I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

They looked at each other a few times, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Spiritualists are not real immortals. Even if they have realized the Tao, entered the throne, and their life limit has been improved, there are very few people who can live longer than 200 years.

The limit of cultivation within such a lifespan is the "Tao Realm" of the throne.

The five people here are almost all of this level, the throne of the Dao realm, and what they compete for is the strength of the Dao they have realized, and whether they are proficient or not.

Like the two elders, the way they have realized is so-so, and they can't master it. It is very likely that they will be like this for the rest of their lives.

But above the "Tao Realm", it is completely different.

Perceiving the depth of the Dao, successfully cutting it, and stepping into the throne of the "Slashing Dao Realm", not only can the cultivation base be raised a lot, but the upper limit of life can be increased by nearly ten times.

The old man in front of him dared to call the two elders and young men directly, could he be the throne of Dao Slashing Realm?

Jiang Bianyan looked at the old man's shoulder pole, then at the small ax on his waist, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

He seemed to have an answer, and asked with difficulty: "Senior, is... surnamed Cen?"

They were clearly opposing camps, but they unconsciously used the honorific title. One can imagine how shocked Jiang Bianyan was at this time.

The old man's eyes lit up instantly: "You actually know this old man?"

The other four were dumbfounded, they turned their heads to look at Jiang Bianyan, not knowing why.

"Who is he?"

Jiang Bianyan took a deep breath, as if to calm down the shock in his heart.

"Tzenchov!"

The old man nodded approvingly, but did not deny it.

The four of them could only stand in a daze, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

"But Tzenchov from the legend of 'The Woodcutter and the Axe'?"

Qiao Qianzhi unconsciously glanced at the small ax on the old man's waist. Although he was asking a question, he already had the answer in his heart.

Sure enough, when he saw Jiang Bianyan nodding, his heart was agitated.

There are many strong people in the world of spiritual masters, but there are very few who are truly legendary and can be remembered by the world.

The woodcutter and the axe, is one of them.

It is rumored that Cenchov was an ordinary person who spent his whole life going back and forth between the mountains and forests to earn a living. His daily task was to cut firewood and carry water. It has been like this for hundreds of years.

At the age when he was supposed to end his life and go to bed, this old man suddenly became enlightened, and he became the throne overnight. Afterwards, he used an iron ax and a pole to strike a world, shocking the world.

In the words of a spiritual master, this person spent his whole life realizing the way of the world of mortals, and as soon as he practiced, he reached the peak.

There are not many real geniuses in the world, the Eighth Sword Immortal counts as one, and the way of entering the Tao of the old man in front of him is absolutely unique!

After learning the identity of the old man, all four of them felt helpless in their eyes.

This is impossible to fight!

The legend of this person was famous hundreds of years ago.

This person is just like a hardcore character, let alone five people, I am afraid that if the number of people present is doubled, it is estimated that this old bone will not be able to knock it down.

"Didn't senior Cen live in seclusion in the mountains again? Why did he appear at the gate of this spiritual palace?" Jiang Bianyan asked.

"Haha." Cenchov laughed loudly, "The old man has indeed retired to the mountains and forests, but he can't stand up to the tricks of the young people nowadays. He even lied and lied, and put me on a thief's boat."

"So... the masked man invited you out of the mountain?"

"good."

Jiang Bianyan fell into silence, he suddenly understood why Ye Xiaotian didn't even want to show any expression when he saw that he brought two young people.

In the previous letter of appeal for help, he thought it would be a great deal of face to come by himself.

Never thought that the enemy of the Spirit Palace this time would be so powerful.

This is no longer a slap in the face, it's a proper slap in the face!

Not to mention a single river geese, ten river geese are not sure they just passed this old man!

"Senior has really become a 'Saint Slave'?" He still asked a little bit unwillingly.

"Little guy, don't try me anymore. After you get back alive, bring this information to the Holy Spirit Hall as soon as possible. If you have to, I will visit your headquarters."

Cenchov looked kind, but his words were astonishing.

The faces of the five people all turned dark, this is simply bad news!

Unknowingly, the "Holy Slave" has grown so huge that even people like Cenchov can invite them out of the mountains to fight for them?

Boom!

The old man stopped joking with them, and shook the pole to the ground again, causing the spirit palace to sparkle with waves.

"To be honest, I seldom kill animals anymore, so let's play a game..."

"what game?"

The five of them felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and felt their hairs explode. At this moment, their vigilance was raised to the highest level, and they never let go of the slightest disturbance around them.

If Cenchov wanted to make a move, he was afraid that with one blow, half of the people here would be disabled.

"Hey, don't be so nervous!"

Seeing the appearance of the five people, the old man not only smiled, but quickly waved his hands and said:

"I don't mean anything malicious, but I do have a mission today. In short, the five of you include all the thrones that will come next..."

"They all have to stay here."

Everyone was taken aback, dragging people tactics?

Qiao Qianzhi and Xiao Qixiu looked at each other, and both felt that something was wrong. If the old man was just procrastinating, who would be the main attacker?

The answer is self-evident:

Masked man!

"Sit down, sit down."

Tzenchov took out a mahogany chessboard and two boxes of black and white chess pieces, recalling:

"This is a good thing that the old man made himself in the early years. You can understand the world after killing a game. Anyway, it's okay to be idle. Let's chat while playing chess?"

He suddenly leaned on his crutches and thought, "Hmm... seems to be missing something?"

Then his eyes lit up, and he said, "Do you have melon seeds?"

Everyone: "..."

What the hell is eating melon seeds and playing chess, the palace is in great trouble, who has the spare time to accompany you to kill all sides in the chess game?

The two grumpy elders couldn't bear it immediately, the scholars could not be humiliated, they were provoked by door-to-door, who could hold back?

After looking at each other, both of them burst out with spirit energy, and appeared on both sides of Cenchov in an instant.

After encountering the masked man that night, several senior elders had already seen their own strength, but even if they are flying moths to the flame today, they still have to win a glimmer of hope for the latecomers of the Spirit Palace!

As long as he can injure Cen Qiaofu, Xiao Qixiu will definitely be able to keep up. With his attack power of the throne of swordsmanship, isn't it possible to leapfrog to kill the enemy...

bang bang!

Cenchov pulled out a shoulder pole, lifted one of them into the air, and drove another into the soil, then sighed.

"Oh, young and vigorous..."

Seeing this scene, the eyelids of the people in black behind them twitched wildly.

Even the elder is a blow?

How do you play this, is this old man a monster?

Even if the strengths of the two parties are not in the same small realm, they are both thrones anyway, so they have to show face and burst out their spiritual energy?

This pole is really beating people out of their wits.

Boom!

Cenqiaofu hit the ground with a stick again, shaking the formation of the Spirit Palace.

This more and more powerful blow seems to be able to blow up the big formation directly next time.

Housewarming's face darkened, repairing the formation is not an easy task.

"Didn't the senior say that he didn't plan to make a move, this big formation..."

"Knock the mountain and shake the tiger!"

Cenchov waved his hand and said casually, "Don't worry, your formation will not be broken."

"But the old man has to let people know that there are people fighting here, and the fighting will intensify, right? Otherwise, how could other people come to support you?"

Click!

Everyone petrified.

It turns out that from the very beginning, the big formation was knocked from time to time, and this is the reason?

Feeling bitter about moving, I secretly prayed that no one would come again, otherwise I was afraid that they would all be delayed?

call out!

At this moment, a short figure suddenly appeared, with white hair fluttering, and awe-inspiring momentum.

"Who is coming!"

Ye Xiaotian was very upset in his heart, a mere junior of the grand master himself failed to win, as long as it is not a masked person appearing in front of the gate of the spiritual palace this time, he must be made to look good!

When everyone saw the dean's presence, they felt sad instead of happy, and even their eyes dimmed.

Ye Xiaotian was dumbfounded, did he even lose his will?

He looked around, and there was no sign of a big battle...

"What's wrong?"

"Another throne?" Cenchov was overjoyed, he thrust his pole into the ground, and squatted down holding the chessboard.

"Come, come, come and play chess!"