I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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The huge and white begonia flowers bloomed on the mountain every three to five times.

On top of each Begonia, there are one or two white clothed, red-clothed and grey clothes. The expression may be dull, or confused, or intoxicated, standing, lying on his back, or lying down, repeating simple and profound rhythmic movements in accordance with a certain rhythm of Grand Dao.

“hu hu ……”

The wind blows rustlingly.

Haitang’er carried the eight unconscious acquaintances on her back, and had jumped from the depths of the mountain to the outer area of ​​the Eight Palaces.

At this time, let alone ordinary white clothed, it is too late.

Even Gou Wuyue, without the support of the Induction Net of the Overburden Sky, I am afraid that it would be difficult to find the trace of this Saint-Slave duo.

“Um.”

A slightly painful grunt sounded from her back, and Haitanger stopped in time.

“Are you awake?”

As soon as he turned his head, a pink begonia blossomed in midair, and he put a person on it.

The scene was quiet for a long time.

The eight masters sat on the Begonia flowers, rubbing their necks while raising their eyes to look at Begonia’s children.

He didn’t speak, and just watched like this for a long time, Haitang’er couldn’t stand it on her own.

“The situation was in crisis at that time, you still can’t take action now, I was helpless and had to…”

“You sneak attack me?”

Haitang’er’s voice was stagnant.

There was a cold color in the eight masters’ eyes, so they interrupted, and for a while, he didn’t know how to argue.

“Yes!”

“This is indeed a fact.”

After gritting his teeth, Haitang’er immediately continued: “But at that time, if you really want to start with Gou Wuyue, not to mention that your own injury has not recovered, just a sword, you can get… …”

“You sneak attack me?”

The scene was quiet again.

Haitang’er closed her eyes heavily, and didn’t intend to say more, “yes and how?”

The eight masters were indifferent and said: “Gou Wuyue is Sword Immortal, more than twice as strong as the ordinary too virtual. I’m in a coma, who can hold it back?”

“Cenjof can.”

“Cenjov can, the robot puppet and other white clothed ones, who can hold it?”

“The storyteller can.”

“The storyteller is also Dao Severing, a group of Dao Severing is surrounding him, he can protect himself, but others will not be so stupid, and they will not find other people in their spare time.” Some judgment.

“The second child is here.”

Haitang’er couldn’t go on, and chose to confess.

“The second child?”

The eight masters are familiar with startled and paused for a while, their voice weakened: “You know, he is injured.”

“Recovered.” Haitang’er said.

“What did he tell you?”

“en. “

“You believe it?”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Then?”

Haitanger sighed after hearing it: “Regardless of Believing or Not, he opened Longrong Realm and attracted Gou Wuyue. He is going to fight to the death. You know his temper…”

“He is going to fight to the death, you have to let him?”

Eight masters got up suddenly, coldly said: “He wants to fight to the death, Azure Dragon County, then, it is impossible to let Gou Wuyue come to the White Cave smoothly!”

“That was stopped by someone.” Haitang’er turned her head, not daring to look directly at the other side.

“Quiet.”

Eight masters sneered: “All are excuses.”

He suddenly turned around and walked back.

Haitanger had to pave a flower path for it to prevent it from falling, and then asked: “Where are you going?”

“Go back.”

“It’s this step, are you going back? What can you do when you go back, in your current state, can you beat Gou Wuyue?”

“When I was there, he would not dare to kill.”

“But he dares to catch you!” Haitang’er angrily said.

He didn’t know the significance of such a return.

Cenjov desperately dragged down all high-end white clothed battle strength so that it would not interfere with other battlefields.

Sang Qiye stopped Gou Wuyue with only one person, so that he also made a way out for the eight masters?

As Haitang’er said before, how can we go back to this step?

This time, the hard work of all parties was wasted?

The first seat, when did it become so hypocritical?

Seeing that all the way forward, step by step, haggard without hesitation, Haitang’er couldn’t help shouting.

“The battle is over!”

He looked towards the broken mountain in the distance, the sword intent, the anxious breath…

Also, that arrow!

Going back now, even the corpse cannot be recovered, only two lives will be lost!

“Is there a sword?”

The eight masters did not turn their heads back, but the indifferent sound floated from the front.

Haitang’s heart trembled.

He knows that what the Hua Chang Deng Three Swords killed in the past was not only an era, but it also made the masters of that era tired of holding the sword again.

But Jin, what did he hear?

Sword?

“No sword!”

Haitang’er’s voice was trembling.

“Even if you have a sword, you do not raise.”

“The path you choose, do you want to give up halfway?”

“Just because of the second child, just because of Gou Wuyue, just because of this little fight?”

“Do you know what you forgot?”

Haitang’er roared: “The real great decisive battle is waiting for you in the back. Without you, it won’t work!”

Click.

The eight masters in front stopped, and he slowly turned his head back.

“Begonia.”

“Go?” Haitang’er’s voice softened. Although it was a single word, the meaning in the words was more “Since I figured it out, then follow me?”

The eight masters shook his head gently.

“Begonia, it’s not that I forgot, but you are used to it.”

“Waiting, lurking…”

“We have been brewing and saving for too long, too long.”

The eight masters raised their heads and looked at the broken sky. There were endless vicissitudes in their turbid eyes. It seemed that the lifelong will was also stained by time.

Words can be said, but they are loud and loud.

“Just like this flower.”

He pointed to Haitang at his feet, and said: “If you are not able to spend your time with you, you will never know whether the most glorious moment you have seen and believed to belong to it is true. “

“Just like this!”

He spread out the palms of his hands again, and his eight fingers quivered slightly, “As you see, it is no longer as stable as yesterday, but it has no sword and can’t hold it. How can it mean that the ending is really just like this? “

The eight masters looked ahead, staring straight at Haitang’er, pondering for a moment, and said with earnest heart:

“In this world, there is nothing that allows you to meet it in the most perfect state of preparation.”

“The time is up, it is up.”

“The time has come, so I can’t say no more.”

“If you can really see the most brilliant flowers and the life of a person, then you would have given everything for yourself…In other words, you have prepared everything, so you can see the ending you want.”

“But the ending, is it interesting, is it really what you want to see?”

Haitang’er lowered his head.

He agrees with the statement of the first seat, but it does not mean that he can accept it.

This time I did not prepare for Perfection and then shot it. The price may be that I lose everything!

Eight statues are silly, he knows what the other person is thinking.

“You are too extreme and too perfectionist.”

“It is not every step of life, it must be measured to the same standard, and it is not everything in the world, it is just not.”

“People can actually have a third choice.”

Haitang’er raised her eyes, her eyes were full of coldness, “Really? You never spent your life, how do you know the end?”

“I don’t know, but I can create it. This is what I have been doing, isn’t it?”

“What is used to create it?”

“Hands, body, will, everything that can be used, with preparations that are fairly half-complete preparations…”

Eight masters gave many answers, and finally they had a meal, saying: “Use face, not back!”

Boom, Haitang’er’s heart contracted.

This is saying that he…

Escape?

He gritted his teeth and tried to refute.

“Let me go down.”

The eight masters pointed to the ruined forest road below.

The place was devastated and barren, and it was swept away by the aftermath of the battle in the Eight Palaces.

“Oh.”

Haitang’er reluctantly put the person down.

Click it.

As soon as the eight masters landed, they stepped on a dead branch.

He lowered his head.

Haitang’er also lowered his head following his sight.

Fragment…

Does this mean something?

Haitang’er felt that the sky was going to darken, and the whole person was covered by haze and sorrow.

He couldn’t persuade the first seat at all!

The eight masters moved away, as if thinking of something, squatting down looking thoughtful.

He picked up the dry branch that was broken in half, leaving only the forearm length, and looked at it for a long time.

“The first seat?”

Haitang’er looked towards the direction of the battle behind him.

If you don’t leave, the white clothed will really catch up.

Eight masters got up and looked side by side with him.

“The battle is not over.” He whispered suddenly.

Haitang’er hearing this startled, it took a long time to react. The first seat was responding to what he had just said, that the battle between Gou Wuyue and the second child had ended.

“Can you see it?” He was a little curious.

“Invisible.”

Eight masters look into the distance.

He trifling the acquired cultivation base, he was injured and all he could see was the ruined sky.

Whoosh.

With a quick stroke of the dead branch in his hand, a small sound of breaking wind appeared.

The corners of the eight masters’ lips hooked, and a smile appeared on their faces.

“But I know…”

“The battle has just begun.”

……

The other side.

Whoosh!

The evil sin bow and arrow went back and forth.

Obviously, Gou Wuyue’s sword “Timing·Reverse” is not powerful enough to completely affect the two domains.

After the arrow flew back from the sky and disappeared, it suddenly came with an unmatched momentum.

“Xu Xiaoshou ……”

Old Sang sighed.

He never thought that his new little discipline could cause such severe damage to one of the continent’s Seven Sword Immortal.

It is true that Gou Wuyue is Sword Immortal, which is too empty.

But on this continent, the cultivation base cannot decide everything.

At least, it is not a natural body, nor has it exercised the fleshy body. Only the too virtual body transformed by Heavenly Dao Strength is completely incapable of resisting the damage of that punch.

“What is it?”

Old Sang didn’t delve into it.

This is Xu Xiaoshou’s own chance.

He knows that his own discipline has many ideas, many secrets, and more opportunities.

He had to face that punch instead, but he was actually a bit stunned, even though he was a throne.

But in any case, Xu Xiaoshou has done too much in this battle.

Even beyond the “any” that his current realm needs to bear!

This is a battle that even Dao Severing is not on the top of the list. Simply is not what he should face as a junior.

What he should do is to defeat his peers in all kinds of arenas, glorious, serene!

“Love the common people…”

Raising his eyes and looking at an arrow shot straight down from the sky, Sang Lao spread his hands.

After losing the obstruction of Gou Wuyue, he easily collected the body that was backlashed by a punch from his own discipline and burst into several segments.

And before he was not just in name only, but also in reality, before the successor of Jinzhao.

Even if there is only one breath, or as long as he does not die for too long, he has several ways to take people back from Death God’s hands.

“pa!”

Grabbing only half of Xu Xiaoshou’s cracked head, Sang Lao faced the wound and slapped a rejuvenating pill with one palm.

In a flash.

Xu Xiaoshou’s muscles began to split and grow wild.

Within a moment, his body was restored.

Old Sang took out a pill bottle from the ring again.

This time, he cautiously poured out a golden medicine pill the size of a small fingernail.

“God’s Blessing!”

Known as the strongest healing medicine in the world, “God’s Blessing” has the effect of eliminating all negative effects, rejuvenating souls, and reversing Heavenly Dao Strength.

Give it a hand.

Within 3 breaths time, Xu Xiaoshou “pu” spurted out blood, his eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes.

“Old man…”

Time seems to be slow.

Xu Xiaoshou saw the evil sin bow arrow that fell from the sky at a glance, but it fell in the arms of Sang Lao, surprisingly, not half anxious.

As if the sky had fallen, everything was held by this old fogey.

——Full sense of security!

“pa!”

It was dark in front of me.

Old Sang took out a straw hat from the ring to cover his disciple’s face.

“Xu Xiaoshou.”

He opened his lips and seemed to have a lot to say.

But between the lips and the teeth, it seems that there is no need to say anything, and shut up again.

The smell of medicine is burnt, and there is even the smell of sweat on the old man…

Xu Xiaoshou felt the smell of the straw hat on his face, and already understood everything.

Suddenly, his nose was sore and he choked a little.

“Master…”

Old Sang’s heart trembled, but he still didn’t bow his head.

The arrow enlarging in the pupil did not give him enough time to savor the appellation that has really come from the heart since the night of apprenticeship.

He knew it.

Xu Xiaoshou has always had grievances in his heart.

But who can not complain?

My own way of accepting disciples was a waste of human life.

Old Ke Sang doesn’t care.

He had no extra time or patience to face the pieces that might not grow up at all.

Only after repeated attempts and repeated disappointments can I really have such a chance.

And now.

Obviously, Xu Xiaoshou got up.

Then, his mission was achieved.

Regret it?

If you do not regret it, it is impossible.

But because it was hard-won, I cherish it.

At least, in front of Sang Lao, he does not allow anyone, any existence, in any way, to cause physical, mental, and soul damage to his discipline in any form.

No one can do it!

Even if that person is called to love the common people!

“Xiao Shou, this is most likely the last word I will say to you for the teacher.”

With a bang, the veteran Sang took the straw hat in his hand and flew into Space Crack with a slap.

Kusaka flew away.

Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly caught.

When Space Crack was about to disappear, he only saw the Old Guy’s lips squirming a few times, and one was unskilled. Although it was horrified, he could already see that he worked very hard to express a gentle and kind smile.

“If the old man dies, on this continent, you don’t need to fear anyone in the world.”

After a word, Old Sang turned around abruptly, zoomed with both hands, and squeezed the evil sin bow arrow from the sky with a thud.

The void exploded and the space shattered.

Invisible air surpasses several li spaces.

No matter how hard the sound comes out.

But even at this moment, the old man still trembled his masseter muscles and forced his head away.

He knows that sound transmission is not possible in a vacuum, and Xu Xiaoshou may not hear it.

But he still insisted.

What he didn’t know was that even if there was only a trace of Space Crack left, Xu Xiaoshou’s “perception” could be completely peeked into his mouth.

“Your next patron, the Holy Palace, the Dragon Rongzhi!”