I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Tomb of swords buried in the Eastern Region.

Dongshan, which is worshiped by thousands of swordsmen, is like a huge edgeless sword, with the scabbard as the base, inserted upside down, but still soaring into the sky.

In Dongshan, sword intent is everywhere.

The voice of the singing is up and down, as if someone is singing an opera, with high spirits.

Until the scroll of golden light above the nine heavens retracted, the domineering Daoist voice finally disappeared, and the singing opera sound inside Dongshan also stopped.

"One hundred generations replaced me with eight masters...

"Tsk tsk, after being depressed for so long, I finally regained the unrestrained feeling of decades ago...

"I really miss it."

Wearing a costume, Wen Ting walked barefoot in the dim mountain, his tone full of nostalgia.

Not long after, the low weeping sound in the sword washing pool in the distance attracted attention. Wen Ting listened carefully for a while, with the corner of his mouth curled up, and walked quickly.

"Patter."

Stepping into the Sword Washing Pond, the water splashed everywhere.

Found the source of the weeping sound, it turned out to be a broken sword.

It stands to reason that all the swords stored in the Burial Sword Tomb are masterless swords, and the masters have either fallen or lost contact. Few defeated soldiers with remnant swords still maintain such a strong vitality after being abandoned.

But the broken sword in front of him was crying, and there were still water droplets on the sword.

I don't know if it was the water from the Sword Washing Pond splashed up, or it was really the iron sword that shed tears, which is rare in thousands of years.

Wen Ting squatted down with a smile, looked at the broken sword trembling in front of him, stretched out his hand, and flicked it lightly.

"Buzz!"

Broken Sword struggled violently, unbearable to be humiliated.

With a sneer on his face, Wen Ting said with a smile:

"Qingju, Qingju, why are you so stubborn?

"I asked you to find a new master and you didn't listen. Now it's all right. He's back, but you've been abandoned. You may stay with me in this dark Dongshan for the rest of your life...

"Hahaha,

Funny, funny! "

"Wooooow!"

Broken Sword cried even more fiercely.

It really wanted to pull itself out, and flew up to slash the human in front of it with a sword.

However, if the sword in the Sword Washing Pool has no owner, it will never come out for life, and it will definitely not see the light.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Wen Ting clicked his lips and smiled devilishly.

Seeing that Broken Sword was crying harder, he took out a jade bottle and collected the water on Broken Sword's body drop by drop.

"Cry more, cry more...

"Jianlei, this is rare in a thousand years! I don't have many collections, you'd better cry harder for me."

Keng Keng Keng -

Broken Sword couldn't bear the humiliation, and burst out with a strong sword intent. Even some rusted ancient swords in the sword washing pool couldn't bear it, and they shattered one after another.

"Can this hurt me?"

Wen Ting was indifferent, letting the sharpness of the sword rage, like a breeze blowing on his face, only agitating the ends of his hair and clothes.

He stretched out his hand and flexed his fingers, and then slammed the broken sword hard.

Immediately, Qingju "wuwuwu" was so painful that he shed tears of sword again.

Wen Ting laughed loudly, picked it up in a jade bottle, and continued to mock.

"Crying, crying!

"I wonder how long you've been here with me...don't recognize the Lord? In your whole life, only the word 'crying' is left!

"Still waiting for the eight masters to understand?

"Why don't you go to heaven!"

...

Zhongyu, an ordinary blacksmith shop.

Under the iron-cast "Cao's Blacksmith Shop" plaque, a big man with a naked upper body and unicorn arms wandered anxiously, but he didn't dare to make any noise.

But obviously, he waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting into the blacksmith shop.

"Not yet?

"There are more than 30 pigs waiting in my pig farm. You have asked me to come and get the knife within the specified time limit, but it has been left alone for so long. Can I kill this pig?!"

After one sound.

The half-closed wooden door was opened with a creak, and the heat wave rushed towards his face. The big man couldn't help taking a few steps back, feeling his face was burning red.

Soon, the heavy footsteps of "dong dong dong" sounded, and a figure like a little giant stepped out of it.

The big guy is tall enough.

He is eight feet long, and because of killing pigs all the year round, his upper body is as strong as a cow.

But after the wooden door in front of him shook, the big man felt his head go black, and a little giant who could barely squeeze out of it appeared with his waist bent.

The little giant held a pocket knife in his hand, and he grasped it with just two fingers.

Out of the door, his waist was straight, so he was more than three heads taller than the pig-killer, and the horizontal area of ​​his body was as thick as a pillar, twice that of the pig-killer!

"Big brother, big brother..."

The big pig butcher shrank his neck, rubbed his hands, and his voice became weaker: "Is the knife ready? I'll carry the knife. You've worked hard~"

"Here." The little giant said in a low voice, not impatient, just handed out the butcher's knife in his hand, and squeezed back into the cramped blacksmith's shop without looking back.

"wack."

The big pig butcher grumbled, waved the knife in his hand, and at the same time felt that the quality was really good, he dropped the money and ran away in a hurry.

This "Cao's Blacksmith Shop" is so famous in the neighborhood!

The ironware cast by their father and son is really top-notch, the quality is unquestionable, and the money is very cheap.

The only weird thing is...

The pair of father and son are not good at speech, and they both look like giants, they don't look like ordinary people.

I heard that some time ago, someone saw that Cao Erzhu, that is, the little giant just now, came back from Qingyuan Mountain fighting with one hand a cow and the other hand a tiger.

I also heard that someone saw the battle scene...

It's the kind of extremely cruel, one punch, the skull is knocked out, it sounds very bloody and emotional.

This kind of person definitely doesn't need a knife to kill a pig, just tear it by hand.

Inside the blacksmith shop.

Cao Erzhu walked back to the front of the bellows, picked up the special big hammer, and while bombarding, couldn't help recalling the vision that had just delayed him returning the sword.

"One hundred generations exchanged for my eight gods, and I used my order to summon the divine light...

"It's really fucking literate, not like me, only babbling, like a child.

"Hmm... This person is the Eighth Uncle Dad mentioned, right?"

The little giant has two eyes sandwiched between the fleshy faces, and what is written in the eyes is called a longing.

Twenty-six years old, just at the age of youth.

Who wouldn't feel overwhelmed and longing for the holy scene just now?

Cao Erzhu recalled his life.

His mother passed away due to dystocia, and his younger sister ran away from home after being fed up with his father's violent temper. He himself worked in this dilapidated blacksmith shop for more than 20 years.

Sometimes, he really had enough of this mortal life.

Obviously he is also very strong, but he can't use any abilities, just like a waste.

He also wanted to get out of the blacksmith's shop, step into that mysterious realm, and fight with those immortal spirit refiners, but his father always only allowed himself to fight wild beasts, and did not allow him to step into the spirit refinement world at all.

"One hundred generations replaced me with eight masters..."

While Cao Erzhu was bombarding the iron embryo, while chanting this word, his blood energy suddenly surged up, and hot air spewed out from his seven orifices, and he felt an inexplicable force appearing, which made him want to resist.

"Father!"

He turned his head and kept moving his hands, but he shouted and looked towards the closed backyard where the sun was out of sight.

In the dark backyard, blue lightning flashed occasionally, outlining the silhouette of a taller giant.

The giant was also bare-chested, and he still wore a large cloak in the small blacksmith shop that looked like the inside of a volcano.

He was holding a huge wine barrel in his hand, and just this, like a big stone pier, filled the entire backyard space.

The lightning flashed, and the lighting time showed that the muscles of his forearm could be vaguely seen. The knotted discs were so big that they could cover three heads of the man who took the knife to kill the pig just now!

"belch--"

The heavy belching sound, the accompanying strong smell of alcohol, and a nasal sound of "um" responded to Cao Erzhu's call, and also pointed out that the old man was still awake.

Cao Erzhu took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Father!

"I am proficient in punishing the gods and punishing the robbery. I have also mastered the six transformations of the spiritual mind. I have also learned your "gentleman's violent hammer method". I have also learned the last level and the twelfth level. , and the realm of refining spirits, I am also in the realm of the throne..."

"Hi!" A wine hiccup interrupted Cao Erzhu's spellcasting, followed by a drowsy, raving voice, but as thick as thunder, "Say... the point, hiccup!"

Cao Erzhu shuddered, and said weakly, "Father, I, I want to go out."

"Where are you going?"

"Go, go out."

"How far?"

"Very, very far."

"How soon will you be back?"

"No, I don't know..."

There was a bang.

The inside of the blacksmith's shop exploded like a thunderbolt, followed by two bolts of lightning intersecting and storming over: "Er Zhu, what are you talking about?"

Cao Erzhu didn't dare to meet his father's gaze at all, he turned his head and knocked on the iron block, thinking of the arrogance of "replacing a hundred generations with my eight masters", he said vigorously: "I actually want to go to the outside world... Take a look~"

"You're gone, who will support me?" In the darkness, a heavy, thunderous voice sounded again.

Cao Erzhu stopped knocking, and scratched his head with the red hammer, his eyes became more confused: "It seems to be too..."

"belch!"

Another heavy belch, the giant in the backyard gulped down the barrel, then threw it away, and after wiping his mouth, he became much more awake, saying:

"It's too dangerous outside. Have you been tricked by your eighth uncle? He just said that he was tricking a child like you into going to die."

"How old are you? Even if you have mastered what you just said, do you know how dangerous it is in the spirit refining world outside?"

Cao Erzhu shrank his neck, his eyes were full of curiosity: "How dangerous?"

The giant in the backyard sighed, but this time he didn't scold at the head, but said earnestly:

"Your Eighth Uncle was born able to fight against Grandmasters, and Taixu was able to fight against Saint Emperors, but he was still beaten to death for decades, how dangerous do you think it is outside?

"The spirit refining world is full of geniuses like your eighth uncle! And your eighth uncle couldn't beat me back then!

"Can you beat me? If not, you go out to deliver food?"

Cao Erzhu is submissive.

He couldn't even beat his father with one hand, how could he beat those geniuses outside?

But from the rumors in the market, it seems that there are not so many geniuses like Uncle Ba?

The giant in the backyard wearing a cloak seemed to know what his baby was thinking, and snorted like thunder, causing smoke and dust to roll from the ceiling:

"What's the use of listening to your neighbor's bullshit?

"Your father and I are from the same era as your eighth uncle. You don't listen to me, but listen to legends?"

Cao Erzhu felt ashamed, what the old man said was very reasonable and very educated.

The giant in the backyard seemed to have the idea of ​​completely giving up on his own child running away from home, and then asked after a pause, "Have you mastered the profound meaning of the Thunder Element?"

"It's still a little bit worse." Cao Erzhu blushed in humility and shame.

"Hmph! You haven't mastered the secrets yet, and you still want to hang out?"

The old man's sarcasm still pierces people's hearts as before:

"The outside world is full of mysteries! I can easily give you an example of Ba Zun and Yumo. Think about how terrifying those people are?

"Genius walks all over the place, you go out to hang?

"I haven't even grasped a mere secret, how dare you mention that you want to go out? I don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Cao Erzhu heard tears in his eyes, and finally dispelled the absurd thoughts in his heart, the world of refining spirits is really scary.

"I see……"

"Don't even think about going out, I'm out of wine, go to the wine cellar to get some wine."

"Oh, yes."

Watching his little doll go to the basement, Cao Yihan fell into deep thought.

"One hundred generations replaced me with eight masters...

"Oh, that's crazy! Is this announcing that you're coming back?"

Turned over, trying to stand up.

But as soon as he moved his body, Qi Hai Shengyuan exploded like thunder, and he was about to wake up.

Surging power surged out from the limbs and bones, as if to break through the layers of shackles...

"grass!"

Cao Yihan cursed angrily, and returned to half-lying down.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, and he tore off the iron ring around his neck. There were still nine tokens hanging on the iron ring, each with a word "Forbidden" written on it.

As soon as you hold your hand, you have to crush and let out your breath.

But in the end, Cao Yihan endured it.

"Nine of the bullshit anti-military orders can't suppress the semi-holy realm, Dao Qiongcang, you are a waste!" The giant in the backyard pointed at the ceiling and cursed:

"Saobao old man, tell me not to move, and then bring wine!"

...

at the same time.

Because of a volume of the Holy Emperor's Jinzhao, and because of the sentence "a hundred generations will be replaced by my eight masters".

Almost people in the last era have heard this statement:

"I'm back!"

This time, it was no longer just talking to the Holy God Hall, nor was it just a vague figure, standing behind the saint fighting, being the mastermind behind the scenes.

But in a stately manner, the Eight Saint Slaves are solemnly declaring to the five regions of the whole continent:

"I'm back!"

If the reverberation of the holy power spray treasure in the Yunlun Mountains last time brought the image of a disillusionment bubble to the world, many people thought but did not dare to confirm whether the eight gods had really recovered from their fallen state.

Then this time, when the golden edict of the Holy Emperor came out, no one would believe it!

The sword cultivators of the Eastern Region were having a carnival, but the semi-sages of the Five Regions were trembling instead...

As for the instigator, Ba Zun, himself, was above the high altitude of Guyin Cliff. After the edict was announced, he lost the protection of the Holy Emperor's power. If the meteor fell, it would hit straight back.

"unlucky."

One second before the water ghost was still immersed in the vigor and artistic conception created by the eight masters, the next second he looked at the "Old Eight Sword Immortal" who had no image at him, and his mouth was twisted with anger.

Too weak!

With a wave of his hand, the water caught the helpless Bazun, preventing this guy from being smashed into pieces of meat and died. The water ghost let out a long sigh.

"Water, water..."

The eight masters seemed to be drained dry, and after getting up, they were so weak that their voices had no strength.

Cenqiaofu covered his face and handed over the jug, without saying a word, as if he had no face to face the current state of the proclaimer of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao.

"Gulu Gulu~"

The eight masters took several sips of medicinal wine before feeling weak and recovering some strength, and finally he no longer looked like a soft-legged shrimp.

"Rumble..."

There was an explosion in the air.

The eight gods raised their eyes, and the city of the sky, which fell from the sky, was falling to this side.

The speed of the ancient city's fall was extremely fast, and it would take less than half a stick of incense to kill everyone here.

"Receive the Internet cafe."

The eight gods turned their eyes and looked at the water ghost.

"you you you……"

Before the water ghost moved, an untimely voice appeared from the side.

The eight gods were stunned and looked sideways.

But seeing a one-armed lame old man who was beaten back to his original shape by the holy emperor's breath, his face was flushed with excitement.

He ate all his fingers into his mouth, clamped his feet tightly, and kept jumping up and down, looking like a little girl.

Seeing the idol looking over, the old man's old eyes widened even more like light bulbs, glowing frantically, white gas began to come out of his scalp.

"You, you, you..." Xiu Yuanke was so excited that he couldn't complete his words.

"?" The eight masters frowned.

"I, I, I..." Xiu Yuanke almost fainted on the spot.

"..."

Bazun took a long breath, then took a deep look at the stranger, then turned to look at Cenchov and the water ghost.

"Who is this stuttering?"

Le Wen

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