Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Noon!

Furious and blazing!

After one day of heavy rain and one day of light rain, the temperature rose abnormally.

It was already close to the end of the year, but the world of divine cultivation was as hot as midsummer.

Fan Jian was lying on a rocking chair, surrounded by the circulation of wind and water veins, which reduced the heat around his body and blew away the heat on his body.

He was spinning the Yin and Yang balls in his hand, and next to his other hand was an ice bucket with Ziyun Qinglu wine in the bucket, which he took out from time to time to taste.

His eyes lazily looked at Gu Bufan and others who were waving their fists and raising their hands under the scorching sun not far away.

After a night of gradual practice, these land immortals finally practiced the nine Buddha images and nine seals one by one.

The effects of the nine different Buddha seals were different, and according to the different Buddha images they opened, they also made them focus on different boxing.

The sword fingers were similar, so most people chose to major in sword fingers and minor in boxing.

Wusheng chose to major in boxing and supplement with sword finger.

The only one who learned both was Gu Bufan.

He started with the fighting form of the powerful king Buddha and soon finished practicing all the nine seals and nine forms.

But strangely, he could not open the form of Sakyamuni Buddha and the Tai Chi diagram.

As long as he took that posture, the blood and qi in his body would surge, and soon he would almost suffocate all the internal injuries.

The same as him were Guan Shuya and Meng Sanqian.

This made Fan Jian very helpless.

He pouted, took a sip of wine, raised his hand and a sword finger popped out, and immediately a stream of true energy passed by Guan Shuya's head.

"Don't be lazy! Keep going!"

Guan Shuya gritted his teeth and could only condense the true energy with the sword finger again.

Gu Bufan frowned when he saw this.

This sword finger is simply not a skill that ordinary people can practice. When releasing it, one must unite the mind and thoughts, and use the handprint to drive the true qi into sword energy. At the same time, the more in line with the Buddha's appearance, the greater the damage caused.

But Fan Jian is different.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the strength of the sword finger was almost comparable to their full strength. With one finger, the dozens of miles of extremely solid Zhujie Mountain could be easily penetrated.

Although he and Xiao Guizang had once fought through a boundary, the land under his feet was not even one-third as hard as Zhujie Mountain, not to mention that it was done by the two of them.

What is the strength of this kid?

Just when Gu Bufan was surprised, he saw a man flying from the boundary. It was a monk from the Sakya Sect.

The monk walked up to Wusheng, bowed and said:

"Acting Master!"

Wusheng nodded and said:

"Tell the intelligence to Donor Fan!"

The monk nodded, walked up to Fan Jian and said:

"I am Kongxiang from the Sakyamuni Sect!"

Fan Jian looked at him and asked in confusion:

"Divine Eyes?"

Kongxiang nodded and said:

"Yes, I saw that the demons in the hell realm, led by the headless demon general, swept a river of fire and were advancing upwards.

But Donor Fan Your formation is blocking us, and there is no way to break it at the moment."

Fan Jian nodded and said:

"Thank you, Master!"

He took out a few bottles of Super Soul-Enriching Pills and handed them over, saying:

"Please take care of me, Master, and go explore again, but remember to be safe!"

Kong Xiang was flattered and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Fan. If I don't go to hell, who will? Mr. Fan, you are too kind! I will go explore the situation again!"

Kong Xiang said, and took the Soul-Enriching Pills and left.

Fan Jian turned around and saw that Guan Shuya was lazy again. His hands were stretched out limply, and no true energy was emitted at all.

He immediately curled his lips, jumped forward and said:

"Everyone, we have almost finished practicing. Sha Xinlie is breaking the formation. It's time for us to practice our soldiers!"

"How to practice?" Everyone was confused.

Is it time to go down and fight them?

But Fan Jian smiled and said:

"It's very simple. Now I am Sha Xinlie. You have to walk all the Nine Nine Palace Steps during my attack, and then hit me with one blow. If you win, you lose if I hit you seriously!"

"Tsk..." Guan Shuya sneered.

"Master Fan, your strength is very strong, but you don't think you are the same as Sha Xinlie, right?"

Fan Jian smiled slightly and said:

"You can try! If you win, I will give you a bottle of Ziyun Qinglu wine!"

Guan Shuya pondered for a moment and said immediately:

"Okay! Then I will be the first one!"

The rest of the people flew away, leaving a place for the two of them.

Guan Shuya and Fan Jian stood opposite each other, and waves of air suddenly rose around them.

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, and his divine clone appeared immediately. He smiled at Guan Shuya and said:

"Let you run a hundred steps first!"

Guan Shuya sneered and said:

"Then I'll give in!"

As he spoke, his feet flashed repeatedly, and the Nine-Nine Divine Palace Steps had taken more than ten steps in an instant.

Guan Shuya was insidious and vicious, but his talent was no less than that of other land immortals.

And the Mo Fa Sect's martial arts method, the Nine Laws of Human Law, is a collection of the world's moves and routines.

In Muyue Pavilion, he could easily resist the attacks of Elder Shen and Ye Wuya by himself, which was enough to show that this person was extraordinary.

Fan Jian silently counted his route of action. When it was almost 99, he pointed out with one finger, and a sharp sword energy suddenly surged out, blocking Guan Shuya's next move.

Guan Shuya was counting his steps when he suddenly felt a burst of sword energy coming towards him. He immediately raised his sword to block it subconsciously. Then he thought that he could only dodge, so he quickly stopped and retracted his head.

He saw the sword energy flying past his forehead. He barely managed to avoid the sword energy, but was blown away by the strong wind and his hair was blown away. He glared at Fan Jian with disheveled hair.

"Didn't you say you want me to run 100 steps first?"

Fan Jian smiled immediately after hearing this and said:

"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm not good at calculating. I made a mistake. You keep running."

Uncle Guan gritted his teeth, but he couldn't say anything. No matter it was 100 steps or 99 steps, it was not a pleasant thing to have his hair tied up with one finger.

I saw his feet flash again, and this time he quickly reached the 100-step limit.

Guan Shuya held his breath and paid attention to Fan Jian's movements, but still did not dare to stop.

At this moment, I was shocked to feel a vast condensation of sword energy. I turned around and saw that Fan Jian and the spiritual shadow had thousands of sword energy condensed around them.

This time, not only Guan Shuya, but also other people could not sit still.

For them, it is extremely difficult for them to be able to fire sword fingers with these nine seals in succession. At this time, Fan Jian only formed one seal. How could he have the sword energy condensed from so many sword seals?

Wu Sheng looked at Fan Jian in astonishment and said:

"This is... the Thousand Arms of Sakyamuni!"

"What Sakyamuni Thousand Arms?" Meng Sanqian asked doubtfully.

"You use your spiritual thoughts to perceive, don't use your naked eyes to see." Wu Sheng said.

Everyone immediately activated their spiritual thoughts to sense the sword energy.

In his spiritual perception, Fan Jian had a Thousand-Armed Tathagata condensed around him.

Each hand holds a sword finger. Wherever the sword finger touches, the sword energy is filled with steam, as if a meteor shower is falling in clusters.

Fan Jian said with a smile:

"Are you ready? I'm coming!"