I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"I have a passive skill ()"!

Huge and white crabapple flowers bloom every now and then on the mountain.

Above each crabapple, there are one or two white clothes, red clothes, and gray clothes. Standing, lying on his back, or lying down with a dull, bewildered, or intoxicated expression, he is repeating simple and profound rhythmic movements in accordance with a certain avenue rhythm.

"Hoo hoo..."

The wind rustled.

Haitang'er carried the unconscious Eight Masters on her back, and had already jumped from the depths of the mountain to the outskirts of the Eight Palaces.

At this time, not to mention ordinary white clothes can't make it in time.

Even Gou Wuyue, without the support of the sensor network of the cover of the country, may find it difficult to find the traces of this duo of saints and slaves.

"Well."

A slightly painful muffled sound sounded from the back, and Haitang'er stopped in time.

"woke up?"

When he turned his head, a pink crabapple flower bloomed in mid-air, and he put the person on it.

The scene was quiet for a long time.

The eight statues were sitting on the crabapple flowers, rubbing the back of their necks while looking up at the crabapple.

He didn't speak, just stared like this for a long time, Haitang'er couldn't stand it anymore.

"The situation was critical at the time, and you couldn't make a move now. I had no choice but to..."

"Are you sneaking up on me?"

Haitang'er's voice froze.

There was a cold look in the eyes of the eight masters, so they interrupted like this. For a while, he didn't know how to argue.

"yes!"

"It's really a fact."

Gritting her teeth, Haitang'er immediately continued: "But at that time, if you really want to fight Gou Wuyue, not to mention that your own injuries have not recovered, just the sword, you can take it..."

"Are you sneaking up on me?"

The scene was quiet again.

Haitang'er closed her eyes heavily, and didn't intend to say any more, "So what?"

The Eight Venerables spoke indifferently: "Gou Wuyue is a sword fairy, more than twice as strong as ordinary Tai Xu, I am unconscious, who can hold me back?"

"Czenchov can."

"Cenchov can do it, but who can hold back that secret puppet and other white clothes?"

"A storyteller can."

"Storytelling is just cutting Dao. A gang of cutting Dao has surrounded him. He can protect himself, but others will not be so stupid and don't go to other people when they have free time." Even if Ba Zun is in a coma, he has his own opinion of the situation judge.

"The second child is here."

Haitang'er couldn't continue, so she chose to confess.

"Second?"

Bazun was stunned, then paused, and his voice weakened: "You know, he's injured."

"Recovered." Haitang'er said.

"What did he tell you?"

"Um."

"Do you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

"Then?"

Haitang'er heard the sound and sighed: "Believe it or not, he opened the Dragon Melting Realm and attracted Gou Wuyue. He wants to fight to the death. You know his temper..."

"He wants to fight to the death, so you have to let him?"

Ba Zunfan got up suddenly, and said coldly: "If he really wants to fight to the death, it is impossible for Gou Wuyue to come to the White Cave smoothly in Qinglong County!"

"That's because someone stopped her." Haitang'er turned her head away, not daring to look directly at her.

"laugh."

Ba Zunfan sneered: "It's all an excuse."

He suddenly turned around and walked to the rear.

Haitang'er had to pave a flower path for her to prevent her from falling, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"go back."

"It's come to this point, you still go back? What can you do when you go back? In your current state, can you beat Gou Wuyue?"

"I am here, so he dare not kill."

"But he dared to catch you!" Haitang'er said angrily.

He didn't know the meaning of returning like this.

Cenchov desperately held back all the high-end white-clothed combat power so that it would not interfere with other battlefields.

Sang Qiye stopped Gou Wuyue with only one person's strength, for the purpose of leaving a way out for the eight masters?

As Haitang'er said before, it's come to this point, how can we go back?

This time, the painstaking efforts put in by many parties will be wasted in vain?

First seat, when did you become so hypocritical?

Seeing the way forward, one step at a time, the haggard voice without any hesitation, Haitang'er couldn't help shouting.

"The battle is over!"

He looked at the broken mountain in the distance, that sword intent, that scorching breath...

Also, that arrow!

Going back now, even the corpses will not be recovered, only two more lives will be lost!

"Do you have a sword?"

The eight gods didn't turn their heads, and a calm voice came from the front.

Haitang'er's heart trembled.

He knew that the three swords of Hua Changdeng in the past not only killed an era, but also killed the ruler of that era who was tired of holding the sword again.

But now, what did he hear?

sword?

"No sword!"

Haitang'er's voice trembled a little.

"Even if you have a sword, you can't pick it up."

"The road you chose, do you want to give up halfway?"

"Just because of the second child, just because of Gou Wuyue, just because of this little fight?"

"Do you know what you forgot?"

Haitang'er roared: "The real decisive battle is waiting for you in the back, without you, it won't work!"

Click.

The eight statues in front of him stopped, and he turned his head slowly.

"Begonia."

"Let's go?" Haitang'er's voice softened. Although it was one word, the meaning in the words was more like "Now that you've figured it out, come with me?"

Bazun shook his head slightly.

"Haitang'er, it's not that I forgot, it's that you are used to it."

"Wait, lurk..."

"We have been brewing and accumulating for too long, too long."

The eight gods raised their heads and looked at the broken sky. There were endless vicissitudes in their cloudy eyes. It seemed that the will of a lifetime had also been stained with dust by time.

But the words are loud and loud.

"Just like this flower."

He pointed to the crabapple at his feet, and said: "If you don't have the ability to spend all your time with it, then you will never know whether the most glorious moment you have seen and thought belongs to it is really true."

"Just like this hand!"

He spread the palms of both hands again, and his eight fingers trembled slightly, "As you can see, it is no longer as stable and stable as it was yesterday, but it has no sword and can't hold a sword. How can it mean that the ending is really just like this?"

The eight masters stared straight ahead at Haitang'er, pondered for a moment, and said earnestly:

"There is nothing in this world that allows you to meet it in the most perfect state of preparation."

"When the time is up, it is time."

"When the time comes, I can no longer refuse."

"If you can really see the brilliance of flowers and the fullness of human life, then you have given everything of yourself... In other words, you have prepared everything, so you can see the ending you want."

"But is the ending interesting? Is it really what you want to see?"

Haitang'er lowered her head.

He agrees with the first seat, but it doesn't mean he can accept it.

This time, if you make a move without preparing for perfection, the possible price will be that you will lose everything!

Bazun laughed, he knew what the other party was thinking.

"You are too extreme and too perfectionist."

"Not every step of life has to be measured to the same standard, and not everything in the world is just and not."

"Man, there is actually a third choice."

Haitang'er raised her eyes, her eyes were full of coldness, "Really? You haven't devoted your whole life, have you? How do you know the ending?"

"I don't know, but I can create, that's what I've been doing, isn't it?"

"Created with what?"

"With hands, with body, with will, with everything that can be used, with half-prepared preparations..."

Ba Zunwen gave many answers, and finally said after a meal: "Facing, not turning your back!"

With a bang, Haitang'er's heart contracted suddenly.

This is saying that he...

escape?

He gritted his teeth and wanted to refute.

"Let me go."

The eight monks pointed to the ruined mountain forest road below.

The place was devastated and desolate, and was swept away by the aftermath of the battle in the Eight Palaces, with all the roots and trees broken, broken branches and stones.

"oh."

Haitang'er reluctantly let him go.

Click it.

As soon as the eight gods fell to the ground, they stepped on a dead branch.

He looks down.

Haitang'er also lowered her head following his gaze.

Fragment...

Does this imply something?

Haitang'er felt that the sky was about to turn gray, and her whole body was shrouded in gloom and sorrow.

He couldn't persuade the chief seat at all!

Ba Zunfan moved away, seemed to think of something, and squatted down thoughtfully.

He picked up the dry branch that was broken in half, only about the length of his forearm, and looked at it for a long time.

"The first seat?"

Haitang'er looked at the direction of the battle situation behind him.

If you don't leave, Bai Yi will really catch up.

Bazun got up and looked side by side with him.

"The battle is not over." He suddenly whispered.

Haitang'er was startled when she heard the words, and it took a long time to realize that the first one was responding to what she just said, the battle between Gou Wuyue and the second child was over.

"Can you see it?" He was a little curious.

"I can't see it."

The eight statues know how to look into the distance.

With only acquired cultivation base, he was covered with injuries and illnesses, and all he could see was the dilapidated sky.

Whoosh.

With a quick swipe of the dead branch in his hand, there was a tiny sound of breaking wind.

The corner of Bazun's lips twitched, and a smile appeared on his face.

"but I know……"

"The battle has just begun."

...

the other side.

call out!

The arrows of the evil bow go and return.

Obviously, Gou Wuyue's sword "Time Sequence Reversal" was not strong enough to completely affect the two domains.

After the arrow flew back and disappeared from the sky, it shot towards it suddenly with an incomparable momentum.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Old Sang sighed.

He never thought that his newly recruited apprentice could cause such serious harm to one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the mainland.

It is true that Gou Wuyue is a sword fairy and Taixu.

But on this continent, cultivation does not determine everything.

At least, he was not born with a sacred body, nor had he ever exercised his physical body. The Taixu body that had been transformed by the power of heaven was completely unable to withstand the damage of that punch.

"What kind of boxing technique?"

Sang Lao didn't delve into it.

This is Xu Xiaoshou's own chance.

He knew that his apprentice had many ideas, many secrets, and more opportunities.

That punch, if it was him who faced it, would actually be a bit of a shock, even though he is the king's body.

But no matter what, Xu Xiaoshou had already done too much in this battle.

Even beyond the "any" that he needs to bear in his current state!

This battle, which can't even be ranked as the number one, is not something that a junior like him should face at all.

What he was supposed to do was to defeat his peers in all kinds of arenas in a graceful and calm manner!

"Love the common people..."

Looking up at the arrow shooting down from the sky, Sang Lao spread his hands.

After losing Gou Wuyue's obstruction, he easily collected his apprentice's body that was blown back by a punch and exploded into several sections.

And before he, the veritable successor of Jinzhao.

Even if there is only one breath left, even as long as he doesn't die for too long, he has several ways to take people back from the hands of the god of death.

"Snapped!"

Grabbing Xu Xiaoshou's half-cracked head, Sang Lao faced the wound and slapped a body recovery pill with his palm.

In an instant.

Xu Xiaoshou's muscles began to split and grow wildly.

It didn't take a moment for him to recover his complete body.

Sang Lao took out another pill bottle from the ring.

This time, he carefully poured out a golden pill the size of a small fingernail.

"God's Blessing!"

Known as the strongest healing medicine in the world, "God's Blessing" has the power to remove all negative effects, revive souls, and reverse the way of heaven.

Feed it down.

Within three breaths, Xu Xiaoshou spurted blood with a "poof", his eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

"Old man..."

Time seemed to slow down.

Xu Xiaoshou saw the evil bow and arrow falling from the sky at a glance, but when it landed in Sang Lao's arms, it was surprising that he didn't feel any anxiety.

As if even if the sky is falling, everything is supported by this old man.

——Full sense of security!

"Snapped!"

In front of a dark.

Sang Lao took out a straw hat from the ring and covered his apprentice's face.

"Xu Xiaoshou."

He opened his lips, as if he had a lot to say.

But between the lips and teeth, it seemed that there was no need to say anything, and he shut up again.

The scent of the medicine is mixed with the smell of burning, and even the smell of sweat on the old man's body...

Feeling the smell of straw hats on his face, Xu Xiaoshou already understood everything.

He suddenly had a sore nose and choked up.

"Master..."

Old Sang's heart trembled, but he still didn't bow his head.

The enlarged arrows in his pupils did not give him enough time to savor the appellation that he really gave from his heart since the night of apprenticeship.

he knows.

Xu Xiaoshou has always had resentment in his heart.

But who can not complain?

His way of accepting apprentices was a waste of life.

Ke Sang didn't care.

He didn't have the extra time, nor the extra patience, to face the chess pieces that might not grow up at all.

Only after trying again and again and being disappointed again and again, may there be such a chance.

And now.

Obviously, Xu Xiao was taken aback.

Then, his mission has been accomplished.

Do you regret it?

It is impossible to say that there is no regret.

But precisely because it is hard-won, it is doubly cherished.

At least, in front of Sang Lao, he does not allow anyone, any existence, and in any way, to cause any form of physical, mental, or spiritual harm to his apprentice.

Anyone, no one!

Even if that person is called Ai Cang Sheng!

"Xiao Shou, this is most likely the last sentence I will say to you as a teacher."

With a bang, the old general Sang flew into the space crack with a straw hat in his hand.

The grass hat flew away.

Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly grabbed him.

When the space crack was about to close, he only saw the old guy's lips squirm a few times, and he opened an unskilled, horrifying, yet very hard-working smile.

"If the old man dies, on this continent, you don't need to be afraid of anyone in the world."

After finishing speaking, Sang Lao turned around abruptly, zoomed his hands, and clamped the arrow of the evil bow from the sky with a bang.

The void exploded, and the space shattered.

The invisible air wave leveled the space for several miles.

It's hard to get the sound out.

But even at this moment, the old man still trembled in his masseter muscles, and forced his head away.

He knew that sound transmission was impossible in a vacuum, and Xu Xiaoshou might not be able to hear it either.

But he still insisted.

What he didn't know was that Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" could completely see the shape of his mouth even if there was only a trace of space crack left.

"Your next backer, Sheng Gong, Long Rongzhi!"

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