I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Between battles.

Four thrones, one acquired.

Walking at the forefront of the imperial guards was an old man with a big knife on his back.

As soon as this old man appeared, even Chong Dong, the commander of Chong Da, gave up the first place.

"Yuan Sandao?"

The uncle smiled. He didn't know the other little guys, but he still had some impression of this old man.

He has a good memory.

When the ten seats in the Central Territory were competing, this Yuan Sandao didn't seem to have such an old face, even though he passed a round of swimming.

But that saber intent that looked down on the world still left some impression on him.

Yuan Sandao narrowed his eyes and paced out.

Anyone can think that the sloppy uncle in front of him is an acquired talent. It took him only half a day to find the gap in the space, and then he split open the distorted space with a single knife, so he dare not underestimate him.

That sword intent, the strength of the folding space...

Who dares to say that this guy is just acquired?

The fact that he can be the only one standing in the middle of the battle should not be underestimated.

Yuan Sandao knew that in addition to spiritual masters, there are many terrifying ways in this world.

For example, purely practicing swordsmanship, specializing in "ancient swordsmanship", a swordsman who does not mix any spiritual power at all.

Obviously, the person in front of him is very likely to be in this special situation.

"You are……"

He lowered his head and asked in a concentrated voice.

He is basically familiar with the powerhouses on the throne in the entire East Heaven Realm.

The person in front of him indeed gave him a sense of deja vu, but if he really wanted to recall it, he couldn't remember the slightest trace of it.

Even right now, this person is standing like this, the more Yuan Sandao wants to see this person's face clearly, the more blurred his vision becomes.

"how is this possible?"

Yuan Sandao was surprised.

He didn't think that the opening of the White Cave would attract those peerless powerhouses who were above the Dao to come here.

So right now, there is only one possibility left.

This guy has a special method of concealment, but there is no doubt that his strength...

Very strong!

The uncle looked at the four people in front of him, shook his head lightly, there was not even a slight fluctuation in his eyes, and then his hoarse voice sounded.

"Who am I, you can't remember even if you tell me, skip this question."

He looked up at the sky.

"If you have any questions, ask them earlier... How about this, I will give you three chances to ask questions. When the time is up, I will leave."

As he spoke, he dragged the sack on the ground, and with a bang, put it on his shoulders.

Chongdong was angry.

He was not a good-tempered person.

What is clearly here is the hand of this guy.

Created a ten-mile vacuum in the city, turned the world upside down, you said you would leave us three chances to ask questions, and then leave?

What a shit joke!

"Boy,

The cultivation base is not high, but the character is not small! "

"Three questions?"

"Why don't I cut you into three pieces, show mercy, and give you ten chances to ask questions and why?"

As soon as Chongdong finished speaking, Qiu Xuan and Liu Jing on the side became vigilant.

For people of their level, trash talk rarely works.

If Chongdong could really irritate this weird guy in front of him and force him to take action, maybe he would be able to break the deadlock.

Opportunity!

Yuan Sandao is also waiting for this opportunity.

The uncle laughed.

He was completely different from the nervousness of the four people in front of him, and he didn't even have the posture of facing a big enemy.

He really is like a junk picker, wandering around, making his home everywhere.

As a result, walking in this war full of deep pits and smoke, there is still a kind of laxity to pick up iron.

"Boy?"

After repeating the sentence, the uncle's smile suddenly froze, and his cloudy eyes focused on Chongdong.

"It's been a long time since I heard that someone dared to call me that in front of me."

"This world is too busy, everyone is in a hurry, as if they are rushing to reincarnate."

"There are many ways to take death, why choose the fastest one?"

His tone was very calm, but the faint anger could also be heard.

It seems that the existence of this sloppy uncle is the kind that I can do whatever I want, but if you really dictate what I want, maybe you will follow my way!

Chongdong obviously didn't see any trace of cruelty in the man's eyes.

But after this guy finished speaking, he felt an inexplicable panic!

"This……"

Chongdong was startled, he is the throne, what kind of guy can make himself have such a cowardly mentality with a single word?

"I am just joking?"

He let go of his panic, sneered, and said again: "It's just talk, if you make Tiansang City like this, you still dare to do it?"

"Tianmulberry City..."

The uncle shook his head and said, "I didn't make it here."

Chongdong laughed and pointed at the sack, "It wasn't you who made it, how could it be the boy here?"

"That corpse!"

Pointing at the red dog's body, he laughed and said, "That kid also beheaded it?"

The uncle sighed.

"If you really want to say that, it's not that you can't explain it this way. After all, I just made up the last knife."

"Of course, I killed people. I don't deny that."

"I have always been very fair in doing things..."

He suddenly paused, "Put your fingers down!"

Chongdong's hand pointed to the red dog's body.

But the corpse was right next to him.

It looked like he was being pointed at and talking.

With the uncle's shout, the atmosphere became extremely solidified.

Even the people outside the arena are aware of the subtlety of the situation, and they feel a little on the verge of breaking out.

Chongdong's eyes froze, and his fingers turned around unyieldingly, pointing at the uncle.

"You look so proud? I can't even move my hands? Do you want to listen to you obediently?" He sneered.

When the uncle's loose sleeves moved, the hands hidden inside seemed to bend, but they stopped suddenly.

He looked at Yuan Sandao in front of him, suppressed the urge to strike, and then looked back at Chongdong.

"Young man, I admire you very much. When I was young, I was very aggressive, but in this world..."

"You have to understand, too rigid is easy to break."

"It's easy to die when you talk to others like this."

Chongdong laughed loudly: "Young man?"

He stroked his chin, which was unshaven.

Looking carefully at the man in front of him, it seems that this man has more beards than himself.

But that's because he's slovenly!

Looking at the bone age like this, you can't survive to be a hundred years old, how dare you call yourself a young man?

He said happily: "Your kid really just opens his mouth, how old are you, are you weaned?"

"How old is your grandfather, do you know?"

"Speaking such wild words, don't you look at your cultivation level?"

"the day after tomorrow?"

"When I ran across the Eastern Region, you didn't know where to spray milk... Ah! Grass!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a cry of pain in his mouth.

A severed finger was cut in front of him, and blood spurted out.

The sword qi that came out of nowhere cut across his scalp like this. If he hadn't reacted in time, his head would probably fly out.

Chongdong's body was covered with cold sweat that seeped directly from his back.

However... flinch?

nonexistent!

He caught the severed finger from the void, and already judged the general cultivation level of the man in front of him from this blow.

"throne!"

"Do it!"

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