because the eighth sword fairy didn't bother to teach his disciples at all.

Now, in Yougui Pavilion, someone has used the full version of the ten-segment sword finger?

"Who is it!"

"There was a fight inside?"

"Hey, it's a coincidence to catch up with the market! I don't have money to enter Yougui Pavilion on weekdays, but today the gate opens to welcome me, so I can have a good look at it... Damn, ghosts and gods?"

"Come on, come on!"

In the middle of the battle, the ghost-faced old man ignored the onlookers, only terrified by the pain in his palms and the cold on his back.

It's unbelievable that people can still be hurt after turning on the fluctlight.

Such a finger, such a "point of the way", must be a masterpiece, this ancient sword repair guard is not comparable to Feng Xiao's half-baked level!

"Ten-segment sword fingers..."

"This Xu Gusheng comes from the Jianjian Tomb in the Eastern Region, which belongs to Wen Ting, and Wen Ting and Ba Zun are friends..."

The ghost-faced old man was surprised that he ran into a true ancient sword cultivator who was just a guard, but when the battle started, he had no intention of retreating.

"Kaiyang!"

With another shout, the ghost-faced old man's jacket exploded, blood flowed rapidly from his body, and his half body covered in scars burned red like a boiling pot.

When the body of the treasure is glowing, it can be vaguely seen that the acupuncture points all over its body are like golden needles, bursting out with dazzling light.

Amidst the sound of crackling bones and clenching, the ghost-faced old man issued a rolling thunder sound from his throat, and his body's energy and blood surged, turning into the cry of a dragon and an elephant.

"Open it for me!"

After his palm was exhausted, he took root in Wuming, regenerated his strength, and knocked back the sick young man's guard three steps with a bang.

"Tat-tat-tat."

The ghost-faced old man slapped the opponent back with his palm, and he himself was pushed back half a step by the sword finger. After he regained his composure, surprise remained in his eyes.

Is this also the power of ten sword fingers?

It actually contains some anti-shock methods of physical skills... Those eight masters really deserve their reputation!

"Second real body, was shot back?"

On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou hugged the two girls and looked back in surprise, as if looking at a monster.

This is the second real body, the strength of the Holy Emperor Lv. 0, which is equivalent to half of the deity blessed by various treasures, objects, and powers.

Even if you don't use your strength to push it, it has always been the case of knocking others away, but now you will be forced to retreat.

Doesn't this mean that the ghost-faced old man's physical strength is terrifyingly strong?

"God also..."

"The gate of ghosts is closed, and the gods are called gods..."

"Ghosts and Gods Gang, Second Master, Ghost Face..."

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.

He had inquired about Taishu before, and after finding no results, he found an opportunity to ask Bazun about it.

The physical skills of the eight gods who once said that they are also gods are not like him, only have "body" and no "skill".

What he majors in is a method of opening acupuncture points, which is called "ancient martial arts".

Ancient martial arts, for ancient sword repair.

The latter is purely based on the talent of enlightenment, if you can't understand it, you can't understand it; the former directly depends on your physical aptitude, if you don't practice it, you will die.

As a result, it is less circulated, and its inheritance is almost cut off. It is rarer than dragons and phoenixes, and there are not many to be found throughout the entire continent.

Even what the Eight Masters understand, those who study ancient martial arts, apart from the gods, only know that there is one of the six parts of the Holy Spirit Hall.

But the inheritance of the body part is even more severe, because the gods are also valued because they have succeeded, which is naturally different from the fierce man who calls the gods behind the gate of hell.

Right now, the ghost-faced old man, it is obvious that he has really followed the gods for a long time, and he has practiced real ancient martial arts, that is, the method of opening acupuncture points and the "skill" of physical skills!

"Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship, I don't know what to call you?"

The ghost-faced old man briefly stopped his attack, looked at the burnt blood hole in his palm, and stared at the guard of the sick young man with startled eyes.

The power in his body was still burning, his face was flushed, his forehead was bruised, it was curiosity that suppressed his desire to fight.

The sick young man's guard remained silent.

The sick boy impolitely tapped the back of his guard's head with a folding fan, "He's famous."

The ghost-faced old man's eyes were fixed, and his tone was not kind: "Mr. Xu, is this how you treat your subordinates?"

He turned his eyes again, "Brothers have such astonishing attainments in ancient swordsmanship, but they can still compete for the name of the new Seven Swords Immortals, how can they be willing to be inferior to others?"

At this moment, the ghost-faced old man clearly saw the puppet-like brother in battle uniform, his body trembled, and he raised his head with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

This look is so familiar!

Longing, longing, longing for the future and light... When I was young, didn't I also have this light in my eyes?

But with a light pat from the sick young man, the folding fan knocked Jinren's head down, taking away his light along the way.

"A guard is a guard, and a slave is a slave."

"With this level of strength, what are you talking about about the New Seven Swords Immortals? Just as generous as that Feng Xiao?"

With a swipe, everyone's eyes glanced to the outside of Yougui Pavilion, even the brothers from the Ghosts and Gods Gang couldn't help but look over.

Feng Xiao's face was flushed, he covered his ears, and almost buried his head in his chest.

"Brothers!"

He suddenly raised his head again, regained his spirit, strode into the pavilion, and said as he walked:

"I can't do it."

"But you are the true biography of the Burial Sword Tomb, and you have cultivated ten sword fingers, and you can even hurt Senior Guiqian. With such a cultivation level, how can you be inferior to others?"

"My generation of sword cultivators should go forward bravely and fight for the name...you have the appearance of the Seven Swords Immortal!"

The sick young man covered his fan and smiled, his eyes were fierce: "You are defeated, is there a place for you to talk here?"

"I will not be defeated by you!" Feng Xiao glared and shouted, not wanting to talk to this good-for-nothing son, but looking at all the guards, "You..."

"There's no need to say more, my guard will never leave me... right? Everyone."

"Yes!" The second real body turned around helplessly and nodded in cooperation.

The ghost-faced old man was very angry when he saw this.

Such a sword cultivator was actually broken in the hands of a sick and weak young man, what reason did he have for falling into his hands?

If the Guild of Ghosts and Gods can accept this person...

He turned his eyes, and Feng Xiao received it. He strode forward and said seriously: "Brother Jinren, I didn't say..."

"If you didn't say it, then don't say it!"

"Xu Gusheng, shut up! What do you know about ancient sword repair?" Feng Xiao was really angry now.

"Oh, then you know Gu Jianxiu very well?" The sick man came over with his fan shaking without hesitation, and said with a sneer:

"It's your sword, Twilight, who can't even protect you, that made you, let you understand the ancient sword repair."

"Or is it because your swordsmanship is unrivaled that you dare to talk grandly in front of me, the heir of the Burial Sword Tomb?"

Feng Xiao's momentum froze, and his face turned pale and pale.

Thinking of his sword being broken by the guards instructed by this person, he became furious and wanted to speak out.

The sick boy snorted coldly, Feng Xiao's words got stuck in his throat for no reason, and he couldn't get out.

Yougui Pavilion, passers-by outside the street, and all the onlookers gathered their eyes.

Even the ghost-faced old man looked at the sick young man in silence, watching him come with his aura and climb steadily.

"My lord, I don't know how you people from Central Region think of Gu Jianxiu, how you imitate Gu Jianxiu, how you imitate learning to walk, and how you wear Meng's clothes."

"But the ancient sword cultivator I met in the Eastern Region can fight the whole family to protect a sword!"

"Even if it fails, even if you die, even if one or two members of the family die... the real ancient sword cultivator never gave up the way in her heart."

The sick young man's eyes were burning, staring at Feng Xiao whose face turned pale and his figure was shaky, he sneered and said:

"You are the throne of swordsmanship!"

"My lord doesn't believe it. You have just fought, and you have no ability to protect the sword."

"It's just that in your heart, everyone is much better than you. If you go too far, if you are abrupt, if you resist, you will die."

"Your life is higher than a sword, and you can only howl... For a person like you who claims to be an ancient sword cultivator and has insulted too many people, how dare you talk about swords in front of me?"

The paper fan lightly hit Feng Xiao's trembling face, and he slowly raised his chin.

With a sound of "poof", Feng Xiao's body shook violently, his heart turned against the blood, his eyes became slack on the spot, and blood spewed out from his mouth.

The sick young man turned sideways in time, and with a flick of the folding fan, half of his face was pinned.

"Changing the road, you are not worthy to carry a sword!"

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