Fantasy: All my skills are passive

No matter what, this is shipped!

For the first time in history, one shot penetrates the soul!

Fan Jian excitedly scraped off the remaining coating, and then he saw what it was.

Basic toughness.

"Fuck! I thought it was a skill only for couples!

"Fan Jian sighed and saw the scratch card turning into a stream of light and entering his body.

"Basic toughness lv1, increases a small amount of physical strength, and increases 1% of one's own strength every time damage is received. Stacks up to 20 layers."

Wouldn’t it mean that the more you get beaten, the stronger you get?

Fan Jian was immediately overjoyed and quickly redeemed 19 skill points to fully fill up his skill points.

"Basic toughness max, increases physical strength, increases 10% of one's own strength every time damage is received, stacks up to 20 layers. Unyielding: After the passive layers are stacked, it enters the unyielding state, increasing one's own strength by an additional 50%, obtained within one hour After the internal injury saving throw, you will fall into a weakened state, which will last for twenty-four hours.”

hiss!

Fan Jian suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Up to 250% strength enhancement, plus an hour of immunity from internal damage.

This is too ridiculous!

Wouldn’t that add another life-changing skill?

But if you really think about it, if it really comes to a point where you have to change your life, the other party must be already feeling uncomfortable!

With this skill, Fan Jian can basically go head-to-head with those in the Tribulation Realm!

Magical skill! What a great skill!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian couldn't help but twist again!

After jumping around, he looked at the remaining nine scratch cards in front of him and said excitedly.

"I am the European Emperor! Submit yourself at my feet! Little bitch Belle!"

"Definitely next time!"

"Definitely next time!"

"Not necessarily next time!"

Watching the nine scratch cards turn into stars and disappear, Fan Jian lay back on the chair, his soul out of body.

At this moment, he remembered that it was not that he became the European Emperor, but that he had been at the bottom of the list for ten consecutive draws and was unable to deliver anything in a row before, and that was why he had this one shot!

"I am still the same African chieftain I was before, without any change..."

Fan Jian burst into tears...

Zhujie Mountain.

Jingfan looked at the spiritual cultivators coming and going and said.

"Uncle Wusheng, will Donor Fan also participate in the Hundred Solutions of Divine Machinery?"

Wu Sheng shook his head and said.

"I don't know, but he can't use his true energy now. I guess he is most likely to find the Hidden Sword Immortal at Qingmu Gate!"

"Let me take a look first!"

Jingfan said, kneading the magic formula with his hands.

"See all sentient beings and see all their forms!"

Opening the clairvoyance, Jingfan looked around, then shook his head and said.

"No, the Han Chong Miaocheng Realm is too big. I can't see the venue of Shenji Baijie, but I can be sure that there is no figure of Donor Fan within a hundred thousand miles nearby."

Wu Sheng nodded and said.

"Then let's go to the Aoki Gate first! The distance is the same anyway!"

"No! No! Help! Help!"

Huan Shengren suddenly opened his eyes, and then realized that he had fainted again at some point.

I looked around and saw no one in the room.

He felt that his body was extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and every move he made almost exhausted all his strength.

After trying to channel some Qi, I felt that there was not much Qi left in my body.

Apart from the fact that his realm is still there, he is almost nothing but an empty shell.

But there are also good points.

That is, his body is just weak at the moment, and it seems that the toxins have been almost resolved.

Huan Sheng struggled to get out of bed, rummaged through the medicine cabinet next to him, and finally found some buds of the spirit-containing grass.

He ate it without hesitation, and his energy returned to about 10%, which was barely enough for flying!

He looked around vigilantly, staggered to the yard, picked up a medicine hoe on the side, and flew into the sky without saying a word.

Looking at the blue wooden door that was gradually going away, Huan Sage couldn't help but laugh.

Finally ran out! Finally out of this hell!

The mustard seed bracelet was also taken away by Yao Yinghui. It was filled with treasures he had collected over the years!

But if you can escape from this hell, what's the point of having a few possessions?

Yao Yinghui!

Just wait for me! When I recover my skills, I will definitely come back to you! I want you to know that my imaginary saint's method of torturing people is no worse than yours!

At this moment, he saw a dark red light coming towards him quickly.

Huan Shengren quickly raised his hand and fired out a blast of Qi to resist. When the two collided, the Qi generated immediately knocked him down from the sky.

As soon as he finally stabilized his body and landed on the ground, he saw a long sword like a snake crawling straight up his body, and it rolled up around him in an instant, entangling him tightly.

Huan Sage suddenly felt his internal organs churning and spurted out a mouthful of blood. When he looked up, he saw a woman carrying a man with a withered face standing in front of him.

"Xuan Sanniang! Yuan Changgong!"

Huan Saint suddenly said in surprise.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xuan Sanniang smiled miserably and said.

"What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong? If it weren't for you, how could our husband and wife be in this situation! If it weren't for you, how could so many people die in Xuanyuanmen! How could my husband be impeached!"

"I've been waiting for you here for more than a month, just so that I can catch you with my own hands when you pass by here one day!"

"Wait for me?" Huan Shengren was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he was still Fan Jian, and said quickly.

"You are mistaken! I am not him! I am not Fan Jian!"

"Shut up!" Xuan Sanniang said with a sneer.

"I won't kill you! Come with me to see Yao Yinghui! I'll trade your life with Yao Yinghui for a Beidou Resurrection Pill. I think he will definitely agree!"

Huan Saint was shocked when he heard this and said quickly.

"No! I don't want to go back! I'm really not Fan Jian!"

However, with a flick of Xuan Sanniang's wrist, she tightened her grip on the snake-drawing sword, causing blood to surge all over Huan Sheng's body. He, who was already extremely weak, almost fainted again.

The fantasy saint gritted his teeth and whispered.

"The ancient gods are immortal because they are mysterious women. The world and the eight wastelands are the only ones that will last through the ages."

"Sanniang, stop..."

Xuan Sanniang heard Yuan Changgong speak on her back and said quickly.

"Ms. sir..."

Yuan Changgong waved his hands feebly and said.

"Let him go, he is not Fan Jian!"

Xuan Sanniang then shook her hands and put away the snake, and asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you anyway?"

The fantasy saint said weakly.

"I am Huan Wuzhen. Following the order of the Ancient Sword Immortal, I transformed into Fan Jian and came to the Qingmu Gate to assassinate Xiao Guizang. I was discovered!"

Xuan Sanniang frowned and said in a deep voice.

"What a waste! What a waste of my time!"

"Stop talking nonsense to him, Sanniang, let's go directly to Qingmumen. It doesn't have to be that Beidou is still alive. Just let me stop being so weak. Give Yao Yinghui whatever he wants. I don't want to fight anymore!"

As Yuan Changgong spoke, he suddenly started coughing uncontrollably.

Xuan Sanniang said quickly.

"Listen to you! My husband, please stop talking. I'm going to beg Yao Yinghui to save you!"

Xuan Sanniang said, flying towards the Qingmu Gate with Yuan Changgong!

Huan Sage watched the two people fly away and cursed angrily.

"Fuck! Dog man and woman!"