Fantasy: All my skills are passive

A thunderclap struck, and Lexing's face suddenly showed a trace of anger, but the anger soon subsided. He closed his eyes again and ignored the umbrella that the Blood River Commander had conjured.

But he heard the Blood River Commander say with a smile.

"It's raining hard!"

Lexing frowned slightly, but did not answer.

"I haven't seen such heavy rain for a long time!"

"The last time I saw it was thousands of years ago."

"It was also raining so hard on the day when that young man opened the door to the Hell Realm!"

"Rain all over the Thirty-three Realms!"

Lexing frowned upon hearing this and said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that even on thunderstorms, we don't avoid the Hell Realm. Does it mean that the creatures in our Hell Realm are no different from the creatures in your upper realm?"

"Sophistry!" Lexing snorted coldly.

"There are many kinds of people, and people can be good or evil. This doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes, you also said that people can be good or evil, so does our hell also have good or evil? If you are possessed by the devil, are you a good person or a bad person?"

Lie Xing said firmly.

"I won't be possessed by the devil!"

"What if?"

"No ifs! If not, then not! Even if I am, I will commit suicide immediately and will never give you any chance!"

Hearing this, the Blood River Commander smiled, but said in an extremely angry tone.

"You are deceiving yourself! You are a hopeless stupid bald donkey!"

Lie Xing laughed when he heard the angry voice of the Blood River Commander.

He won!

In the past few months, the Blood River Commander has been arguing with him, and every time he ended his silence, but this time, he won!

A thunder flashed by, and Le Xing himself didn't realize that the smile on his face was full of evil.

The Blood River Commander didn't speak again.

His goal has been achieved.

As soon as the fighting spirit came, the inner demon was planted.

Next, it was to find an opportunity for his demonic possession, an opportunity to subvert his cognition.

The heavy rain lasted for a day and a night, until after midnight that day, the thunderstorm gradually stopped.

Fan Jian finally maxed out the proficiency of the Six Void Sword Technique in the painting.

Another star was lit up in the star map in his mind.

When the divine clone is fatally injured, the divine clone in the transformation realm and the Yuanying realm can be transformed into a clone to assist in the battle. The clone has 50% of the combat power of the original body. As the proficiency increases, it can get up to 100% of the combat power. The strength of the clone increases with the increase of the original body.

Seeing this skill, Fan Jian frowned immediately.

Such a good skill, but it is a passive one.

Can't use it until you are about to die? This is too outrageous. Doesn't it mean that you can't actively brush up your proficiency?

Fan Jian sympathized with Ultraman.

Maybe Ultraman can't use his special move without the lights on.

After exiting the painting, it was still dark, and there were still about two hours before dawn.

Fan Jian returned to the house and got into bed.

There were two seductive beauties around him, and Fan Jian swallowed his saliva and muttered silently.

"Ninjutsu! Instant undressing technique!"

The sky was bright.

The venue, which had been silent for a day, was bustling again.

I don't know if it was because more gods arrived or because after a day of silence, there was a clear sign of revenge consumption in the venue.

Everyone was enthusiastic about decrypting and buying things.

And after Fan Jian's guidance, the stall of the painting boy is now extremely popular.

On the afternoon of the first day, he was still selling quietly, but now he has put it on the table.

On the shelf at the back were all kinds of pictures of beauties, pictures of young men, and even some strange creatures that only exist in fantasy.

There was also a piece of paper written on the stall, which said that all kinds of personal items could be customized to meet all needs.

The stall was already crowded with people at this time.

However, because his decryption was too slow, many people even started to pay others to help decrypt it after multiple attempts.

The young man himself was busy painting, one painting after another.

When Fan Jian went over, he saw that he was painting a fox demon beauty, with only some fur covering the key parts of her white body. The Shen Xiumen who were watching the stall almost got into a fight with this beauty who was half-covered by a lute.

Feeling that the young man was going further and further away on the road of magic weapons, Fan Jian couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

I don't know whether it helped him or hurt him.

Yu Huaxue's research on hidden weapons and magic weapons has reached a white-hot stage.

Yesterday, the painting boy came to help revise the design drawing for a day.

The design drawing is now almost perfect.

In the picture, seven formations were laid out at the same time using the concept of the calculation iron box.

There is a binding array, three attack arrays, and one of them is a sword array provided by Elder Shen.

Three illusion arrays, including Elder Yin's sound array, Gongye Sanqiu's incense array, and an illusion array provided by the painting boy.

Now Yu Huaxue is opening the furnace to forge the core of the magic weapon with the help of Elder Tie, and Jin Sanxiao is helping to build the shell.

In terms of time, it is more than enough, but if the time for testing and modification is counted, it is still a little short.

In this way, five days passed quickly.

And the four-door battle treasure is finally about to begin!

The night before, all the stalls at the venue had been closed.

There was a large open space in the middle, which was the scene of the treasure fight.

What surprised Fan Jian was that the process of the treasure fight was not a fight between each other, but a classic scoring system.

Ten scorers, remove the highest score, remove the lowest score, and then average the score.

This method made Fan Jian feel a little novel.

For the sake of fairness, the heads of the four families were not allowed to participate in the selection, and the judges came from other major sects, a total of ten.

Fan Jian also saw familiar faces inside.

Elder Shen, Liaochen, Huang Yuanhua, and even Guan Shuya.

Because the venue was too large and there were too many people, Fan Jian didn't really notice that they had arrived at the scene before.

Just when the voices were noisy, a very fast whistle was heard, and then a fireball with green smoke flew into the sky, and everyone suddenly quieted down.

Accompanied by a loud noise that resounded through the world, the fireball instantly exploded into a puff of green smoke.

In the smoke, four figures floated down, and they were actually the heads of the four families.

The head of the Mo family, Xiang Lijie, held the Mo family's mechanical umbrella, the head of the Lu family, Gong Shuwan, rode a wooden bird, the head of the Tang family, Tang Keji, stepped on a flywheel, and the head of the Zeng family, Zeng Guyan, sat on a chair with flames.

The four people landed on the venue and took out their magic weapons and threw them at each other.

The venue was in chaos for a moment. The Mo family's mechanical devices, the Lu family's equipment, the Tang family's hidden weapons, and the Zeng family's firearms were all deployed, and the scene was magnificent.

Fan Jian said in surprise.

"Why did they suddenly fight?"

The Gu Saint said with a smile.

"You will know if you watch it! Let me remind you that what you see may not be true!"