I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Xiao Wanfeng:? ? ?

At this moment, he felt that he was hallucinating.

In Xuancang Jianling's voice, there was actually a trace of uncontrollable impatience and decisive canthus.

This is very similar to when a child at home was beaten by his peers when he was young, he went home and wanted to find his father to vent his anger...

Thinking of this, Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly stopped, dripping with cold sweat.

"Xiao Wanfeng, Xiao Wanfeng, you really dare to think about it. You still look for your father. You think you have lived too long, don't you?" He angrily scolded himself in his heart.

The sword spirit of Xuancang Excalibur chose him, this is something that he dare not even dream about.

Xiao Wanfeng thought about the other party's demands, and vaguely felt that he understood something.

As a sword-bearer with four swords, Xu Xiaoshou, the slave of the night saint, surpassed the Xuancang Excalibur, so the aura of the Excalibur has not disappeared so far?

This is a very naive idea.

Whether this is true, Xiao Wanfeng has reservations.

You can hear Xuancang Sword Spirit's tone...

If so!

It's just what if...

Xiao Wanfeng felt that if it was the case, the holy slave Xu Xiaoshou would be too strong, how could he force the Xuancang Excalibur to such a point of hunger?

Feeling good about yourself is common to everyone.

But besides this, Xiao Wanfeng is more important to know how much he weighs, he is very self-aware.

His own aptitude, if he is exhausted, is just something that Mr. Siren can only take a look at. How could Xuancang Excalibur choose him?

Besides, it is now on Seven Sword Immortal Rao Yaoyao's back.

Opposite it is Mr. Siren, an old senior among Seven Sword Immortals.

Isn't it good to choose these two people, but you have to choose me?

Me, is it that important?

Suddenly Xiao Wanfeng thought of what Xuancang Sword Spirit said earlier,

He asked urgently: "Senior, according to what you mean, apart from Mr. Yu Tu and the Eighth Sword Immortal, is there anyone in this era who can communicate with you?"

Xuancang Sword Spirit: "Yes."

Xiao Wanfeng was startled for a moment, thinking that as expected...

Or I just took it for granted, the Xuancang Excalibur is hungry, so how can there be any stories like "I am special, I am the Son of Destiny"?

Xuancang Sword Spirit: "And you."

click.

Xiao Wanfeng petrified on the spot.

Soon he was released from the petrified state, the corners of his lips twitched a few times, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his fingers cramped.

All over the body, except for the hand holding the wooden sword, which remained stable, the rest of the body seemed to be convulsed, convulsing.

"Huh~"

After a long time of breathing heavily, Xiao Wanfeng regained his composure, and solemnly replied in his mind: "Senior, wait for me."

Talk about other things.

It's not like ordinary people who are so excited after being chosen by the divine sword: "Why do you have to wait for me to go to the holy mountain? Can you recognize the master now?"

Xiao Wanfeng has always been a very assertive person with good self-awareness.

It has been like this for more than ten years.

He knew that Rao Jianxian still had a mission at this moment.

The Xuancang Excalibur was invited out of the Holy God Hall, and it must have its mission.

In addition, at this time, I am really weak, and under the hidden sword, I don't even have half a cent of combat power.

Xuan Cang Shenjian being able to invite himself at this time is already a choice beyond the bottom line.

As Sword Spirit said, as the third invitee of this era.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think he had the formidable cultivation level of Mr. Yu Tu, so he was the former master of the Seven Swords Head Holy Spirit Hall.

I don't think I have the powerful aptitude of the Eight Masters, who can achieve the miraculous three-breathing innate, three-year sword immortal.

It took him more than ten years to cultivate the sword by himself and realize the nine great swordsmanship.

Not a genius!

But I have tenacity.

Perhaps, this is the reason why the Xuancang Divine Sword has chosen me.

Xiao Wanfeng also chose to reject the Xuancang Excalibur, unlike Yutu and Bazun.

- Only a fool would do that!

He didn't know the story between Excalibur and the two.

But the old man Yu Tu would refuse, it must be because it is unnecessary; the Ba Zun would refuse because he already has four swords of fierceness.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that the Xuancang Excalibur also invited Yu Tu and Ba Zun when they were young.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the two to refuse this great temptation.

But I am different...

Rao Yaoyao invites the sword out of the hall of the Holy God, and climbs to the first floor of the sky with the sword in hand, to visit Mr. Siren.

At the same time, it was a temporary idea that I wanted to work the night shift.

All of this is a coincidence, and there is not even a half point of guidance from the Xuancang Divine Sword.

And it is precisely because of these coincidences that Xuan Cang Shenjian can see himself.

Xiao Wanfeng rejected Mei Siren's invitation to accept apprentices because what Mr. Siren wanted was to follow his own way.

But swords are different.

In this world, swordsmen and swords always recognize and support each other, there is no distinction between primary and secondary, and there is no such thing as master and apprentice.

Just like the Qingju of the Eight Masters and the Four Swords of Xu Xiaoshou, I, Xiao Wanfeng,...

Thinking of this, the corners of Xiao Wanfeng's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't continue to think about it.

At this time, he even felt that linking his name with the divine sword Xuancang with "zhi" was considered blasphemy.

but!

"It recognized me..."

Under the night, Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were bright and bright, and he raised his eyes to look at the city in the sky. He felt that he had seen Fengsheng Daoji in advance.

Xu Shao's encouragement and Mr. Siren's praise.

After all, nothing is as important as a word of approval from Divine Sword Xuan Cang.

Because of the first two, Xiao Wanfeng would still see it as the other party's words of encouragement, and if he disdained it, it was still another matter.

Only Excalibur Xuan Cang really feels that his own Tao has a height comparable to that of the Eight Venerable Masters and Yu Tu.

This road, Qi Cheng has walked a few steps, not to mention.

As long as the end of the road is high and cold, that is what every swordsman wants.

The evening wind blows, and the night is dim.

The blow made the young man's worn linen clothes rustle.

At the age of sixteen, he still has a confused understanding of this world.

"I, can I really?"

Xiao Wanfeng paused for a long, long time before reaching out to pinch his face and twisting it hard.

He felt his face start to heat up.

But not enough.

So he clenched his fist until his nails dug into his palm.

Spread your hands.

Yin Yin blood.

Xiao Wanfeng smiled.

"It hurts..."

...

half empty.

The two high-ranking sword celestial beings were obviously unaware of the secret communication between Xuancang Sword Spirit and Xiao Wanfeng.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two got straight to the point.

"Isn't Rao Jianxian coming here for a simple visit?" Mei Siren smiled: "Let's be blunt, why is the Holy Spirit Palace looking for this old man?"

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was serious, and she stopped beating around the bush, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Ye Siren entered the arena that day, it seems that he wants to help the holy slave Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Oh?" Mei Si kept his composure, stopped the folding fan in his hand, and twitched his lips: "Do you think that the old man and Yu Tu are standing together?"

The rhythm of these words was too fast, and it reached the top level in one fell swoop, and Void became a little chilled on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao was a little startled when she heard that.

She didn't rush to get rid of it, but after pondering for a while, she followed the trend.

"yes!"

It's settled.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was sleeping under a quilt in the practice room, and Xiao Wanfeng, who was standing guard at the gate downstairs, felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The two who were talking and laughing just now suddenly became tit for tat.

It seems that the issue of "position" is very sensitive.

The choice of the Meisi people is enough to influence the layout of the high-level?

The night sky was dead silent for a long time.

After staring at Rao Yaoyao for a short moment, Mei Siren's serious face melted away, and after a smile, it made people feel like a spring breeze.

He shook his folding fan again and sighed:

"Yu Tu is getting old!"

"The old man never stands with him. As for what position he takes, I believe the Holy Spirit Hall knows better than outsiders."

"As for the Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou, he is just my next student."

"The aptitude is better, but looking at the five regions of the mainland, I can't count such students by myself."

"When the students ask questions, the teacher will answer them, that's all."

Meisi replied calmly.

Rao Yaoyao's heart tightened, and she squinted her eyes first, taking precautions secretly.

Then, she asked aloud: "Mr. Siren knew the position of the holy slave, why did you choose to get close at that critical moment? Don't you think that your attitude towards the holy slave is a little...too close?"

"Is it too much?"

Mei Siren looked up, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and souls, and said in a solemn voice: "Now, even if the old man takes an extra step on the earth, will the Holy Spirit Temple have to intervene?"

Rao Yaoyao withdrew a step back and said resolutely, "You said it yourself, you took an extra step!"

"How?" Mei Siren stepped forward.

Rao Yaoyao lowered her head: "This step is overstepping!"

"Hahaha……"

Mei Siren laughed, stopped laughing for a long time, and turned his head to ask: "Then, is the Holy Spirit Hall going to issue an anti-martial order for the old man? Or is the anti-army order not enough... Foot ban?"

Rao Yaoyao's pores exploded, as if being stared at by a lion or tiger, her hair stood on end.

"Don't dare." She replied.

"Don't dare?" Mei Siren shook his head and laughed, with an angry memory in his eyes:

"More than a hundred years ago, you forbade the old man to make tea with Yu Tu and discuss the Tao, saying that he had an affair with the dark forces. This old man recognized this, and since then cut off contact with Yu Tu."

"Fifty years ago, you forbade the old man to listen to the wind and talk to the wind and talk about the sword, implying that he was related to the forces of ghosts and beasts. This is impossible to say, but the old man also cut off with him...even if it is a letter."

"Now, the teacher is preaching and dispelling doubts. The old man took a normal step, and he didn't even make a move. Just a few words of contact, do you think the old man has surpassed?"

Taking another step forward, Mei Siren calmly pointed at the folding fan in his hand and shouted angrily: "Tell me, where is the 'boundary', and why are you talking about 'overcoming'?!"

Rao Yaoyao's scalp was numb, and she retreated again and again, stunned by such thunderous words.

She had never seen Mr. Siren, who was always good-tempered, behave like this, and his momentum was completely suppressed at the moment.

"I……"

"Have you touched the Holy Way?" Mei Siren flicked the fan and it snapped.

"Never..."

"Did the Huachang lamp touch the holy way?" Mei Siren stepped forward again, staring at it.

This time there was no need to respond, there was a rumble of thunder above the nine heavens, the world couldn't detect it, but the two sword immortals raised their heads together.

Calling the holy name directly is disrespectful!

Rao Yaoyao didn't answer yes or no, but the answer was ready to come out.

"good!"

The Meisi people didn't care about this, they raised their eyes and looked angry: "Go back and tell Hua Changdeng, if this is his will, come to the old man by yourself, don't nest in Guizhe Holy Mountain, paralyzed on the screen candle , watch the movie and feel sorry for yourself!"

Rao Yaoyao was so frightened that her pretty face turned pale with disbelief.

Is Mr. Siren crazy?

The first invocation of the Holy Name may be unintentional.

But the second time, pointing at his nose and yelling, that was really naming names.

"Boom—"

There was thunder and anger in the void, and before Rao Yaoyao could stop Meisiren's crazy move, he saw the old man pointing his fingers upwards.

"Boom!"

A streak of cyan holy power soared into the sky, blasting Jieyun to pieces on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao's eyeballs almost popped out.

"Holy power?"

Mr. Siren, have you come into contact with the holy way?

This sword pointed at the blue light, and she could tell that it was not pure holy power, but also mixed with mortal and secular power of heaven.

But you are one of the Seven Sword Immortals, as long as you have come into contact with the holy way, you have touched this threshold.

That means, not far away!

It turned out that the reason he dared to yell at him was because half of his foot stepped into that door... Rao Yaoyao suddenly realized.

The Holy Tribulation was dispelled and did not condense again.

As a junior, Hua Changdeng, even if Mei Si stepped into the threshold step by step, no matter what, he had been instructed by "Mr. Si Ren" when he was young.

After the catastrophe of the holy way, although he was far away in the central region, he had obviously noticed the movement here.

After experiencing Meisiren's one finger, he stopped paying attention.

And the saints don't intend to get involved in this matter anymore, and it is naturally impossible for the holy catastrophe to form again.

Mei Siren has never come down since he ascended to the dominant position of the conversation. At this time, his emotions have calmed down, and he has returned to the state of tranquility again, and said softly:

"Send you a word from the Holy Spirit Hall..."

"Too much is too late, enough is enough."

Rao Yaoyao closed her beautiful eyes, knowing that this trip would be fruitless.

She came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

As a result, Meisi was completely different from the impression he remembered when he was a child.

After a few words, plus a finger to reveal the holy power, so what if she carries the Xuancang Excalibur on her back?

The old sword fairy is the old sword fairy.

Even if it is not his time now, no matter how you say it, time can leave marks on people, but it can't erase the marks left by people on this world.

As the sword fairy of the previous era, Meisi can follow if he wants to, but if he doesn't want to, hard steel can break half of the laurel tree in the holy mountain.

"Have you overstepped..."

Rao Yaoyao suddenly fell into reflection.

She felt that Mr. Siren was right.

They seem to have never overstepped, but for hundreds of years, has the Temple of the Holy Spirit pushed too far against neutral people?

Too much is too late, enough is enough...

"Taught." Rao Yaoyao bowed.

Mei Siren spread out the folding fan, his hands moved quickly, the wind blew his beard, and he looked like a little old man who chose to suppress his temper after being frustrated.

"Little baby, you go back, it's not your fault! I'm not losing my temper with you, you go to your boss to complain, oh, yes..."

Waving his hands and saying this, the Meisi people seemed to remember something, looked in the direction of Zhongyu, and said:

"Guizhe Sacred Mountain, I will go there in person when I am old, and let the older generation on the holy mountain come out to welcome you."

"What Dao Qiongshang, Hua Changdeng, these juniors, don't come out, it's an eyesore!"

"do you know?"

Hearing this, Rao Yaoyao raised her head blankly and looked at the old man in front of her.

In an instant, she seemed to return to her childhood in memory.

The person in front of her is still an adult, but she is still a little girl who can't grow up.

And indeed.

When the old sword fairy played with his temper and played with his temper, she suddenly woke up. It turned out that all the methods of coercion prepared in advance were useless.

Their status is more than a notch higher than yours.

For a young man like myself who came here, apart from visiting the old man's house and being educated, he didn't even have the qualifications to say a word.

As for saying, if you can't say it, then fight back...

What are you kidding? !

The old sword fairy is called the old sword fairy, is that something the younger generation can easily beat?

"Let's go, don't bother the old man again." Mei Siren waved his hand, signaling Rao Yaoyao to leave quickly like a sheep.

"Oh." Rao Yaoyao shrank her head, turned around and left.

"What a little girl, how come she grows up and becomes an eyesore, alas~" Mei Siren whispered to herself, full of melancholy.

"..."

Rao Yaoyao said nothing, blinked and disappeared without a trace.

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