Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Stand back, they can't hurt me!" Fan Jian said domineeringly.

The gods looked at me and I looked at you, then slowly continued to retreat behind Fan Jian.

The two teams of immortal soldiers and generals, with hundreds of people in total, surrounded Fan Jiancheng and stepped forward step by step with weapons in hand.

"Biwei Qingzhen!"

Fan Jian fired hundreds of needles at the two teams of immortal soldiers and generals. The flaw attack was triggered multiple times. The two teams of immortal soldiers and generals frequently suffered fixed damage, complained endlessly, and fell to the ground one after another.

"What?" Bai Sui Shenjun couldn't believe his eyes. He shook the whisk in his hand hard and looked at Fan Jian with wide eyes and said in surprise.

"Are you hiding some mechanism?"

"Why don't you trust people so much, Bai Sui Shenjun, why don't you try it yourself?" Fan Jian looked at Bai Sui Shenjun and said in a mean tone.

"You..." The Bai Sui Shenjun couldn't bear this anger, so he stepped forward, thought for a moment and then took it back, "You want to trick me into being fooled, but I'm not that stupid!"

Fan Jian shrugged and said it didn't matter.

"As you can see, it's not that you brought many people, I'm afraid of you! A few more waves will have the same result!"

The Bai Sui Shenjun thought for a while, looked at Fan Jian and said seriously: "Fan Jian, you yourself have such strength, what about the others, where are the divine cultivators behind you?"

"If our hundred thousand immortal soldiers and generals swarm forward, how many of them can you knock down at the same time? How many of the people behind you can you protect?"

When Fan Jian heard this, he looked at Bai Sui Shenjun with fierce eyes, "Shameless!"

The Bai Sui Shenjun smiled and said nothing, letting Fan Jian think for himself.

"Since both of us are worried about casualties, let's make a rule. This will also appear to be a gentleman!"

Fan Jian remembered the method he used in the previous battle against the Hell Realm.

"Oh? Tell me about it?"

"Since the outcome of the battle is determined by the strong masters, there is no need for us to make unnecessary sacrifices. Both sides can choose five battles each. Of course, these five battles can also be with the same person!"

"As long as this person is strong enough, then we will have a best-of-five-game system. Whichever side wins three battles first will be considered the winner. This can minimize casualties!"

"How's that? What's my suggestion?"

"Interesting, interesting, I think you can give it a try!" Bai Sui Shenjun looked at Fan Jian and said seriously.

"But I have a condition. There is no limit to the number of parties participating in the war, because after all, the level of strength in the mortal world is not as strong as that in the Lingxiao world. It depends on the coordination of skills, moves and tactics!"

Seeing Bai Sui Shenjun take the bait, Fan Jian continued.

"No problem. Anyway, if there are a few more weaklings, they will only be cannon fodder at best!"

The Bai Sui Shenjun nodded and said.

In fact, Bai Sui Shenjun was willing to agree to Fan Jian's request because he had his own concerns. After all, Qing Emperor's order was to bring Fan Jian back alive.

With the strength that Fan Jian had just shown, if he had to fight hard, Fan Jian would fight to the death and cause more fearless casualties. It would be difficult to complete the Qing Emperor's order, so Fan Jian's suggestion at this time was just right.

"If you lose, just follow me back to Lingxiao Realm and obey our commands!"

"If you lose, leave the mortal world immediately! And you are not allowed to come back again!" Fan Jian retorted without showing any signs of weakness.

"What a joke, will Lingxiao Realm lose?" Bai Sui Shenjun laughed and said, "Giant General, you can play with them in the first game!"

As he spoke, a giant strong man walked out of the crowd and landed on the ground of the vast Xiaju Realm.

The strong man was three meters tall, with a strong body and an exposed belly. He held an equally huge Xuanhua board ax in his hand. He had a beard on his face and a ferocious face.

"I am the Divine General under the Great Heavenly Throne of the Zhen Tower - the Giant Spirit Divine General. That little thief Fan Jian, come and die!" the strong man said angrily, while raising his huge Xuanhua board axe.

"Why does this thing look a bit unintelligent!" Fan Jian raised his head and looked at the silly big man opposite him, thinking quietly in his heart.

"Fan Jian, don't underestimate the giant spirit general. Anyone who can fit under the throne of the Great Heavenly King of the Zhen Tower is not an ordinary immortal. You'd better be careful!" The white-year-old god looked at Fan Jian with some disdain. said loudly.

"Although this Giant Spirit God General looks silly, he gives people a strong sense of oppression. His combat strength should be stronger than that of Fan Buwei!"

At this time, a person wearing a black gauze mask suddenly appeared from the crowd, and Fan Jian recognized her as one of the immortals brought by Lord Ludong.

"Fan Jian, the giant spirit general is one of the top ten generals of Qingting. He is the vanguard of every battle in Qingting. He is extremely powerful! He has rich combat experience, so you must be careful in this first battle!"

Fan Jian nodded, and when he was thinking about who to play in the first battle, the Demonic Buddha suddenly appeared next to Fan Jian.

"Donor Fan, this giant spirit general is huge, please let me, the monk, meet him for a while!"

"Lord Madam Buddha?" Fan Jian was about to say something, but Madam Buddha interrupted, "Don't worry, Donor Fan, I am the first monk in the thirty-third level of spiritual cultivation to become a Buddha immediately!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he stopped talking and gave up half of his body, allowing the Mad Demon Buddha to walk in front of the giant spirit general.

"You, great monk, tell me your name. My giant spirit ax will not kill nameless ghosts!" The giant spirit god raised his xuanhua board ax with both hands and said to the Mad Demon Buddha.

"Amitabha, the poor monk and the Demonic Buddha are also like this!" The Demonic Buddha clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"What is both a demon and a Buddha, neither fish nor fowl, stop talking nonsense and show your weapons!" said the Giant Spirit God General looking at the Demonic Buddha.

The Demonic Buddha touched the skull beads hanging around his neck and said, "This is the weapon of the poor monk!"

"Can this bunch of weird beads stand up to my Xuanhua axe, pretending to be a god?" The giant spirit general said loudly, "Come on then, I will let you, a great monk, see the difference between an immortal and a mortal. "

As he spoke, the Giant Spirit God General held a giant ax in both hands and slashed at the Epiphany Buddha. The Epiphany Buddha itself was large, but in front of the Giant Spirit God General, he looked like a child.

"Amitabha!" The Demonic Buddha clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. Suddenly, golden light flashed all over his body, as if the Buddha came to the world, and his angry body suddenly appeared behind him, solemn and majestic.

In the blink of an eye, the giant spirit general's xuanhua ax was already slashing in front of the epilepsy Buddha. The epilepsy Buddha was not in a hurry, his hands were wrapped in golden light, and he suddenly clasped his hands together, clamping the giant spirit general's xuanhua ax. .

The giant spirit god general frowned and wanted to withdraw his giant ax to continue attacking, but found that he couldn't do it.