I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Xiao Wanfeng:? ? ?

At this moment he felt that he was hearing hallucinations.

In the voice of Xuan Cang Sword Spirit, there was a hint of uncontrollable shortness and determination.

It’s like when the 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, do you really dare to think about it and look for your father, do you think you have lived too long, don't you?" He angered himself in his heart.

The sword spirit of the Profound Cang Divine Sword chose himself, which was something that I didn't even dare to dream of.

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

That night, the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou, as a swordman with four swords, had the sword pressed against the Divine Sword of Xuan Cang.

This is an extremely naive idea.

Whether this is the case, Xiao Wanfeng has reservations.

You can hear the tone of Xuan Cang Jian Ling...

If yes!

It's just what if...

Xiao Wanfeng felt that if it were, the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou would be too strong, how could he force the Profound Cang Divine Sword to such a hungry level?

Feeling good about yourself is common to everyone.

But Xiao Wanfeng is more important than that. He knows how many catties he has. He is very self-aware.

His own aptitude, dying to death, is just something that Mr. Siren can only take a look at. How could Xuancang Divine Sword choose itself?

Besides, it is now on the back of Qijian Xianrao Yaoyao.

Opposite it there is an old predecessor Mr. Siren in the Seven Swords Immortal.

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

Me, is that important?

Suddenly Xiao Wanfeng thought of what Xuancang Sword Spirit had said before, and he asked urgently: "Senior, listen to what you mean, except for Mr. Youtu and the Eighth Sword Immortal, no one can communicate with you in this era. ?"

Xuan Cang Jian Ling: "Yes."

Xiao Wanfeng was startled, and his heart was really...

I still took it for granted. The Profound Cang Divine Sword is hungry and never chooses food. How can there be any stories like "I am special, I am the Son of Destiny"?

Xuan Cang Jian Ling: "And you."

Click.

Xiao Wanfeng petrified on the spot.

Soon he was relieved from the petrified state, his lips snapped, his eyelids jumped wildly, and his fingers cramped.

The whole body, except for the hand holding the wooden sword, remained stable. Everything else seemed to be convulsed and convulsed.

"Huh~"

After a long time of exhalation, Xiao Wanfeng recovered his calm, and solemnly replied in his mind: "Senior is waiting for me."

Talk more about others.

It's not like the average person who was chosen by the Divine Sword as the master, he said with excitement: "Why wait for me to go up to the holy mountain, can't you recognize the master now?"

Xiao Wanfeng has always been a very assertive and self-aware person.

This has always been the case for more than ten years.

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

The Profound Cang Divine Sword was invited out of the Holy Spirit Hall, and it must have its mission.

In addition, at this time, he was really in the dark, and under the hidden sword, he even had no combat power.

Xuan Cang Divine Sword could invite himself at this moment, which was already a choice beyond the bottom line.

As the sword spirit said, as the third invitee of this era.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that he had the strong cultivation skills of Old Man Youtu, so he was the former head of the Temple of Seven Swords Owl.

I don't think I have eight masters of such a strong aptitude, able to achieve the magical three-breath innate, three-year sword immortal.

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

Not a genius!

But I have perseverance.

Perhaps this is the reason for me in Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

Xiao Wanfeng was not like You Tu and the eight masters, and chose to reject the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

—A fool would do this!

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

But the old man Youtu would reject it, necessarily because it was unnecessary; the eight masters would reject it because he already had the fierce sword and four swords.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that Xuancang Divine Sword had also invited You Tu and Eight Masters when they were young.

Otherwise, the two cannot refuse this big temptation.

But I am different...

Rao Yaoyao invited the sword out of the temple of the holy gods.

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

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

And it was precisely because of these coincidences that Xuan Cang Divine Sword could see itself.

Xiao Wanfeng rejected Mei Siren's invitation to accept a disciple because Mr. Siren wanted to follow his own way.

But the sword is not the same.

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 a master or apprentice.

Just as the eight masters of Qingju and Xu Xiaoshouzhi have four swords, my Xiao Wanfengzhi...

Thinking of this, the corner of Xiao Wanfeng's lips lightly lifted, and he did not continue to think about it.

At this time, he even felt that connecting his name with the divine sword Xuan Cang with "Zhi" was considered blasphemy.

but!

"It recognizes me..."

In the night, Xiao Wanfeng looked at Yeye and looked up at the city in the sky. He felt that he had seen the canonization of Daoji in advance.

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

After all, there is no recognition from Divine Sword Xuan Cang that is more important.

Because of the first two, Xiao Wanfeng would still regard the other party as encouraging words and disdain.

Only the divine sword Xuan Cang really felt that his Dao had a height comparable to that of the eight masters, Yotu.

This way, I took a few steps and didn't talk about it.

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

The evening breeze was gusting, and the night was bleak.

The young man rustled in old linen.

The sixteen-year-old Sentimental still has a confused perception of the world.

"I, can it really be?"

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

He felt his face start to get hot.

But not enough.

So he clenched his fists until his nails dig into his palms.

Spread your hands.

Yin Yin blood stains.

Xiao Wanfeng smiled.

"It hurts..."

…

Mid-air.

The two great sword immortals in high positions obviously did not know the secret communication between Xuancang Sword Spirit and Xiao Wanfeng.

After a brief greeting, the two went straight to the subject.

"Should Rao Jianxian come here this time, shouldn't it be a mere visit?" Mei Si smiled: "Speak bluntly, what is the Holy Spirit Temple looking for?"

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was solemn, and he didn't mean anything, and said straight to the point: "Then Mr. Ye Siren entered the arena, it seems that he wants to help the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Oh?" Mei Siren remained calm, the folding fan in his hand stopped, and the corner of his lips twitched: "Do you think that the old man and You Tu have stood together?"

The rhythm of these words was advancing too fast, and it reached the top level in one fell swoop, and the void became a bit deadly on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao was slightly startled.

She didn't rush to clear it away, but after a while, she took advantage of the situation.

"Yes!"

One word settled.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was sleeping under the cover of the cultivation room, and Xiao Wanfeng, who was standing guard at the gate downstairs, felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

The two who had just talked and laughed suddenly became tit-for-tat.

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

Meisi's choice is enough to influence the layout of the high-level?

The night sky was dead for a long time.

After staring at Rao Yaoyao's kung fu for a short while, Mei Siren's solemn expression only melted, and after a smile, it made people feel like a spring breeze.

He shook the folding fan again and sighed:

"Yuo Tu is old!"

"The old man never stood with him. As for what position he is holding, I believe that the Temple of the Holy Spirit knows better than outsiders."

"And the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou, he is just a student under my seat."

"Qualifications are a little better, but looking at the five continents, students of this kind cannot be counted by themselves."

"If the student asks, the teacher will answer, that's it."

Mei Si answered calmly.

Rao Yaoyao's heart tightened, she narrowed her eyes first, and secretly prepared herself.

Then, she asked: "Mr. Siren knows the position of the saint slave, why did he choose to approach at that critical moment? Don't you think that your attitude towards saint slaves is a little...too close?"

"Excessive?"

Mei Siren looked up, looking straight through the heart and soul, and said in a solemn voice: "Now, even if the old man has taken one more step on the earth, does the Holy Spirit Temple have to bother?"

Rao Yaoyao stepped back, with great power, and resolutely said: "You also said it yourself, you, you have taken one more step!"

"How?" Mei Siren stepped forward.

Rao Yaoyao lowered her head: "This step is to surpass!"

"Hahaha…"

Mei Siren laughed. After a long time of laughter, he turned his head and asked: "Then, is the Holy Spirit Temple going to impose a military prohibition order on the old man? Or is the prohibition order not enough...the prohibition order?"

Rao Yaoyao's pores exploded all over, as if being stared at by a liger, her hair was horrified.

"Don't dare," she replied.

"Don't dare?" Mei Siren shook his head and laughed, with a look of resentment in his eyes:

"More than a hundred years ago, you banned the old man from making tea with Yutu, saying that he had an affair with the dark forces. This old recognition has since broken off with Yutu."

"Fifty years ago, you banned the old man from speaking about swords with the wind listening to the dust and the wind. It is impossible to say that it is related to the power of ghosts and beasts.

"Now, the teacher preaching to solve the confusion, the old man has taken a normal step, and he has not even made a move. With just a few words of contact, do you think the old man has exceeded it?"

Taking another step, Mei Siren made a calm voice, pointed the folding fan in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Tell me, where is the ‘boundary’, how can I talk about ‘passing over’?!”

Rao Yaoyao's scalp was numb, and she withdrew again and again, feeling a little dazed by such thunderous words.

She has never seen Mr. Siren, who has always been good-tempered, behave like this, and the current momentum is completely suppressed.

"I…"

"Have you touched the holy way?" Mei Siren flicked his fan and broke directly.

"Never..."

"Then Hua Chang Deng touched the holy way?" Mei Siren stepped forward again, staring at it.

There was no need to respond this time, there was a buzzing thunder from above the nine heavens, and the world could not see it, but Shuangjianxian raised his head together.

It's not respectful to call the holy name directly!

Rao Yaoyao didn't respond if it was right or not, but the answer was ready to come.

"good!"

However, Mei Siren didn’t care about this. He raised his eyes with an angry face: “You go back and tell Hua Chang Deng, if this is his will, come and find the old for yourself, don’t stay in the Guizhe Holy Mountain all the time, lying on the screen and candle floor. , Self-pity watching the movie!"

Rao Yaoyao was so scared that her pretty face was frosty and she looked incredible.

Mr. Siren is crazy?

Calling the holy name for the first time may be unintentional.

But the second time, this pointed to the nose and yelled at him, it was really a name.

"Rumble—"

Void thunder and anger followed, Rao Yaoyao didn't have time to stop Mei Siren's crazy behavior, so he saw the old gentleman's **** together and moved a little upward.

"Boom!"

A cyan holy power rushed into the sky, blasting the Jieyun apart on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao's eyes almost didn't come out.

"Sacred Power?"

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

This sword pointed to the blue light, she could see that it was not pure sacred power, but also mixed with the power of mortal worldly heaven.

But Gui is one of the Seven Sword Immortals, as long as you touch the holy way, you can touch this threshold.

That means, it's not far!

It turned out that he dared to swear, because half of his foot stepped into the door...Rao Yaoyao was suddenly stunned.

The Holy Tribulation was dispelled, and did not condense again.

Hua Chang Deng, as a junior, even if Mei Siren stepped into that threshold first, no matter what, he had received instructions from "Mr. Siren" when he was young.

After the catastrophe of the Holy Path, although he was far away in the middle domain, he had obviously noticed the movement here.

After learning Meisi's finger, he stopped paying attention.

And the saints don't intend to mix things up here, the saint robbery is naturally impossible to form again.

Mei Siren has never come down since he came to the dominant position of the conversation. At this time, his emotions receded, and he returned to a calm state again, and whispered:

"Send you a word to the Temple of the Holy Spirit..."

"Too much is not enough, but enough is enough."

Rao Yaoyao closed her beautiful eyes, knowing that this time she came, it should 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 of holy power revealed, that is, she is carrying the profound blue divine sword, what can it be?

The old sword fairy is the old sword fairy.

Even if it is not his time anymore, years can leave marks on people, but they can't erase the marks left by people on the world.

As the sword fairy of the last era, the Meisi people can do it if they want to do it. If they do not want to do it, the hard steel can also break half of the laurel tree on the holy mountain.

"Overstepped..."

Rao Yaoyao suddenly fell into reflection.

She felt that Mr. Siren was right.

People seem to have never surpassed it, but over the past few hundred years, has the Temple of the Holy Spirit pushed too much towards neutral people?

It’s too late, but enough...

"Teached." Rao Yaoyao bowed her body.

Mei Siren spread out the folding fan and moved quickly with his hands. The wind blew his beard. He looked like a little old man who had chosen to suppress his temper after being frustrated.

"Little Wawa, go back, it's not your fault! The old man is not tantrums with you, you go to your boss to complain, oh, yes..."

Speaking of this, the Mei Siren seemed to remember something, looking in the direction of Zhong Yu, and said:

"Guizhe Sacred Mountain, I will go there in person after the old man, and then let the older generation on the holy mountain come out to greet you."

"What kind of sky, Hua Chang Deng, young people, don't come out anymore, it's an eyesore!"

"do you know?"

Rao Yaoyao dumbly raised her head and looked at the old man in front of him.

For a moment she seemed to be back when she was a child in her memory.

The person in front of her is still an adult, and she is still a small girl.

And indeed.

When Lao Jianxian got upset and played with her temper, she suddenly woke up. It turned out that all the methods of coercion prepared in advance were useless.

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When a young man like myself came here, except for visiting the old man, he was educated again, and he didn't even have the qualifications to say a word.

As for speaking, if you can't say it, you will fight back...

Are you kidding me? !

The old sword immortal is called the old sword immortal, can that be easily beaten by the younger generation?

"Let's go, don't bother the old man anymore." Mei Siren waved, and signaled Rao Yaoyao to leave quickly like a sheep.

"Oh." Rao Yaoyao shrank his head, turned and left.

"A good little girl, it becomes an eye-opener no matter how she grows up, alas~" Mei Siren whispered to herself, full of melancholy.

"..."

Rao Yaoyao didn't say a word, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.