I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Pap, papa..."

Raindrops hit the ground, and small round ripples spread on the puddles on the road.

With a click, the puddle was stepped on to pieces by the white hard-soled shoes hurriedly, and spattered away.

In a flash.

At the end of the road, the white team disappeared.

The scene of the trade fair.

Watching many white clothes go to Beicheng District to support, the operation commanders in white clothes and red clothes in the tea shop were silent.

After a long time, someone finally said something.

"Sacred Power?"

"Well, it is unlikely to be an illusion. It is expected that someone must have known the actions of the Lingque Trade Fair and decided to shoot in another place."

"who?"

"In the Eastern Heavenly King City, apart from the holy temple and the semi-holy forces, there are probably only the newcomer Jiang and the first floor in the sky."

"That's Jiang, after all, these people are not here tonight, and the people on the first floor in the sky are inside the fair."

The communication of the commander in white is very simple.

After a few sentences, the analysis of the situation is very obvious.

"With this opportunity, what do you intend to do with the half-sage Jiang?" someone asked.

"Jiang Jiang Xian, three tired eyes..." Another white robed speculated.

With this sentence, the tea shop became quiet again.

Three disgusted pupils.

If this matters, it can't be a trivial matter.

As the white clothing that cuts the black and extinguishes the evil, as the only ray of light in the darkness.

How can you not know that the three mischievous pupils are very big and involve many people?

The support has been sent, and everyone is silent at the moment.

Man proposes, God disposes.

I just hope that the situation in Beicheng District by then will not be bad news.

"A few!"

At this moment, Chu Lisheng, who was warming the tea in the back, suddenly said, his face solemnly interrupted the conversation of the people in white clothes.

"What's the matter?"

The commander in white immediately looked around.

"There is bad news..."

Chu Lisheng held the communication bead in his hand, and said mournfully: "Just received the news, it was from the Yao family in Wangcheng. It was said that it was Yao Ye, the elder of the Yao family, who fell tonight. The man who made the shot was called the "Eight Masters". people."

Snap it.

At the two tables in white and red, everyone stood up in shock.

"Eight masters?"

The night watch was shocked: "A real person or a fake?"

Chu Lisheng looked back at the past, and said in a daze: "The seniors in red clothes are not from the royal city. You may not know that Yao Ye is the sword holder of the famous sword in the twenty-first middle school of the famous sword. Too fictitious."

The pupils of the people who watched the night shrank suddenly.

Too Xu...

died?

If Chu Lisheng could hear such words, Yao Ye must have truly fallen.

And the fluctuation of Tai Xu's death was so small?

Even sitting in this tea shop.

All the attention of the white clothes and the red clothes was attracted by the Lingque Fair and Holy Power.

I didn't expect at all that tonight, Tai Xu would die in battle.

"In that case, it could only be the sound of the sword sound just now..."

Among the white-clothed commanders, someone condensed slowly.

Indeed, before the eruption of the holy power, a sword rang from the west.

But no one took it seriously at that time.

Yao Mansion Jianming, isn't that the norm?

Unexpectedly, that was Yao Ye's last cry!

"Try the sword?"

Asked the commander in white with a sword.

"Um."

Chu Lisheng nodded: "Simply compared to the sword, no matter what else, Yao Ye's sword protection failed and fell. It is a serious matter in the ancient sword repair."

serious…

If it is placed on him, everyone is willing to believe in this seriousness, it is truly serious.

But tonight, the wind is rustling, and it coincides with this. How can it be serious?

"So, really the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Vigil looked back at several people around him, and the battle in the Eight Palaces outside the White Cave emerged in his mind.

At that time, their mission was over, and white clothes were responsible for the rest, so Gou Wuyue ordered a few of them in red to leave the scene first.

Never thought.

After they left in this way, they heard that there was a battle in the Eighth Palace, and seven hundred were killed in white clothes.

Even Wuyue Sword Immortal was defeated by a dead branch in the head of the holy slave.

The identity of the other party is also ready to be revealed.

"The Eighth Sword Fairy..."

Lan Ling murmured in a low voice, "He has also come here."

No one can be fearless of the words "Eighth Sword Fairy".

That is a myth!

It's not from the ancient times, but from the Eastern Region decades ago. It can be said to be contemporary... a true myth!

After the First World War in the Eight Palaces, the Saint Slave and the Eighth Sword Immortal declared war, in fact, they were suppressed by the Saints Hall, so as not to cause panic and dark forces to follow.

But outsiders don’t know, my family understands!

The first seat of the holy slave is the eighth sword immortal, and the eight masters.

This is well known to the insiders in white and red clothes.

As soon as the situation of the Lingque Fair was set up, the other side moved his hands.

"This is too fast!"

The vigil marveled at the speed of the saint slave.

These people seem to have the eyes of the avenue, as if they are staring at the every move of the Holy Spirit Temple all the time.

And once the Holy Temple Hall is leaking.

The fatal blow in the dark, served immediately!

"But, why did he move Yao Ye and not us?"

"personal enmity?"

Some people doubt it.

Then someone thought of a very ancient legend.

"Famous Sword Twenty One..."

"Yes, eight masters should have been eyeing these twenty-one famous swords."

"Since ancient times, no one has gathered all the famous swords, but there are legends that when all the famous swords are gathered, this will be a road to canonization."

In the past, everyone felt that the rumors were false.

When the Eighth Sword Immortal hadn't really appeared, no one would believe such an absurd path.

Twenty-one famous swords, even if they are all gathered, no one has twenty-one hands to use the sword at the same time.

How could this be another road to canonization?

But when the eight statues whose identities were confirmed knew how to take action, and they really acted on this path, Bai Yi immediately uploaded the information.

Regardless of whether this inference is accurate.

In short, the intention of the enemy.

The Holy Temple, just need to stop it.

Sacred power leaked, eight masters savvy shot...

Stuck in such a sensitive period of the Lingque Fair, such disgusting things broke out.

Even though the major commanders in white and red clothes here have a lot of experience, they all feel a little panic.

"Our people, haven't they arrived yet?"

At this time, the watch looked at Chu Lisheng, and asked.

He is one of the few people who have seen such magnificent battles in the Eighth Palace, so he knows the terrifying aspects of the Eighth Sword Immortal even more.

And since the other party decided to make a move, it was obviously impossible to just grab a famous sword.

Because Xu Xiaoshou may still be on the scene of the trade fair today.

Saint slave, it is impossible to sit back and watch.

That's it.

Even the dark forces such as Sheng Nu Na will intervene in this situation.

At that time, even Gou Wuyue was overwhelmed, and this trade fair was so fierce.

Even if there are many people.

How can the action be successful without a big boss sitting in town?

"It should be soon..." Chu Lisheng responded subconsciously, then suddenly looked at the other side of the void, and changed his words: "Come!"

Falling down.

You can see the ripples of the void.

Afterwards, a complex pattern of Dao patterns spread out, covering a small half of the sky, making the night glow a bit.

The next step after the formation of the heavenly secret array is completed.

A small space channel expands, and two young people come out from it, a man and a woman.

The man is tall and straight, handsome and handsome, with sword eyebrows and stars, and full of spirit.

The woman's posture is graceful, her face is covered with light veil, the star pupil is Ye Ye, Gu Pan is shining.

This combination appeared, almost like an emperor and fairy descending from the sky.

Both have a refined temperament and do not catch fireworks.

It was the solemn night, and it was all decorated with the most gorgeous strokes, and it became graceful.

"The little girl knows Wen and has met several seniors."

As soon as he appeared, Yu Zhiwen took the lead in squeezing his slender hands and bowing his body.

Immediately, her star pupils turned, and looked at the table in red with a slight surprise, "Sister Lanling..."

"Sister Zhiwen!"

Lan Ling was also surprised by the visitors.

The last time she cooperated with Yu Zhiwen at Baiku, she learned about the terrifying secrets of contemporary young people, and also understood why the Temple of the Holy Spirit dared to gradually send young people to cooperate with the actions of red and white clothes.

More than exercise.

They are really useful!

It was so useful that Lan Ling could not pick out any problems with Yu Zhiwen, except for the accident of the "run" on the Lijian Grassland.

And that disturbing "run"...

To be honest.

Until the end, Lan Ling didn't dare to ask directly whether it was from Xu Xiaoshou or Yu Zhiwen.

The matter passed.

Then put it down.

Hold it down?

Pointless.

Falling from the void, Yu Zhiwen floated to the table in the red shirt and came to Lan Ling.

Lan Ling smiled and said, "Why are you? I thought you had already returned to the Central Region."

Yuzhi's eyebrows curled up, and he smiled slightly and replied: "Sister Lan Ling was disappointed, but the master asked me to stay in the Eastern Territory on standby, saying that there are still useful places. By the way, he brought me back. A helper, it will come in handy right now."

"Is there any disappointment or disappointment..."

Lan Ling smiled and shook his head. Following Yu Zhiwen's gaze, he looked at the young man who was still floating in the air, seeming to be aloft, and waiting for someone to introduce him.

"This is?" she asked.

Yu Zhiwen introduced with expressionless face: "My senior brother, Situ Yongren, ranked first in the Taoist ranking list, and the love of the Taoist Lord, the strength is much more powerful than me."

Everyone was surprised.

Taoism, one of the six temples of the Holy Spirit.

The Taoist Heaven List is a ranking list that delves into the mysteries of the world.

In front of Yu knows Wen, everyone already knows that it is the second place in the Taoist ranking list.

Unexpectedly, this time the person here was actually her brother.

No. 1 in the sky list.

This also means that among the younger generation, this person is the one with the strongest heavenly secret technique.

and also…

Dao Hall Master’s lover!

It can be said that this sound made everyone really see the background of the young man floating in the void.

The contemporary master of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, the disciple of the Taoist firmament.

In a secular way...

This is the prince!

"Junior sister laughed."

At this time, the Situ Yong who was introduced slowly landed and said slowly:

"Senior brother, I am just a few years old, and I have learned the heavenly secret technique for a few more years."

"Junior Sister was able to rank second in the heavenly list by nature, and now she has become a master, and she has a first glimpse of the way of heaven."

"As soon as the Zhuji star pupils are opened, whoever loses and who wins is still the two to say, ha ha."

Situ Yong has a refined temperament and a very modest manner.

However, Yu Zhiwen only pressed his red lips under the veil, and never answered.

Situ Yong's complexion was calm, and after speaking, Yu Zhiwen was speechless, and he calmly turned his head to look at the white and red clothes around him.

"Junior Situ Yong, I've seen all the seniors, come here this time, just send them as you like."

have to say.

Except for the condescending scene, Situ Yong's performance makes people unable to fault, and looks gentle.

But Chu Lisheng, who was holding the teapot behind, frowned slightly.

I don't know if it was too long after being in officialdom, so Chu Lisheng found it difficult to develop a good impression of this young man in the first place.

In front of so many seniors in white and red, Chu Lisheng had to speak well.

As soon as this Situ Yongren appeared, he first stood up and waited for words, and then ignored his seniors. Until he couldn't talk with his junior and sisters, he turned to the white and red clothes.

Although the attitude is humble and polite.

But Chu Lisheng's first sense, he felt that this person was too arrogant.

But when he turned his head and saw the seniors in red and white, he seemed to not care about the order of addressing at all, and Chu Lisheng suddenly felt ashamed.

right!

How can these white clothes and red clothes, who are wandering on the edge of life and death, care about the order in which a younger generation speaks?

Stand firm.

Ability is sufficient.

Come if you want.

"let's start!"

The white-clothed commander didn't talk too much nonsense, and said to Yuzhi's gentle Situ Yong.

Situ Yongren glanced back at him, without saying a word, then turned to look at Yu Zhiwen, the corner of his lips lifted, and a gentle smile: "Junior sister, shall we start?"

Yu knew that the temperature was not spoken, only silently stretched out his hand, lightly Jieyin, and slowly pressed onto the void.

In an instant, the complex celestial path pattern appeared.

The heavenly secret array that sent the two of them was expanded again, and the space channel became stronger.

Situ Yong watched for a long time, smiled back to his senses, and also stretched out his hands.

"Om—"

Throne spirit is injected, and the void trembles.

Afterwards, Dao lines appeared on Situ Yongren's body, and then spread into the void in his spiritual thoughts.

In an instant, everyone could feel the earth-shaking changes in the Heavenly Mystery Array Pattern.

If you say that Yu Zhiwen's heavenly secret technique, this space channel has been the largest consolidation.

That Situ Yongren had inserted wings into the space channel, so that the heavenly secret Dao pattern here was sublimated in general.

"So strong..."

Lan Ling had a shock in his eyes.

She is a spiritual formation master, so she understands the power of Situ Yong.

Such a young man not only has the throne cultivation base, but also has such a powerful heavenly secret technique.

You must know that it is not a fixed large teleportation array, but a spatial channel that instantaneously communicates the two domains.

Since ancient times, only the Heavenly Mystery Sorcerer of the Dao Hall Master's level can do it.

And now, the two juniors have accomplished such a feat.

genius!

"Wow quack~"

While thinking about it, a strange cry of excitement came from inside the void passage.

"Come here, the space channel has finally come out, I can finally come out and play, hahaha, the head of the **** body, for so many years, I've been sitting so that my **** will be deformed!"

Amidst the strange cry, a humpbacked old man who was as short as a dwarf jumped out.

As soon as Fang appeared, the person's eyes glowed with green light, and he looked at his surroundings with interest.

"Little girl!"

Seeing fish knows warmth, the humpbacked old man's eyes shine brightly.

Such beauty, even with a veil, is the only thing he has seen in his life.

At the moment, the humpbacked old man bounced up and brushed his sense of existence, and then rubbed his hands and asked eagerly: "Little girl, what's your name...huh?"

When he realized that the space channel was constructed by the girl in front of him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com had a slightly surprised look in his eyes, and then he turned around and said urgently:

"Stop, stop!"

"It's enough to have Lao Tzu. Others don't need to call out. This time, Lao Tzu will surely blow them up."

He waved his hands.

Yuzhi Wenyu had fragrant sweat in his neck, but he did not dare to stop.

As soon as the humpbacked old man's words fell, another sturdy and blatant anger came from the space channel:

"Wang Dahui, he has such a big and stinky tone, I am not afraid to smoke it!"

"Back then, Quirehan smashed you into a hunchback. Now it seems that your **** injury hasn't been cured yet, so dare you to speak wildly?"

"You are alone, no one is holding, can you hammer the enemy's knee when you jump?"