Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Biwei Qingzhen!"

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, and a dozen people suddenly felt that they were wrapped in a burst of true energy and flying in the air.

It landed directly in the area where Fan Jian was.

"One, two, three... thirteen, just right!"

Fan Jian counted and said.

"Oh, are you all so interested in challenging me together? It's really gratifying and congratulatory!"

"Fuck you!"

"Did we come in on our own? Didn't you drag us in?"

"Referee! Is this a violation of our rules? It is strongly recommended that we be disqualified from the competition!"

The referee broke into a cold sweat.

Do you think this is human language?

How can there be such a thing?

Others in the ring would like to beat one person to rest for half a day, but he is not only not resting, but also dragging so many people into the ring at once.

The referee scratched his head and said.

"So many people..."

"You don't want to vomit after eating, do you?" Fan Jian said gloomily.

"..."

The referee clenched his fists tightly and looked at the dozen people and said.

"You're afraid of a hammer! He's just one person, there are so many of you, beat him!"

Everyone looked at each other and said in confusion.

"Isn't this an arena match? Is group fighting allowed?"

The referee said, covering his eyes.

"I can't see it anyway!"

"Do it! Brothers! We can't get the top spot anyway! Even if we are eliminated, we still have to have a good time!"

"Give it a go! I've long disliked him! Don't even try to fight against me. I'll beat him to death!"

But Fan Jian raised his hand and said.

"Wait!"

"What? Are you scared now?" the referee said proudly.

"No, there are so many of them. If we want to have fun, isn't a quarter of an hour not enough? Otherwise, let's change it to an hour!" Fan Jian said.

The referee was so angry that he threw away the scoreboard in his hand and said:

You call me! Enough! Have fun! Beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy! "

In the audience, the inner disciples all exploded.

These thirty people are all the best of a hundred, and their cultivation is at the second level of Foundation Establishment. If these inner disciples really want to fight alone, there is no suspense, but if they fight more than a dozen at a time, no matter how high their cultivation is, they will still be defeated. Colorful!

And he only gets beaten without fighting back?

Is that Fan Jian made of iron?

There is a man who uses a copper hammer as a weapon and even sparks come out when he hits him. Are you sure he is from the outer door?

Ling Ge's disciples were all stunned. If they hadn't held their chin with their hands, their chin would have hit the head of the person below.

Did this guy secretly learn Ling Ge's body-building technique?

Or is it that Elder Tie is hiding his secrets and gave him the best body-building technique?

Lou Changkong no longer dared to look at it at this time. He silently took out his Galaxy Sword and took a look at it.

For a moment, he felt that even if the Galaxy Sword was struck on Fan Jian's head, a hole would be made.

Originally I just came here to observe and see how much this Brother Fan is capable of, but in the end I lost my confidence!

Lou Changkong sighed, stood up and left immediately.

His mood was a bit messed up and he needed to find a place to calm down quickly.

At the elders' stage, the other elders also paid attention to Fan Jian.

This surprised and delighted Elder Yao.

Needless to say, I am very happy. I will have such a good apprentice in the future. Who wouldn't be happy?

What was surprising was that Fan Jian secretly practiced Hengqiang Kung Fu without telling him when he did it!

Elder Tie said in horror.

"Old Poison, let me ask you again, did you really not give him any medicine?"

"No!"

"Unbelievable!" Elder Tie pointed at Fan Jian and said.

"Hengfu training is nothing more than refining Qi internally and refining skin externally. All of us in Lingge are dark-skinned, with skin as rough as iron sand. Isn't that just for physical exercise?"

"Look at that kid again. Although he has some muscles, he is covered in thin skin and tender flesh, and is white and rosy. If I didn't know that they were really fighting with all their strength, I would have suspected that they were cheating!"

Elder Xiaogege Laoyin covered his mouth and said in surprise

"It's true! Such strong muscles, yet so smooth and delicate..."

Elder Yao said quickly.

"Elder Yin, you have already reached the sixth grade, so you can't worry about your child!"

Elder Yin curled his lips and said.

"Although the slave has passed the sixth grade, he is neither old nor old! Besides, I only accepted him as my apprentice, so why can't I think more about it? I just heard him whistle a little tune when he was being beaten!"

The lonely elder said in surprise.

"If he learns the Overlord Sword Technique from my Sword Pavilion, wouldn't it be possible for him to have no defense at all with the Jingzhe Sword?"

Elder Shen from Jiange Pavilion waved his hand and said.

"No, no, no, your Sword Pavilion's internal skills are on the domineering route. This Fan Jian is always stable and has a gentle nature. He is obviously more suitable for our Sword Pavilion's Three Thousand Chou Kung Fu, the Sword Cutting Silk Technique!"

"No! Tiange's assassination technique is most suitable for people like him who hide their swords behind their smiles!"

"You are all wrong! He has a wild and uninhibited personality, cheerful and non-controversial. It is most suitable for him to learn the Great Drunken Immortal Boundless Technique from our wine pavilion!"

"What! Our Lingge's Qianjun Body Forging Technique is the most suitable for him! Double forging, he will be invincible in the world!"

"Haha, you all said that, then let us Fu Yun Er Pavilion come and grab a share!"

Elder Yao wanted to cry but had no tears.

Who could have imagined that things would turn out like this?

This bastard asked you to show off your style and attract the limelight. Are you going too far in trying to achieve the limelight?

Now all the elders from Shigege are trying to rob him, what should we do?

At this moment, the situation on another arena suddenly changed.

The two people fighting were Xia Ruhua, a disciple in the study room, and Duan Wudi, a disciple in the animal pen.

At this time, Xia Ruhua already had two or three stab wounds on her body, while Duan Wudi only had some minor scratches.

The referee saw that Xia Ruhua was injured and said immediately.

"Are you okay? Do you want to quit?"

Xia Ruhua shook her head and said in a deep voice.

"No!"

Duan Wudi immediately sneered when he heard this.

"Xia Donggua, if you don't admit defeat, I will cut off some of the fat on your body!"

Xia Ruhua gritted her teeth and looked at Duan Wudi, her mind was filled with the scene two years ago when Yuan Qingshou and him forced her to make a furnace!

"Even if I die! I won't admit defeat!"

Xia Ruhua said with a cold expression.

"Tch! Back then Mr. Yuan valued you so much, but you didn't know what to do. Do you think that if you become a fat man, you can practice with peace of mind? What about now? Aren't you just hiding outside?"

"With your physique, which one of the ten pavilions can like you? Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you can go to Ling Pavilion. Your fat body is perfect for working hard in blacksmithing! Hahahaha!"

Hearing Duan Wudi's ridicule, Xia Ruhua was furious. She picked up her sword and rushed towards Duan Wudi, raising her hand to stab him with the sword.

However, Duan Wudi turned sideways with his long sword, his feet suddenly accelerated, and the blade swept across, leaving another foot-long wound on Xia Ruhua's waist.

Xia Ruhua immediately squatted down covering her wound.

Seeing that she was still holding on, Duan Wudi sneered and said.

"You won't surrender? Then go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Wudi kicked Xia Ruhua on the shoulder, sending her flying more than ten meters away, sliding across the boundary between the two arenas, and falling onto the arena where Fan Jian was.

Life or death is unknown!