I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The storyteller's face was tangled, it should be just his Wenming.

Tzenchov sighed, showing an expression that really did.

The masked man was heartbroken when he heard it, and suddenly he was stunned. He reacted, and his face became serious: "It's all about this, and you are still playing tricks with me, aren't you?"

"What?"

Xu Xiaoshou's passion was extinguished on the spot.

"Xu Xiaoshou?" the masked man asked back, "You want to fool me? Does this count? You swear to me by Wenming!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

"My name is Xu..."

"Wen Ming!"

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless, and said in a sad voice: "Holy Slave, I heard that, I choose to join..."

"Hmmmm."

Only then did the masked man nodded in satisfaction, pressed the shoulder of the young man in front of him, and said, "Your token is mine, please keep it for now, and I'll engrave another for you later when I'm free."

"In theory, I still have some contacts on the mainland."

"Although I don't know what enemies you will encounter in the future, but if there is something that cannot be solved, you can try to take out the token. Maybe the flood has washed into the Dragon King Temple, and the other party may choose to let you go."

"Is that so?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up, and he asked, "What about the red and white clothes?"

"The old man advises you not to."

Cenchov made up the knife silently in the back: "You should find a chance to destroy it. If you really take it out, you will only die worse."

The masked man Yile: "Yes, taking out the token depends on the situation."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

this.

So what is the use of this token?

Looking at the young man in front of him who suddenly looked disgusted, the masked man added: "But if it's really a fatal situation, you can try it."

"One is that the death is worse, and the other is that there may be a little more hope for escape, isn't it?"

"Yes." Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and silently put away the token.

"Then, you are welcome to join."

The masked man let go of his hand, feeling as if he had accomplished some important event, turned his head to look at the storyteller, and said, "Let me introduce you."

Xu Xiaoshou also turned his head to look.

He knew that the other party should introduce the internal situation of Sheng Slave to him.

The storyteller pouted, but did not refuse.

"The Holy Slave has a total of ten chairs, each representing the ten most powerful people, scattered all over the continent, each performing different tasks."

"He is ranked seventh, that is, the seventh in command of the holy slave."

The storyteller pointed to the masked man and said, "This is the head of the Holy Slave. You know, he ranks first. The organization of the Holy Slave was created by him alone."

The masked man's eyes were slightly closed, and his chest was slightly straightened out.

The storyteller pointed at Tzenchov again, and the latter stood up straight, and his momentum also stood up.

"This old man... the fourth in command of the Holy Slave is just a little older, nothing special."

Cenchov's expression darkened immediately, "Storyteller, what do you mean?"

"That's what it means, you just came in earlier than me, it's no big deal."

The storyteller curled his lips: "If he can live with you for so many years, his strength must be beyond the current level."

"you!"

Tzenchov drew the hatchet.

"Hey, there are newcomers here." The masked man glared at him abruptly, and then Cenchov put down his hands with a beard and a stare.

Xu Xiaoshou was terrified when he heard it.

"fourth?"

"The fourth is too empty, the previous..."

He suddenly thought of Sang Lao, "By the way, Sheng Nu's second in command?"

"That's your master."

The storyteller took the conversation and said: "He ranks second, he is also senior, and he just knew my brother earlier."

"What about strength?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was something wrong with the strength of this organization.

The fourth is Taixu.

Shouldn't the top three be stronger?

But when Mr. Sang met him for the first time, he felt that he was as strong as the throne!

Even cutting the road is a bit false.

"Strength..."

The storyteller frowned: "This is not easy to say,

These guys haven't seen each other for a long time, and their strengths are basically fluctuating. "

"Some went up, and some got injured and fell. It's very unstable."

"But you just need to know that your master was more than ten years ago... more than ten years ago, right?"

The storyteller glanced back at the masked man and saw that he was confused, so he said to himself: "Anyway, it was not more than ten years ago, or it was decades ago."

"He is already able to fight against Gou Wuyue!"

this……

Although Xu Xiaoshou already had some confidence in his mind, he was still shocked when old man Sang's true strength was recognized by a powerful man in the world.

Gou Wuyue is one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

Sword Immortal is the peak combat power in Taixu.

Old man Sang, he had reached this level more than ten years ago?

Then he is in Tiansang Linggong...

"he got hurt."

The storyteller knew what Wen Ming was thinking, and said: "In a fight with Gou Wuyue, even if you can hurt the opponent, the power of the sword fairy is not so easy to bear."

"After that battle, he directly lost the largest stronghold of the Holy Slave in the central region, and even his strength almost fell below the throne."

"Fortunately, I returned to the Eastern Region, the place where I made my fortune, and I seem to have found a medicine that can restore my realm. I have been slowly improving over the years."

"So that's how it is..." Xu Xiaoshou nodded, and then asked, "What about the others?"

He sneaked a glance at Cenchov: "The fourth is too empty, who is the third, and the strength of others..."

"I won't talk much about this."

The masked man interrupted loudly: "Anyway, you just need to know that none of the top ten holy slaves are made of Xumu, they are real."

"Every high-ranking chair is placed in a certain place, and there will be great turmoil in that position, for the ultimate goal."

"As for whether we will be afraid of other people..."

The masked man paused, seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time: "Let's put it this way, counting the storyteller who is about to make a breakthrough, among the top ten holy slaves, almost all of them are about to lose their temper."

"Get angry?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

"Um."

The masked man nodded: "The power of Taixu."

"hiss."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was quite shocked.

Ten, ten too empty?

"This is just the power on the surface."

The masked man said with a smile: "Secretly, there are still many people who have not been contacted, but they are all consistent with our ultimate goal."

"They're waiting, and so are we."

"Waiting for a suitable opportunity, I guess, I can completely break the cage of this world."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned inwardly, but he couldn't help having doubts: "The ultimate goal, what is that?"

"That's your goal."

The masked man exclaimed: "If you don't become a saint, you will end up as a slave!"

slave?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the shackles in his mind were suddenly released, as if he understood something.

In the past, he could always feel the existence of this layer of confinement, but he couldn't say it, and it was hard to know what kind of feeling it was.

but now……

"Holy slave, holy slave, if you don't become a saint, you will end up as a slave?"

"So that's the meaning?"

yes!

Isn't the fact that I am wandering around and bumping into walls everywhere, is it not a true portrayal of not being strong enough and only being a slave?

Those strong men who have been killed in the chess game, no matter how majestic they look, aren't they just a pawn in the hands of others, a "slave"?

"If you are not a saint, you will end up as a slave..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured, and asked, "Holy, what is it?"

He thought of the Embarrassed Saint.

Can one really be freed from slavery after being sanctified?

The masked man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly upward, looking at the pattering rain in the sky, and said: "Holy, it means a saint."

"By subdivision, there are realms above Taixu, that is, semi-sages, and ten realms of saints."

"Only when you have reached this point can you be regarded as having stepped on the top of the world with half your foot..."

The masked man let out a "hmm" and added: "Really, the top of the world!"

Half a foot...Xu Xiaoshou heard the voice of his words, and the picture of the saint in embarrassment flashed again in his mind, and he couldn't help asking: "Then if you become a saint, you can really be free?"

After the sound fell, Cenchov, the storyteller, and even the masked man all looked over in surprise.

"how?"

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back in fear for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"Can you ask this question..."

The masked man was thoughtful, and said, "Have you seen someone?"

"who?"

"Where's your Yan Mang, let me take a look." The masked man stretched out his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated for a moment and refused to take it out.

"join member fee?"

This is too expensive!

A black line dropped from the forehead of the masked man: "No! Just take a look."

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly took out the famous Jian Yan Python.

"It's really it..."

The masked man took the famous sword.

The famous sword trembled wildly for a moment, but after stroking it with his palm, it became completely quiet and let out a cry of joy.

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, but didn't say anything.

Famous swords recognize the master, and they will have a sense of repulsion to other people.

But if the person in front of him is really...

"Why does it listen to you?" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold back his curiosity after all.

He remembered that when he touched Su Qianqian's famous tomb city Xuexue earlier, the sword flew back to the master's side without giving him a chance at all.

But the masked man let out a laugh: "The famous sword is also psychic. If you want to make friends with it, it will naturally not object."

"It's really that simple?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little suspicious.

"Of course not."

The masked man smiled and handed the sword back, "But if I really want to make friends with it, would it dare to refuse?"

"..."

Now Xu Xiaoshou choked to death.

When he took the sword, he could feel a tinge of relief-like joy from Yan Mang.

The sword was in the masked man's hand just now, is he nervous?

"There is such a breath."

The masked man tightened his fingers, looked back at Cenchov and said, "That's him."

Tzenchov nodded.

Even if he didn't believe it in his heart, he fully understood at this moment.

The young man in front of him probably has more potential than what he sees.

It's okay to see the first seat.

The Holy Emperor of the Void Island actually fell in love with this person?

horrible!

"What do you mean, is there any secret that others don't know?" The storyteller saw the two people flirting in front of him, and was furious.

The masked man didn't explain, but looked at Xu Xiaoshou, answering his question just now.

"Sanctification does not necessarily mean breaking free from the cage."

"After all, there are more than one pair of eyes staring at you in the sky all the time."

Xu Xiaoshou looked up again and saw the rain curtain.

He already knew that the masked man was not lying.

After all, the "Attention" on the information bar, which is refreshed every once in a while, basically has no other explanation except that it comes from the rain curtain of the White Cave.

"It's hard to sing alone, but the mountains are hard to break."

The masked man stared at Nine Heavens Rain Curtain, and said earnestly, "If there are too many cages that Du Sheng can't break, they won't be able to lock them."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous.

Half Saint is already very difficult.

In this world, how can there be so many saints for you to find and organize?

Arabian Nights!

But when he thought about it again, he recalled what the masked man had said.

How many talents are there in the world?

Is it true that everyone can only stop at cutting the way and being too empty?

more than this.

Why is it that the master of the Taoist Temple of the Holy God Hall can surpass the world with his mere semi-holy qualifications?

Isn't the Holy Emperor the pinnacle of combat power in this world?

Xu Xiaoshou, who had already known the situation of some of the peak powerhouses in the Holy Spirit Continent, had doubts about this statement for the first time.

Either the sky is more than a semi-sacred realm.

Or, the metaphor of caramel sugar at that time is not a metaphor!

"I have one more question, the last one." Seeing the expression of the masked man who was exhausted, Xu Xiaoshou spoke again.

"explain."

The masked man looked away from the nine-day rain curtain, he really didn't want to say any more.

But the last word...

Forget it, let's answer it again!

Xu Xiaoshou held the Yan Mang in his hand, flashed in his mind the figure of Su Qianqian who seemed to have grown up overnight after the sword was seized, and for a while didn't know how to speak.

"What's the problem?" The masked man turned around.

"sword."

Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment, and asked resolutely: "As for the famous sword, why did you...take it away?"

"Famous sword?"

The masked man looked at the Yan Mang in his hand, not knowing why.

"The famous tomb city Xue!" Xu Xiaoshou looked at death as if at home.

"Oh, you said it..."

The masked man laughed, and said: "Just like you, if you can't hold the sword-bearer, you will eventually sacrifice the famous sword, and I just need this strength."

"It's still the same sentence, instead of falling into the hands of others, it's better to put it in my hands for the time being, understand?"

temporary……

really so?

Thinking of Su Qianqian's pain, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the masked man who didn't look like he was talking, and asked again: "But why, you want to kill everyone in the Su family?"

This time, the storyteller and Cenchov frowned at the same time.

After Xu Xiaoshou's questioning, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he took a step back and blocked Yan Mang in front of his chest.

"Ah."

The masked man laughed out loud and didn't care at all.

"kill?"

"No, not to mention that I didn't kill everyone, just a few guys who dared to strike at me."

"Just at that level, it's not a serious word like 'kill'."

"Mmm." Xu Xiaoshou's tone sank, but his expression was questioning.

He didn't say much, quietly waiting for the masked man's next words.

"I actually don't like killing people." The masked man spread his hands.

He didn't really want to explain.

But guessing that the little sword-bearer in Tiansang Linggong, if this Wenming also knows, it will be a knot in the heart, so I have to say it.

"Do you know what is the greatest honor for a real swordsman?"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head.

The masked man continued: "The greatest honor is to die by my sword."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

"not lying to you."

The masked man looked at him and said seriously: "They choose to defend, and I choose to fulfill. If you want to understand it as killing, that's fine too. After all, that's the truth."

"Of course, it's impossible for you to understand what I'm telling you now."

"When you can fully understand it, that is when you have truly mastered the mysteries of the sword. At that time, I welcome you to 'perfect' me..."

"If you dare to strike me with a sword."

There was a relieved smile in the masked man's eyes, showing some respect and appreciation for his opponent at that time.

"This question, I can only explain so much."

"If you really want to fully understand the situation, maybe you can go to Su's house and you will understand."

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

He really can't understand.

He obviously wanted to seize the sword, and even killed all the high-level officials who held the sword, so it can be said so grandly.

However, after thinking about it, during several fights with Sheng Nu.

The sentence the other party yelled the most seems to be "don't hurt people"...

Looking at the awe-inspiring righteousness of the masked man, it doesn't seem like he is lying.

"Are you sure you're not making something up?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"Sure." The masked man replied.

"You said yes."

"Huh?" The masked man raised his eyebrows.

The storyteller also twitched the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the tone of the order, he almost couldn't hold back and wanted to make a move.

The masked man didn't say "yes."

"Whenever you really have the strength to verify whether what I said is true or not, I may answer you with such a tone."

"but now……"

The masked man smiled, but his voice was very serious: "In this world, no one dares to order me like that."

Xu Xiaoshou felt chills in his heart.

He really just got used to it unconsciously, and wanted to pass on the masked man's words and let the information bar verify it.

But to no avail.

That's all.

look!

Seriously go to death, kill and respect, the glory of sword repair...

Xu Xiaoshou felt very funny.

But when these words came out of the masked mouth, there was another illusion that this was the case.

He couldn't tell whether the man was confident or talking to himself.

But obviously, by now, he was already in the maelstrom of the holy slave.

Just one Su Qianqian, just such a small obsession, can't shake the overall situation at all.

"The Su family..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly to himself, and didn't pursue too much.

He is a sanctified slave.

But you still have to see your own way, no matter how gaudy the other party says.

Indeed, to put it bluntly, this is just a "choice".

And under this choice, if you can give yourself more time.

Xu Xiaoshou believed that in the not-too-distant future, even the holy slave wanted to use a cage to frame himself, but at that time, he probably couldn't.

"All I need is time."

"Time will also prove everything, whether you are a masked man, the first saint slave, or... the eighth sword fairy?"

I feel relieved.

Xu Xiaoshou looked up at the sky.

"What's the next step, how do we go?"

The masked man turned and stepped out, and the storyteller and Cenchov immediately followed.

"Use your feet."

Click.

The masked man stepped lightly on the ground with his raised foot, and the four swords behind him trembled suddenly, and then flew over again.

"go back."

He tilted his head slightly.

The momentum of the fierce sword froze on the spot and stopped in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

"this……"

Xu Xiaoshou opened his hands, thinking about it, but not daring.

"Hold it, when you can get the identity of this sword, then you are qualified to ask me questions."

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou grasped it.

Fierce Sword did not resist, and became quiet again, as if...

The gas has been vented.

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to keep up with the three of them, but the information bar jumped again.

"Being watched, passive value, +1."

"Isn't it important, him?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked towards the sky: "If these are a pair of eyes, can he hear what we just said?"

"If you can see, you will naturally be able to hear." The masked man didn't even turn his head.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up, a little scared.

"Then you still say so much?"

He turned his head and looked at the storyteller: "So we are actually in the ancient book space, and 'his' sight was blocked by you?"

"No." The storyteller shook his head, "We have always been in the White Cave world."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

What this perverted man did, really made him confused between reality and fantasy.

"But, it's okay to be heard?"

Xu Xiaoshou was very panicked, what the masked man said just now was a great secret!

About ten Taixu...

If the news spread to the Holy Spirit Continent, the whole world would probably be in turmoil, right?

If white clothes and red clothes come out together, the Temple of the Holy Spirit is also determined to encircle and suppress the holy slaves.

If I choose to join at this time, wouldn't I be looking for a dead end?

"It's all right."

The masked man waved his hands nonchalantly, step by step, slowly but firmly moved towards the front of Hong Hong.

"After finishing the business in the White Cave, it is natural to go out."

"What are you doing here, waiting to die of old age?"

"And outside, you should know that there is still a large group of people waiting for us."

"The words just now were not just for you."

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou stopped raising his feet.

The relaxed and freehand voice of the masked man floated from the front.

"It's also for Gou Wuyue."

snap.

Xu Xiaoshou's feet fell heavily on the ground, but it was difficult to lift them up again.

He raised his eyes in astonishment and looked at the still unmoved rain curtain above the nine heavens, his face was complicated, and he didn't know what expression to express.

on purpose?

declare war?

Looking at the world of the White Cave, which is on the verge of being broken, except for the vigil who is still struggling to support it, there are no people left.

What the masked man said was really for Gou Wuyue to hear.

That……

"Holy God Continent, it's really not peaceful!"