I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Jiangbian Yan had already heard a bit of meaning, but asked without leaving a trace.

If it hadn't been for what he wanted, he would have taken a fancy to the rise of Tiansang Linggong in recent decades, and he would really not come in person.

A letter for help, no matter how beautifully written, it would be nice to have an elder.

Isn't that enough to come and hold the battle?

Ye Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, he was really angry!

Saint slave!

This is a "saint slave"!

Is the Temple of the Holy Spirit crazy, this is an organization that can be treated as a joke?

The letter for help has already stated that it may be the leader of the "Holy Slave", and even more than one person may come this time.

These guys are not stupid, it shouldn't be impossible for them to think that they have to set off in advance, and they will definitely be prepared.

but……

Just came a branch hall master? Bring two little kids?

Are you enough for others to make tooth sacrifices? I thought it was for a family!

Ye Xiaotian clenched his fists. Originally, this was a good opportunity to catch it all at once, and the Holy Spirit Temple had been eager for a long time, otherwise the letter of help would not only be given to them.

But now...

His heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he suddenly remembered what Sang Lao said, the holy temple's stocking policy for "saint slaves"?

Is it possible that what Old Man Sang said is true?

In this silent silence, everyone could see that Ye Xiaotian's mood was wrong, not to mention that the white-haired Taoist barely concealed it.

The anger of the young man behind was about to ignite. He had never seen anyone who dared to treat the Temple of the Holy Spirit in this way, even if the white-haired Taoist in front of him was the palace owner of a spiritual palace.

"Palace Master Ye, depending on what you mean, do you think the people sent by our Holy Temple are not enough?" His voice was somewhat cold.

Jiangbian's geese stunned in his heart.

This kid is spoiled in the temple of the Holy Spirit, dare to talk like this?

This guy in front of you is not an ordinary throne, even if it is an ordinary throne, how can you be a congenital to refute this kind of real powerhouse who touches the avenue?

However, as soon as the young man's words came out, it was overwhelming.

Jiangbian Yan just wanted to talk, Ye Xiaotian raised his hand to stop him, and looked at the boy with interest.

"What is your name?"

The terrifying coercion struck, and the young man's body trembled suddenly, and he almost fell off the cloud, cold sweat bursting out.

But he stabilised his figure forcibly, realizing that this might be the test of the predecessors, after all, he had experienced a lot of such small scenes in the Holy Temple!

"Cheng Xingchu!" The boy's eyes showed firmness.

"Cheng Xing Chu..."

Ye Xiaotian tilted his head to chew these words, looked at the boy again, his eyes condensed.

boom!

The void shattered and the clouds dissipated.

Cheng Xingchu's body softened, and his mobility was completely lost, as if a dead dog fell from the sky.

"what--"

The horrified cries echoed for nine days, and the ringing suppressed the clouds.

"No!" Jiangbian Yan was shocked and shot instantly, but when he poked out his hand, he realized that he had come to a hundred feet away.

The power of space...

His pupils shrank and he realized something.

This is almost an invincible attribute of the same rank, let alone Ye Xiaotian's record of killing enemies with higher ranks.

The white-haired Taoist boy in front of him is not a virtual throne, but a real reputation!

Cheng Xingchu felt as if there was a black hole sucking at him below, and he could not control his body at all.

Bowed his head.

There really is a black hole...

"Fuck!"

Is this special mother's test? Damn it, this is!

"You are crazy! Do you dare to kill me? Do you know who I am?" Cheng Xingchu cried out in a panic, but he found desperately that his body still showed no signs of stopping.

Huh!

Darkness swallowed everything in front of you...

died?

Cheng Xingchu's eyelids trembled, and then gently lifted.

The light struck again, the sky was still dim, but there was a beauty of life.

The focus of the pupils was restored, the riverside goose was still in front, and there was a woman with an indifferent expression beside him. Ye Xiaotian, who seemed to be about to kill, still stared at him.

"..."

Dream?

Cheng Xingchu wished that it was a dream at this moment, but the laughter below reminded himself that his image was gone...

"Hahaha, look at it, pee, pee?"

"Don't be like this, the visitor is a guest, this is also a congenital...Puff hahaha, no, I can't stretch it anymore, this is congenital?"

"Which young master is this? Has it been weaned? It's really terrible to me!"

"Why, do you dare to kill me? Do you know who I am!"

"..."

Cheng Xingchu lowered his head, his pants were stained with fresh water. He vowed that if he had a knife in his hand, he would rush down and kill the acquired ants!

Lingyuan steamed the water mark to dryness without leaving a trace. He took a deep breath, "I..."

"If the adults talk, don't interrupt the children." Ye Xiaotian said lightly.

Seeing the eyes that looked like a black hole in front of him condensed again, Cheng Xingchu almost fainted on the spot. He felt that he might have a nightmare in the future.

Damn Tiansang Spirit Palace, wait for me!

When I become stronger, today’s shame...

"Shame!"

A cold female voice rang in his ears, Cheng Xingchu's mouth twitched, his apple tussock rolled, and he found that he was still speechless after all.

Ye Xiaotian looked at the young woman.

The veil covers the face, the star pupils are strangers, and the cultivation base is... mediocre.

He smiled at the riverside geese, and said: "The disciples of the Temple of the Holy Spirit are indeed extraordinary. They are still noisy when they are in danger, and they are calm after major events. Such disciples are really rare."

"I think Cheng Xing Chu has the resources to become a holy emperor, and Palace Master Jiang must focus on training."

The corner of the wild goose's mouth twitched by the river.

Ye Xiaotian stretched out his hand and vomited softly:

"please!"

The fingertips are facing the inside, but the meaning of chasing the guests outside the line, how can Jiangbian Yan not hear it?

His heart also has unbearable anger.

This Ye Xiaotian is too shameless. Could it be that by virtue of his identity as the head of the sub-temple of the Holy Spirit Temple, he can't make him show off?

Under the eyes of everyone, Cheng Xing was stunned to pee. Isn't this the same as the face of a goose on the riverside? Anyway, he was the one who brought it out by himself!

He really wants to turn around and leave. If he asks for help, please help yourself!

But when he thought that his big business hadn't been done yet, Jiangbian Geese struggled again...

"please!"

There was a warm spring breeze on the surface, and the riverside geese strode into the void following the direction of Ye Xiaotian's fingers.

Ye Xiaotian was stunned. Didn't he do enough? Or is this guy really so good?

please?

"Let's go together..." He glanced at the boys and girls behind his eyes lightly, and then went to the front to lead the way.

Cheng Xingchu looked bewildered, this person had already sent the guests off like this, still going in?

Is this the head of the palace master?

The woman on one side had already floated and flew away. Cheng Xingchu looked at the noisy crowd below, only to feel sick.

He didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

"Girl Zhiwen, wait for me!"

...

The outer courtyard returned to silence, and the arrival of the three visitors in white clothes was more to bring some after-dinner talks, and to strengthen the strong hearts of these little guys who had just entered the palace.

Only the old fritters who had been in the palace for a long time and had some experience, they stared at the sky in a daze.

"Holy Temple?"

"Why do these guys come to the Spirit Palace? Is something big going to happen..."

...

Tuk tuk!

The broken willows on the banks of Ehu Lake have re-emerged, and a young man in sackcloth walked out from the shadow. He leaned on a cane and closed his eyes, like a blind man.

With its head slightly lowered, the fat goose in the lake flapped its wings, and opened its mouth to grab into the water.

However, the fish flew and escaped the fatal blow.

The blind young man stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch the surface of the water, but only touched the white jade railing...If he wanted to catch the water, he would have to fall into the lake.

The last sunset on the horizon was swallowed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The evening breeze was blowing.

"It's cool in late summer and autumn... Fish knows warmth..."

"Are you here too..."

"Yo!" Not far away came a woman in unrestrained clothing, putting one hand on the shoulder of the blind young man.

"You are also a contemporaneous student? How come I haven't seen you?"

The blind young man looked sideways, seeming to be looking at this shoulder-to-shoulder hand.

Turning his head again, a face full of ugly scars appeared in front of the woman who struck up.

Boom!

The woman fell directly to the ground in fright, her eyes full of fright.

"you you you……"

"excuse me!"

Just run away.