Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Wu Sheng carried the stove and fell down. The golden body was a little reddish by the fire, and it looked like it was coated with a layer of orange-gold. Coupled with the knotted muscles and the shiny bald head, it looked like A great sculpture from the Renaissance.

The name of the sculpture is: The Man Who Resisted the Furnace!

When Elder Shen saw this, he immediately smiled and said.

"Thank you, Master. Can you trouble me to send this stove back to Tianji Pavilion? Junior Brother Fan and I have to go get the Hanshilu."

Wu Sheng nodded and said.

"Qing Sword Immortal, don't worry, Donor Fan, I will definitely go back before the time comes. However, I will leave Jingfan to the two of you to take care of me!"

Fan Jian said doubtfully.

"Ah? Why don't we go back together?"

Wu Sheng said with a smile.

"Donor Fan, do you think I can still fly with such a big stove on my shoulders?"

Fan Jian suddenly realized what he said.

It’s no problem for a divine cultivator to bring one or two people with him. For someone with special weapons like Gushengren, it’s not a problem to bring ten or eight people.

But it won’t work if it’s too heavy.

It seems that the weight of the stove is indeed not small.

Fan Jian cupped his hands and said, "Then Master Lao Wusheng will be here! See you at Tianji Pavilion!"

Wu Sheng nodded, carried the stove and jumped out, running several miles away in three or two steps.

Fan Jian smiled when he saw this and said, "Isn't this a very good person? Why do you have to shout and kill every day?"

Hearing this, Jing Fan immediately said: "Uncle Wu Sheng was just afraid that Master Fan would make a big mistake after you became a demon that day. After he returned, he felt guilty and stayed in seclusion for a month without eating or drinking."

"Is it your fault?" Fan Jian shrugged and said.

Elder Shen looked at Wu Sheng's back and couldn't help but sigh.

"Master Wusheng is actually a person with a keen heart for the ancient ways. The Sakyamuni disciples are not very aggressive about punishing evil. They are all people of good conduct."

Fan Jian smiled and said, "I'm just afraid of encountering someone who's over-the-top. And judging from the few days I was there, there are quite a few people who are over-the-top."

Fan Jian said, glancing at Jingfan intentionally or unintentionally.

Jingfan immediately blushed and said.

"I cannot agree with what Master Fan said!"

"I don't want you to agree," Fan Jian said with a smile.

"Let's go!"

Having said that, Fan Jian was stunned.

How to get there?

Elder Shen's sword can only trample two people at most. Jing Fan and she are not strong enough to fly at high speeds.

Elder Shen couldn't help but smile when he saw it, and said with a smile.

"The situation is special, how about Master Jingfan just make do with it?"

When Jingfan heard this, he quickly raised his hands and said.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the difference between men and women is just an appearance. My heart is as solid as a rock. The two donors just assume that the poor monk is a man!"

Elder Shen smiled and raised his hand to call out Nian Xianchen.

The three of them took up their swords, with Elder Shen at the front, Fan Jian at the back, and Jing Fan at the back.

The Nian Xianchen sword is three feet six inches long, which is relatively long among swords.

But it's still a bit crowded for three people to stand.

The three of them were almost touching each other, and Fan Jian and Elder Shen were okay.

Jingfan pressed against Fan Jianjian, which immediately made her face turn red.

The so-called differences between men and women are all superficial, and this is indeed true for great monks like Luo Chen.

But Jingfan had been practicing for only about twenty years, and all the empty words he said were actually applied to Fan Jianjian, and he couldn't help but become a little distracted.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of Fan Jian's naked appearance that he had seen in Tianmu Tong, and his heart felt unbearably hot.

"Amitabha! I have sinned! Please forgive me for my sin of desire!"

Jingfan hurriedly recited the scriptures, which made his mind less distracted.

How did Fan Jian know these things? At this moment, his mind was filled with images of himself holding a heaven-level top-grade magic weapon.

Xiao Guizang's Jiuxiao Sword has made him covetous for a long time.

The light of the sword energy that emanates from the sword itself, in the eyes of a person like him from this world, is what a real fairy sword looks like.

That was the light of an artifact that even the middle-grade Tianji didn’t have!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian couldn't help but get excited, and couldn't help but laugh so hard that his shoulders shook wildly.

He and Jingfan were already very close to each other, and when they moved like this, their broad backs kept rubbing against the two full moons.

Jingfan's heart was suddenly shaken, and he almost lost his mind. He quickly took a step back to distance himself.

Who would have thought that if he retreated, he would miss the mark.

It fell out with a sound of "Ah".

Upon seeing this, Fan Jian quickly stretched out his hand to grab it, but this grab even made him fall off the sword.

Seeing this, Elder Shen couldn't help but shook his head, jumped down, and grabbed each of them in his hands.

"It's really not appropriate to trample three people with one sword. Just make do with it!" Elder Shen said helplessly.

Fan Jian looked at Jingfan speechlessly and said.

"Why are you stepping back?"

Jingfan blushed and said awkwardly.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

After a lot of farce, the three finally arrived at Hanshi Ze when the stars were densely packed and the night was deep.

Elder Shen dropped his sword on the outside, and Panasonic and the two said.

"It's too late. Just pay attention today and try to figure out how to collect the cold dew tomorrow morning!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, and Lang Huan appeared in his palm.

"Bing Mao Zi Xin Chen, Chou Wu Wei Ding Shen, go!"

Fan Jian was curious for a while and said doubtfully.

"Why is your formula different from Gu Shengren's?"

Elder Shen said with a smile.

"The formula for the Lang Huan in each palm is different. Otherwise, if you recite the formula, the Lang Huan in my palm will also become bigger. Wouldn't that be a mess?"

Fan Jian suddenly realized what he said.

Co-authored This is controlled by voice-activated password!

The twenty-two characters of the heavenly stems and earthly branches form a ten-character password, and even a person in the thirty-third level of spiritual cultivation will not be able to repeat it.

I just don’t know if there is a good account.

For example, ugly ugly ugly ugly, ugly ugly ugly ugly.

If all ten words were "Hai", how cool would it sound?

It's the same as talking about cross talk.

While smiling, Fan Jian inadvertently looked up and saw the stars in the sky, and suddenly said in confusion.

"Eh? How come there are stars in the thirty-third realm? These are not the luminous stones from the previous realm, right?"

Jingfan looked up and said after hearing this.

"The Buddhist scriptures say that this world is just one of the three thousand worlds. If you look up at the thirty-three worlds, there will be a world for every star."

Fan Jian frowned slightly when he heard this.

It’s not like no one in this world cares about everything in the world.

Sakyamuni's statement coincides with Liang Qianjue's statement.

I wonder if any of them are from where I came from?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian suddenly felt furious.

Could this be what Liang Qianjue was talking about?

He, Fan Jian, floated in the sky and almost reached the so-called upper realm after ascension. Does that mean that people in the upper realm can come to these thirty-three realms if they want?

The more Fan Jian thought about it, the more scared he became.

If this hypothesis is true, it would be terrible!

Just two terrestrial gods can bring down an entire world. If someone who has ascended to the upper world comes down, and if he is a person who commits all kinds of evil, then the disaster that these thirty-three worlds will face is probably more terrifying than the return of the blood river. !

But if this is really what Liang Qianjue said, what can Fan Jian do?