I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Papa..."

The raindrops hit the ground, and small round ripples appeared on the small puddles on the road.

With a bang, the puddles were crushed by the hasty white-clothed hard-soled shoes and splashed in all directions.

In an instant.

At the end of the road, the white-clothed team disappeared.

Trade fair site.

Watching many white-clothed and red-clothed action commanders in the tea shop go to Beicheng District to support them, they all fell silent.

After a long time, someone finally spoke up.

"Holy power?"

"Well, it's unlikely to be an illusion. I guess someone must have known about the actions of the Lingque Fair and decided to make a move in another place."

"who?"

"In the East Heavenly King City, apart from the Holy God Hall and the semi-holy forces, I am afraid that there are only the new Jiang family and the first floor in the sky."

"That's Jiang's. After all, these people are not present tonight, and the people on the first floor in the sky are inside the fair."

The communication of the commanders in white is very simple.

After a few sentences, the situation is analyzed very clearly.

"Taking this opportunity, what do you intend to do with the Semi-Saint Jiang family?" Someone asked again.

"Jiang's family, Jiang Xian, three annoying pupils..." another white-clothed person speculated.

After saying this, the tea shop became quiet again.

Three tired eyes.

If it's related to this, it can't be a trivial matter.

As the white clothes that cut black and destroy evil, as the only ray of light in the darkness.

Those present, how could they not know that Sanyan Tongmu is a big matter and involves many things?

Support has already been dispatched, and everyone is silent at the moment.

Man proposes, God disposes.

only hope,

At that time, the battle situation in Beicheng District may not be bad news.

"How many!"

At this moment, Chu Lisheng, who was warming tea at the back, suddenly spoke out, interrupting the conversation of the men in white with a solemn expression.

"What is it?"

The commander in white immediately looked around.

"There is bad news..."

Holding the communication bead in his hand, Chu Lisheng said sadly: "Just received the news, it was a message from the Yao family in Wangcheng, saying that Yao Ye, the old man of the Yao family, died tonight. people."

snap.

At the two tables in white clothes and red clothes, everyone stood up in shock.

"Acquainted with the eight deities?"

Vigil was surprised: "A real person, or a counterfeit?"

Chu Lisheng looked back at the past, and said sadly: "The seniors in red are not from Wangcheng. They may not know that Yaofu Yaoye is the sword bearer of the famous sword 21, Daojian Taiyi, and the water sword. It's too vain."

The pupils of the night watchmen shrank suddenly.

too empty...

died?

If Chu Lisheng could hear such words, Yao Ye must have really fallen.

And Taixu's death, the fluctuations that came out were so small?

Even, sitting in the tea shop here.

All the attention of Baiyi and Hongyi was attracted by Lingque Fair and Saint Power.

It was completely unexpected that Taixu would die in battle tonight.

"In this way, it can only be the sound of the sword just now..."

Among the commanders in white, someone Chi Ning made a sound.

Indeed, before the holy power erupted, there was a sword cry from the west.

But then no one took it seriously.

Yao Mansion Jianming, isn't that normal?

Unexpectedly, that was Yao Ye's last mournful cry!

"Trying the sword?"

A commander in white with a sword asked.

"Um."

Chu Lisheng nodded: "Simply fighting swords, regardless of other things, Yao Ye failed to protect the sword and died, which belongs to the ancient sword cultivator, a serious matter."

serious……

If it is placed on him, everyone is willing to believe that this is serious, it is really serious.

But tonight, there is a lot of turmoil, and this coincides with this matter, how can it be serious?

"So, is it really the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Watching the night looked back at the surrounding people, and the battle in the Eighth Palace outside the White Grotto emerged in his mind.

At that time, their mission was over, and the rest was the responsibility of the white clothes, so Gou Wuyue ordered them to leave the scene first with the red clothes.

Never thought about it.

As soon as they left like this, they heard about the battle in the eight palaces, seven hundred people in white clothes died in battle.

Even Wuyue Sword Immortal was defeated by a dead branch of the first seat of the holy slave.

And the identity of the other party is also ready to be revealed.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal..."

Lan Ling murmured in a low voice: "He, also came here."

No one can be without fear of the words "Eighth Sword Immortal".

That's a myth!

It's not from ancient times, but only from the Eastern Region decades ago, so it can be said to be contemporary... a real myth!

After the first battle in the Eight Palaces, the Saint Slave and the Eighth Sword Immortal declared war. In fact, they were suppressed by the Temple of the Holy God, so as not to cause panic and the dark forces to follow.

But outsiders don't know, but my family understands!

The first seat of the holy slave is the eighth sword fairy, which is the eight masters.

This point is well known to the insiders in white and red.

As soon as the current situation at the Lingque Trade Fair was settled, the other side moved its hand.

"This is too fast!"

Vigil marveled at the speed of the holy slave.

These people seem to have the eyes of the avenue, as if they are watching every move of the Holy Spirit Hall all the time.

And once the Holy Spirit Hall is leaking.

That fatal blow in the dark, I will deliver it on the head!

"But why did he move Yao Ye instead of us?"

"personal enmity?"

Some people doubt.

Then someone thought of a very ancient legend.

"Famous Sword Twenty-One..."

"That's right, the eight masters should have their eyes on these twenty-one famous swords."

"From ancient times to the present, no one has collected all the famous swords, but there are legends that when all the famous swords are collected, this will be another road to becoming a saint."

In the past, everyone thought the rumors were false.

When the Eighth Sword Immortal hadn't really appeared, no one would have believed in such a ridiculous path.

Twenty-one famous swords, even if they are all collected, no one has twenty-one hands to swing the sword at the same time.

How could this be another path to canonization?

But when the eight masters whose identities had been confirmed made their move and really acted on this path, Bai Yi immediately uploaded the information.

Regardless of whether this inference is accurate or not.

In short, the enemy's intentions.

Holy Spirit Temple, just need to stop it.

The holy power is leaked, and the eight masters make a move...

Stuck in such a sensitive period of the Lingque Fair, such disgusting things broke out.

Even though the commanders in white and red have experienced a lot here, they feel a little panicked.

"Our people, haven't they arrived yet?"

At this moment, Watchman looked at Chu Lisheng and asked inquiringly.

He is one of the few people who has seen such a magnificent battle in the Eighth Palace, so he knows the horror of the Eighth Sword Immortal even more.

And since the opponent decided to make a move, it was obviously impossible to just grab a famous sword.

Because, Xu Xiaoshou may still be at the fair today.

Saint slave, it is impossible to sit idly by.

That's it.

Even dark forces such as Saint Nuna will intervene in the situation here.

At that time, even Gou Wuyue was under pressure, and this trade fair was such a battle.

Even if there are many people.

How could the operation be successful without a boss in charge?

"It should be soon..." Chu Lisheng responded subconsciously, and suddenly looked at the other side of the void, and said, "Here we are!"

It fell with a sound.

Then you can see the void ripples surging.

Afterwards, a complicated pattern of Dao patterns spread out, filling half of the sky, making the night light a little bit brighter.

The next breath after the construction of the Heavenly Secret Formation is completed.

A small space passage expanded, and two young figures, a man and a woman, walked out of it.

The man is tall and straight, handsome and handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and high spirits.

The woman's figure is graceful, her face is covered with a light veil, her star pupils are shining brightly, and her gaze is shining brightly.

The appearance of this combination is like the emperor's son and fairy descending from the sky.

Both of them have a refined temperament, untouched by fireworks.

The night, which was supposed to be chilling, has been embellished with an extremely gorgeous touch here, making it more beautiful.

"Little girl Yu Zhiwen, I have met a few seniors."

As soon as he appeared, Yu Zhiwen took the lead in shaking hands, bowing and bowing.

Then she turned her star pupils, and looked at the table in red with a little surprise, "Sister Lan Ling..."

"Sister Zhiwen!"

Lan Ling was also surprised by the visitor.

The last time she cooperated with Yu Zhiwen in the White Grotto, she had a taste of the terrifying secret skills of contemporary young people, and also understood why the Holy Spirit Hall dared to gradually send young people out to cooperate with the actions of the red clothes and white clothes.

More than exercise.

They really work!

It was so useful that Lan Ling couldn't find anything wrong with Yu Zhiwen except for the accident of "running" on the Lijian Grassland.

And that disturbing "run"...

Tell the truth.

Until the end, Lan Ling never dared to ask directly whether it was from Xu Xiaoshou or Yu Zhiwen.

Things are over.

Also let go.

pursue?

Pointless.

Falling from the void, Yu Zhiwen floated to the place where the table in red was, and came to Lan Ling.

Lan Ling smiled and said: "Why is it you, I thought you had returned to Zhongyu to return."

Yu Zhiwen frowned, and replied with a slight smile: "Sister Lan Ling was disappointed, but the master asked me to stay in the Eastern Region to wait for orders, saying that there was still something useful, and by the way, I brought it to me A helper, just in time to come in handy."

"There is no disappointment..."

Lan Ling laughed and shook his head, following Yu Zhiwen's gaze, he looked at the young man who was still floating in the void, seemed to be aloof, and seemed to be waiting for someone to introduce himself, and was curiously looking at the boundary of this time in the gap.

"This is?" she asked.

Yu Zhiwen introduced with a blank face: "My senior brother, Situ Yongren, the number one in the Taoist Ministry of Heaven, and the beloved disciple of the Taoist Palace Master, is much stronger than me."

Everyone was amazed.

Dao Department, one of the six departments of the Holy Spirit Hall.

The Dao Ministry Tianbang is a ranking list that studies the mysteries of the world.

Yu Zhiwen in front of him, everyone already knows that he is the second on the Taoist Ministry's list.

Unexpectedly, the person who came this time was actually her senior brother.

No. 1 on the day list.

This also means that among the younger generation, this person is the one with the strongest Tianji technique.

besides……

The disciple of the Lord of the Taoist Palace!

It can be said that this sound made everyone truly see the background of the young man floating in the void.

The contemporary hall master of the Holy Spirit Hall, the apprentice of Dao Qiongcang.

In layman's terms...

This is the prince!

"Junior Sister was joking."

At this time, Situ Yong, who was introduced, landed slowly, and said slowly:

"Senior brother, I'm only a few years older, and I just learned a few more years of secret art."

"Junior Sister was able to rank second in the heavenly list innately, and now she has become a master, and she has just glimpsed the way of heaven."

"As soon as Zhuji's star pupils are opened, whoever loses and who wins is still a matter of opinion, hehe."

Situ Yong has a refined temperament, a very modest demeanor, and his words are impeccable.

However, Yu Zhiwen only pursed his red lips under the veil, and did not answer.

Situ Yongren's face was calm, and he was speechless when he saw Yu Zhiwen, and turned his head peacefully to look at the white and red clothes around him.

"Junior Situ Yong, I have seen all the seniors, so I am here this time, and I can send you whatever I want."

have to say.

Except for the condescending scene just now, Situ Yongren's performance is unmistakable and gentle.

But Chu Lisheng, who was holding a teapot behind him, frowned slightly.

I don't know if it was because he had been in the officialdom for too long, which made it difficult for Chu Lisheng to have a good impression of this young man in the first place.

In front of so many seniors in white and red, Chu Lisheng had to speak up.

As soon as this Situ Yong appeared, he first talked high, then ignored the senior, until he couldn't talk to his junior sister, then turned to the white and red clothes.

Although the attitude is humble and polite.

But Chu Lisheng's first sense felt that this person was too arrogant.

But when he turned his head and saw the seniors in red and white, who didn't seem to care about this order of addressing at all, Chu Lisheng suddenly felt ashamed.

right!

How can these white and red clothes who are wandering on the edge of life and death care about the order in which a junior speaks?

Stand firm.

Capable enough.

Just come if you want.

"let's start!"

The commander in white didn't talk too much nonsense, and said to Yu Zhiwen and Situ Yongren.

Situ Yongren glanced back at him without saying a word, then turned his head to look at Yu Zhiwen, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a gentle smile: "Junior Sister, let's start then?"

Yu Zhiwen didn't say a word, but stretched out his hand silently, lightly formed a seal, and pressed it slowly to the void.

In an instant, the complicated Dao Patterns of Heavenly Mystery emerged.

The celestial array map that sent the two of them expanded again, and the space channel became stronger.

Situ Yongren stared at it for a long time, then returned to his senses with a smile, and stretched out his hands as well.

"Om—"

The spirit essence of the throne was injected, and the void buzzed.

Afterwards, Dao patterns appeared on Situ Yongren's body, and then spread to the void in his spiritual thoughts.

In an instant, everyone could feel the earth-shaking changes in the Heavenly Secret Formation.

If it is said that Yu Zhiwen's Tianji technique has made this space channel get the greatest tamping.

That Situ Yong just put wings on the space channel, so that the Heavenly Mystery Dao Pattern here has been sublimated like a qualitative change.

"So strong..."

There was shock in Lan Ling's eyes.

She is a spirit formation master, so she understands Situ Yong's strength better.

Such a young man not only possesses the cultivation base of the throne, but also possesses such a powerful celestial technique.

You must know that it is not a fixed large-scale teleportation array, but a space channel that instantly communicates the two domains.

Since ancient times, only heavenly magicians of the level of the master of the Taoist palace can do it.

And now, two juniors have accomplished such a feat.

genius!

"Wow quack~"

While he was thinking, there was a strange scream of excitement from inside the void passage.

"Come on, the space channel is finally out, I can finally come out to play, hahaha, the first seat of the **** body part, after so many years, my ass is deformed!"

Amidst the strange screams, a hunchbacked old man with a short head like a dwarf jumped out.

As soon as Fang appeared, the man's eyes glowed green, looking at the surrounding environment with great interest.

"Little girl!"

Seeing Yu Zhiwen, the hunchbacked old man's eyes sparkled.

This kind of beauty, even with a veil, is simply the only thing he has seen in his life.

At that moment, the hunchbacked old man jumped up to a high place, brushed his sense of presence, then rubbed his hands and asked excitedly: "Little girl, what's your name...huh?"

When he realized that the space channel was built by the girl in front of him, the hunchbacked old man looked slightly surprised, then changed the subject and said urgently:

"Stop, stop!"

"It's enough to have me. Others don't need to call out. This time, I will definitely smash them."

He waved his hands.

Yu knew that Wen Yu's neck was dripping with fragrant sweat, but he didn't dare to stop the movements of his hands.

At this time, as soon as the hunchbacked old man's words fell, another sturdy and flamboyant angry voice came from inside the space passage:

"Wang Dachui, you have such a strong and stinky breath, you're not afraid of getting smoked!"

"Back then, Quilei Han smashed you into a hunchback with a hammer. Now, it seems that your bloody injury hasn't healed yet. How dare you speak wild words?"

"You are alone, no one is holding it, can you jump up and hammer the enemy's knee?"