Fantasy: All my skills are passive

When Wusheng heard Fan Jian say that he wanted to salvage the Huoxi furnace, he already knew that he wanted to forge a heavenly-grade weapon.

He didn't say much, and took Jingfan with him on the road.

Fan Jian was very curious, why did Lechen insist on letting Jingfan follow him?

Thinking about it carefully, Lechen had deliberately tied Jingfan and himself together from the beginning.

Could this old monk want to be a matchmaker?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian couldn't help but look at Jingfan.

As if feeling Fan Jian's gaze, Jingfan also turned his head to look at Fan Jian. The two of them looked at each other, smiled at each other, and then retracted their gaze.

She looks pretty...

But nuns are nuns. There is no such thing as forcing little nuns to return to secular life in this world, even if it is Lechen.

Fan Jian didn't think much about it, just thinking that Lechen deliberately arranged someone to have a relationship with him to resolve the grievances between him and the Sakya Sect.

It took nearly three days to go back and forth. There are still seven days before the Cold Dew season. If you move faster, you should be able to catch up.

After rushing as hard as possible, we finally arrived at the Yanyan Lake in the extreme south before dark.

From a distance, we could see the steaming heat twisting the entire sky into a water pattern.

The flames soared nearly a hundred meters into the air, like a huge burning furnace.

When you get within a hundred miles, you can already feel the scorching temperature burning your skin, as if to squeeze out every bit of moisture in your body.

Sweat soaked the clothes and stuck to the body, making the surroundings even hotter.

When you get to the Yanyan Pool, the burning sensation becomes more obvious, as if you are in a furnace, and even breathing feels stuffy.

Fan Jian's body is wrapped in the true qi of the Six Void Wind Veins, which makes his body a little more comfortable.

Turning his head and looking, he immediately laughed out loud.

The little nun Jingfan's face was red, and she held a hand in front of her body to cover the thin and transparent clothes that were soaked with sweat.

The little nun... is quite attractive!

When Jingfan heard Fan Jian's laughter, she wanted to shrink her head into her neck.

Just when she was ashamed, she felt a cool breeze around her body, and a strong wind kept blowing along her body. Soon the clothes were blown dry.

When she turned around, she saw Fan Jian's smiling face and nodded to him gratefully.

Fan Jian smiled, turned his head and looked at Wusheng and said.

"Let's salvage it quickly before it gets dark! Thank you, Master!"

Wusheng nodded, and his magic power condensed, and his body suddenly showed a metallic texture.

Wusheng jumped into the fire pool and was immediately swallowed by the flames, wrapped and buried in the flames.

Seeing this, Jing Fan screamed in shock, and quickly took out the Buddhist beads and whispered a mantra.

Fan Jian looked at the steaming flames, and suddenly a thought of getting close to it came to him.

But as soon as this thought appeared, he was suppressed.

Just kidding, his muscle golden wheel is a water skill. If it is a skill used by humans, he is not afraid of high temperatures, but how can he resist this natural force?

If he really jumps down with the muscle golden wheel like Wusheng, the result is no different from throwing a roasted chicken wing down.

Thinking of this, Fan Jian shook his head repeatedly.

But this thought appeared, just like a vine growing, climbing and pouring into Fan Jian's heart again and again.

What if?

There is no such thing!

Fan Jian was scared by himself.

It seems that what Gu Shengren said is right. He is really gifted in this aspect of courting death.

What if there is such a thing...

The more Fan Jian thought about it, the less he wanted to think about it, but the more he didn't want to think about it, the more he kept thinking about it.

After thinking about it, he finally couldn't help but reach out his hand.

What if he is really fine...

At this moment, the Yuanying of the Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords in his body suddenly moved, and a sword energy was generated automatically. It was sucked into Fan Jian's hand, and a large group of flames were sucked back.

Fan Jian was startled and retreated repeatedly, but he was still entangled by the flames, and his body was instantly covered with a layer of flames.

Elder Shen looked at the situation in the fire pool with concern, and did not pay any attention to Fan Jian's appearance.

On the contrary, Jing Fan was distracted, and turned his head to see Fan Jian's whole body wrapped in flames, jumping up and down.

Immediately exclaimed.

"Qingjianxian! Mr. Fan... He is angry!"

Fan Jian heard it and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This little nun, why is she still talking with words...

Will you die if you add a "成"?

Although he said so, Fan Jian is really fine now!

The flames on his body were like a pet, not only did not burn him, but also sucked away all the heat from his body.

Then a stream of burning sword energy slowly traveled through the body, reaching the lower Dantian.

And the Nascent Soul of the Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords also began to absorb the sword energy on its own, and then danced wantonly.

"The Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords, Lihuo Sword Force!"

"Six Nine, Respect the Past!"

"Six Two, Huang Li Yuanji!"

"Nine Three, Li at Sunset!"

"Nine Four, Sudden Burning and Abandonment!"

"Six Five, Tears Flowing!"

"Six Nine, Wang Yong Goes to War!"

"Lihuo Sword Force, Fire Says Flame Up!"

A tongue of fire condensed in Fan Jian's hand, waving it like a sword. After a dance, the flames around him turned into a flaming sword in his hand. The flames were red and blue. When waving, it immediately caused a wave of heat.

The flaming sword had no substance, but it was like a substance, tumbling in Fan Jian's left and right hands.

Elder Shen only glanced at him and didn't pay any more attention.

Among the eight great innate swords, the four swords of water, fire, wind and thunder require personal experience of the natural phenomenon.

Although Elder Shen does not know the sword energy of the eight swords, he still has a deep understanding of sword moves.

It's just that without sword energy, for him, this technique is not as effective as the sword art of cutting love.

After practicing the sword moves, Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, and the flame disappeared.

At this time, he was around the Yanyan Pool, just as comfortable as bathing in the spring breeze.

Just when he was happy, he saw Jing Fan's astonished expression and asked with a smile.

"What's wrong? Did you see a ghost?"

Jing Fan shook his head and said.

"Shen Shizhu is really amazing, even the flame can be controlled at will."

Fan Jian smiled, and he was very playful, and he leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Have you ever heard of Ghost Rider?"

Jing Fan said with a puzzled look.

"Ghost Rider? What is that?"

"That's it!"

As soon as the words fell, Fan Jian's head suddenly caught fire. In the flames, the grimace Fan Jian made looked like a ghost.

Jing Fan was so scared that she screamed "Oh my god" and retreated repeatedly, almost falling into the fire pool.

Fan Jian pulled her back with great joy, thus avoiding a senseless casualties.

At this moment, a voice came from below.

"Stay away, I'm coming up!"

The three of them hurried to the side.

A whistling sound came from the fire pool, and then a huge red furnace was thrown into the sky from the fire pool, dozens of meters high.

The flames swept the furnace up, looking like a fire dragon chasing after it, trying to take it back.

Then Wusheng jumped out of the fire pool, stepped on the flames and took two steps into the sky. He raised his hand and carried the huge furnace that fell from the sky on his shoulders. It landed on the ground with a bang, and immediately smashed a large area of ​​sparks.

Wave!

Damn it! He succeeded in pretending again!