I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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“So you can stand up?”

“Then just stand up and talk earlier, I thought your injury hasn’t healed yet!”

Dao firmament laughed.

After seeing the person in front of him without saying a word for a long time, he finally stopped smiling and faced the other party’s problem squarely.

“I can’t think about it when I die.”

“But the damn man has been resurrected.”

He said that his eyes moved down, and he glanced at the famous sword hunter on his neck, without blinking his eyes, “Move away.”

“What on earth do you want to say?” Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes and pointed, as if the killing intent was about to overflow.

Daoqiang sighed helplessly.

“The eight masters are resurrected.”

A faint sound echoed on the screen of the candle, where even the slightest sound of wind could not be heard, and the scene became terrifying.

Hua Changdeng said nothing.

He took the hunter back, disappeared with a swish, and fell back to sleep under the broken willow again.

“If you are idle and bored, plan to use this kind of joke to entertain me…”

“Not a pastime.”

Daoqiang interrupted his words, waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of him.

Above the light curtain is the scene of the confrontation between the masked man and Gou Wuyue in the Eight Palaces.

And under this big picture, is the image from the four little Crystal Balls in the Battle of the Eight Palaces in the Eastern Region, with four anxious faces above them.

They all seem to be waiting for a response from the headquarters.

Although I didn’t speak, I could see that the full stomach was a problem.

“I can’t see it anyway, you have fought with him, do you know who this person is?” Daoqiang asked, pointing to the masked man.

“Have you never beaten him?” Hua Changdeng asked rhetorically.

“It’s been fought, but the secret of heaven can’t deduct this person’s existence anymore. The power of the Holy Emperor has shielded his breath, and he has a helper!”

“Chih~”

Hua Chang Deng snorted, “This is what you call Supreme Great Dao? You can’t even tell if a person is true or false, so why not tell me?”

The firmament of Tao was choked.

He did not refute, but asked again: “So, is that him? The eight masters?”

“tú tú 突~”

The snoring sound of the Hua Chang Lantern rang.

Taoist firmament: “…”

He was angry.

“Hua old ghost! Didn’t you make a noise?”

“Now is the time for a child’s play?”

“If not, behind the holy slave, there is the holy emperor supporting it.”

“And if it is, behind the holy slave, not only the holy emperor is supporting, the man in power on the surface is the eighth Sword Immortal in the past!”

“Can you imagine the consequences?”

“If he raises his arms…”

“You’re so noisy!” Hua Changdeng turned over a little irritably, twitched his nose, and lazily said, “Isn’t Gou Wuyue there?”

“Yes! So?”

“So you think that a guy who can’t even break through the realm of Sword Immortal can escape alive under the hands of the former Seven Sword Immortal?”

“……”

The Tao firmament was angered again, and said angrily:

“Have you shut yourself down for several decades?”

“If he is the eight masters, how could Gou Wuyue act on him?”

“The voice of Nu Lan is in hand, and Gou Wuyue owes the favor to the eight masters and has not yet paid it back. How could he do it!”

Hua Chang Deng was completely annoyed.

“Foolishness!”

He stood up and yelled: “Is Saint God, the ruling master of the temple, or his eight well-versed humanities, can’t even you tell this?”

“Since the two of them met, it happens to be…”

“Didn’t you say that Gou Wuyue doesn’t like the Holy Temple?”

“Isn’t it an opportunity now?”

“Let him do it!”

“Dare to release people, then you must be prepared to pay the corresponding price after releasing them; and if he Gou Wuyue does not dare to release people, as long as he cuts the eight masters, what else do you think is the world? Is it worth his turn to leave?”

Daoqiang was stunned by the drink, and it took a long time to sigh: “So, there are eight masters…”

“He was not dead!”

Hua Changdeng went back and closed his eyes and lay down: “That day, I just broke off my second finger and cut off my head. How can I kill him if I haven’t entered the holy?”

As he spoke, his voice lowered and his eyes looked far away to the other side of Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Even so, such a practice has also caused harm.

An unnamed gravestone was added to the peak of Falling God.

“But the eight masters were abandoned by you?”

Daoqiang asked: “Where is the prohibition on military weapons, don’t you also put it down?”

Hua Chang Deng sighed.

“Next is next…”

“Didn’t you see that he is just an acquired cultivation base now?”

“But Heaven and Earth is big, the prohibition of arms is not something that everyone can ban.”

“At the very least, some people can only strip their swords, block their murderous intentions, and stop their desire to kill… and once these are broken free, they will rebound.”

The scene fell silent again.

Dao Tiancang’s eyes wandered, a little undecided.

He was silent for a long time before he said: “Are you really not afraid that Gou Wuyue will let him go?”

“I can’t get out anyway.” Hua Chang fell asleep on the floor.

“I can help you.”

“How can I help?”

Hua Changdeng sneered, “Maybe, did you still find Neng Yutu? Or kill him?”

“No.”

A mysterious smile appeared on the surface of the firmament, and said: “I can help you shield the secret, solve this dilemma temporarily, and then send you there, you have a quarter of an hour of free time.”

“That was just a quarter of an hour to add up…”

Hua Changdeng knew his own plight, and said: “My mission is no longer to travel to all regions of the mainland.”

“Guizhe Holy Mountain is good, as a natural prison, I can be locked here by Yodana Old Guy.”

“And the East Region has Gou Wuyue, you don’t have to worry about it, he knows the importance.”

“And…”

After a pause, Hua Changdeng added: “The power of the semi-sacred is involved a lot. Do you really think I moved, Wen Ting, would choose to stand by?”

Daoqiang was shocked.

He turned his head and looked towards the far east, his gaze seemed to penetrate through time and space, and he saw the Dongshan with decayed sword intent.

“Yes…”

He whispered.

Burying the sword tomb, but there is still someone who can invite Jiandongshan.

Even though the secret of heaven has not fluctuated greatly, the guy, estimated that the distance is half-sage, is only one step left.

If it is not a stimulus, it will help them move forward and enter the realm.

And with Wen Ting and the eight masters of friendship, he will sit back and watch Hua Chang Deng and hurt his former friends?

“What a pity.”

Dao Tiancang showed a disappointed expression, “No good show.”

He turned his head, and finally glanced at Hua Chang Deng.

“Really don’t want to go out for a walk?”

“Om——”

Hua Changdeng has not spoken yet, and the famous sword hunter Ghost Spirit trembled in a sexual way, seeming to have given an answer.

“Quiet.”

Hua Chang Deng swept away coldly, and the ghost hunter immediately returned to silence.

“Think.”

Hua Changdeng uttered a word, then he hummed, his voice became weaker, “but not now.”

“Oh.”

Daoqiang waved his sleeves and was about to close the light curtain and leave.

“Wait.”

Hua Chang Deng stopped suddenly.

“How?”

Daoqiang looked over, but saw the person who was sleeping on the ground, stared wide-eyed, stared at an unremarkable figure on the light curtain.

“Who is he?” Hua Changdeng asked.

Daoqiang fixed his eyes and realized why Hua Chang Lantern Festival paid special attention to this youngster with square-faced beard.

“There are four swords?”

“Who is he?” Hua Changdeng asked again.

“Eh……”

Daoqiang didn’t know how to exit for a while, he deliberated twice before opening the mouth and said: “Wen Ming? Xu Xiaoshou? Xiaoshi Tan Ji?”

“I don’t know, this person has many names, but…”

“The successor of the eighth Sword Immortal?” Gou Wuyue stopped talking as he watched the four swords.

“Xiao Shi Tan Ji…Is it?”

Hua Changdeng took a deep look, as if to carve that figure into his memory, and then withdrew his gaze.

Long hair, beard, square face…

Very good.

My Hua Chang Deng, remember you!

……

In the Eight Palaces.

“bang bang bang!”

The rain seems to be heavier here.

This kind of “heavy” is not heavy by comparison, but a real “heavy”.

From being broken by the masked person to the dark clouds gathering.

Back and forth, but it’s only a small amount of time to burn incense.

And when the rain came back down, the raindrops that should have been cut into powder in the “Rhythm of Light” field of Tingyi were falling down, suddenly not afraid of the light.

The rain seems to have lost its surface tension.

Even though it was cut apart by a certain light in the process of falling, it was glued again at the next moment after leaving the light.

From heaven to earth.

The end of the rain’s life.

But when it landed, a deep hole was smashed.

“Boom boom boom…”

The rain is inexplicably worse.

It has become something like a dull drum, and the ground has also begun to become bumpy.

Every bit of raindrop beats, as if it could drive the heartbeat of dozens of people in this deadly scene.

“Ahee!”

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t stop wanting to sneeze, and immediately resolved the disappearance of the incarnation, adjusted a comfortable posture, and hid behind the masked person again before appearing.

Good risk…

In this completely stiff atmosphere, he seemed to be cold, and he couldn’t even control his urge to sneeze.

Such an abrupt sound that can be placed in Normally will surely be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of passive values.

At this moment, the information bar can only contribute so much…

“Attention, passive value, +2.”

“Only two people noticed me…”

Xu Xiaoshou secretly thought Fortunately, these white clothed red-clothed gray clothes were really shocked by the sentence just now.

“My name, eight masters!”

Even though there had been similar speculations before, Xu Xiaoshou still inevitably started to boil his blood when he heard this sentence with his own ears.

It was also at this time that he could not fully understand why Cenchev, the storyteller, and even the peerless powerhouse such as Sang Lao, were willing to follow this person’s footsteps.

It was only at this moment that he truly understood what the masked man said that day at the Heavenly Mulberry Spirit Palace by the goose lake, “your road has long been broken”.

“Eight Masters…”

Xu Xiaoshou grumbled.

He never thought that a person could be so domineering just by name.

Secretly glanced at the other person beside him.

It’s fine to see the storyteller staring at him, but even Cenchov has a look of excitement, it’s almost invisible.

“You guys, don’t you know that he is the eight masters?” Xu Xiaoshou asked in a low sound transmission.

Cenjov’s rare second returned.

“Guessed, but not confirmed.”

After a pause, he added: “Personally confirm!”

“Oh.”

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: “Then he said he is the eight masters, do you believe it?”

“?”

The stars in the eyes of the storyteller disappeared in an instant, and turned into sharp swords, fiercely fiercely at Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou’s back is cold.

“Of course you have to believe this, and I believe it too, iron letter and thieves!”

“bling~”

The stars reappears.

Xu Xiaoshou This is just relaxed.

Fuck, is this the deterrent from fans?

Really terrifying!

……

“Get down!”

Gou Wuyue, who had been silent for a long time, said again.

This first sentence was not addressed to the so-called “Eight Masters”, but to the subordinates.

shua!

Everyone in the audience, like a spring that was already ready to go, suddenly disappeared.

“Cenjov.”

The masked man also said again.

The old woodcutter’s motionless body is finally ready, and there is no movement, the small axe in his hand suddenly flies, and he is not afraid of the light realm with super cutting power.

“bang!”

It swelled in midair, burst into air, and transformed into a mottled giant axe about one zhang long.

“Panxian Axe, Heaven and Earth Return to Origin!”

An axe cut down from the sky.

There is no movement in the space and the earth.

However, the realm of “Rhythm of Light” suddenly turned into a grandiose purple meaning, and was sucked into the axe by the Panxian Axe.

“Broken?”

Xu Xiaoshou looked at this inexplicable situation and dared not try easily.

The realm that seemed to taste the wings seemed to be broken.

But the heavens and the earth have to say that the light disappears, but it’s not all, it’s just a little weaker.

Can’t help but move his finger, Xu Xiaoshou still feels tentative.

But the moving fingers were no longer the same as before, they were directly shattered into blood mist, and Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s really broken.”

The realm was really lost, and Xu Xiaoshou felt sorry.

“It’s a pity, I moved the 9999 passive value once, I should have moved a few more times just now…”

The feeling of being able to sneeze without disappearance is really wonderful.

But even if he could move, Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to make big moves easily at this moment.

He moved a position, quietly stepped in front of Zenjov and the storyteller, and looked at the legendary eight masters in front of him, feeling a little more secure in his heart.

The triangle has stability.

Now, if others want to kill me, they have to break through the Big Three.

So this wave, Xu Xiaoshou should be able to survive…

No one cares about the small details of Xu Xiaoshou, and the protagonist present at the moment is not him.

Gou Wuyue cleared the white clothed scene, and his gaze returned to the masked man.

“Eight Masters?”

He took back the voice of the famous sword slave and put it under the sheath, without raising his eyes, he shook his head and said: “I don’t believe you.”

The masked man’s mouth ticked: “Don’t you dare to believe it, or do you not want to believe it?”

“Don’t believe it!”

“Don’t believe it? Then why are you famous for being a sword, and why do you clear the crowd?”

“Because…”

Gou Wuyue returned and raised her eyes, her eyes were full of heat: “I want to fight alone with you!”

“hehe.”

“Alone?”

The masked man laughed: “Are you afraid that those people will be killed by me? Don’t worry, I don’t like killing people now. It’s not good.”

“And…”

The masked man looked up and down Gou Wuyue, his muddy eyes were more joking, “You are almost half-sacred, and you want to bully me the day after tomorrow?”

“The day after tomorrow?”

Gou Wuyue laughed heartily: “Can you squeeze Dao Severing the day after tomorrow? I brought out the taste of Yi. I know his strength, so…”

His conversation changed, “You, are you sealing the sword?!”