Fantasy: All my skills are passive

The old man said with a smile.

"Didn't I tell you? Kenmaru!"

"What bullshit Kenmaru! Why are you okay?"

Fan Jian had cold sweat on his forehead, and a cramping pain kept coming from his internal organs.

He noticed that there was a raging sword energy wreaking havoc in his body. What was even more terrifying was that the sword energy kept wandering around, destroying not only the body, but also the meridians.

Heartbreaking pain spread throughout Fan Jian's body.

I saw the old man still smiling and saying.

"Because they are not the same thing. The sword pills I took were ordinary sword pills, and the sword pills you took were the advanced innate eight swords sword pills!"

Fan Jian had no intention of listening to the old man anymore. He quickly opened the system despite the severe pain and bought ten scratch cards without hesitation.

He is almost dead now and the only solution is the system lottery.

Ten scratch cards appeared in front of Fan Jian, and he struggled to scratch one.

"Definitely next time!"

"Definitely next time!"

"Not necessarily next time!"

"Definitely next time!"

"..."

I scraped nine pieces in a row, but none of them were shipped.

"Grass!"

Fan Jian punched the ground angrily and began to vomit blood in his mouth.

It took a lot of effort to get here!

Just because he believed this old man's nonsense because of his bad mouth, he took a bullshit sword pill!

"The last one, ship it to me!"

Fan Jian's eyes widened and he raised his hand to scratch.

I saw four big characters appearing on the scratch card.

"Powerful diet!"

Powerful dietary therapy lv1: Obtain powerful healing effects by ingesting food, water and other items, and the effects increase with level.

Hearing this, Fan Jian quickly exchanged four skill points and added them to the powerful diet. He struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the fried green beans on the table, tore open the oil paper package, grabbed a handful of green beans, mixed with the blood in his mouth. Just stuffed it into his mouth.

I felt a burst of spiritual energy rushing into my body, powerful digestion and powerful dietary therapy working at the same time. The spiritual energy instantly began to repair the internal organs damaged by the sword pill.

Fan Jian immediately placed Qingdou next to him, sat cross-legged, and started the Tianji Du Yuan Gong.

When the old man saw this, he nodded proudly and said.

"Boy, the Tianji Du Yuan Gong cultivates the upper Dantian, and it has little effect on the Eight Innate Swords of Daji! It's better to learn Xue Xuan level Shen Yuan Qi!"

As the old man spoke, he pointed at the Guanyuan Ancestral Aperture in Fan Jian's Lower Dantian, and then a stream of true energy was generated from the Guanyuan Ancestral Aperture, running along the meridians of the whole body for a week, introduced into the Upper Dantian Niwan Palace, and then into the Middle Dantian Tanzhong Qi Sea. Return to lower Dantian and run for a week.

Fan Jian noticed that after a week of this Qi running, the violent sword Qi of the sword pill suddenly became much smaller. He immediately started running in circles according to the running route, and from time to time he lifted up to grab a handful of fried green beans and stuffed them into his mouth.

The old man smiled immediately when he saw this, sat aside and murmured.

"You can actually have such a strong recovery ability that you can withstand the first wave of damage from Jianwan! Yao Zhongjing has a good vision! I finally don't have to wander around anymore!"

As the old man said this, he jumped down from the Lingjiang Peak. Then he saw a flying sword rising into the sky. The old man stood on the flying sword and flew straight to the rooftop.

I don't know how long it took, but Fan Jian finally noticed that the sword pill in his body gradually began to subside, and stopped steadily in his lower dantian, motionless, as if a golden pill had formed in his lower dantian.

"What the hell? Am I already at the Golden Core stage?"

Fan Jian opened his eyes and looked around. It was already dark and quiet, and the stars were hanging in the sky.

The old man has long since disappeared.

"His grandma, although he has good intentions, he can't do this, right? He was almost killed by you!"

Fan Jian said, raising his hand and waving.

As soon as the sword pill moved, a burst of true energy grew from the lower Dantian, passed through the meridians of the right hand, and turned into a surge of sword energy. In an instant, the huge round stone was cut into two halves, and the top half slipped away. Going down the mountain peak, there was a sound of splashing water.

Fan Jian looked at his hand in amazement and walked to the round stone in disbelief. He saw that the cut surface of the round stone was as smooth as a mirror and was still reflecting the starlight in the sky.

"This...I..." Fan Jian was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Have I mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

"What is the Six Meridians Divine Sword? This is the first sword among the Eight Great Innate Swords, the Heavenly Sword Power!"

Fan Jian turned around and saw Elder Yao looking at him with a look of despair.

"What sword?"

Fan Jian asked doubtfully.

"The Eight Great Innate Swords!" Elder Yao sighed and sat on the stone bench and said.

"You haven't heard of this, you must have heard of the Hidden Sword Immortal?"

"Hidden Sword Immortal?" Fan Jian searched for this name in his mind and stood up in shock.

"The leader?"

The full name of the leader of the Qingmu Sect is Xiao Guizang, the most famous swordsman in the thirty-third level of spiritual cultivation, and one of the ten continental gods.

There is a saying among the spiritual cultivators that if you have three swords and four swords, one harp and one flute, you will be invincible in the world.

Among them, Guizang refers to the leader of Qingmu Sect, Xiao Guizang.

It is rumored that Xiao Guizang possesses the four magical powers of heaven and earth, and his cultivation has reached the realm of land gods more than a hundred years ago.

For more than a hundred years, he has been traveling around looking for disciples who can inherit his mantle.

Even in the world of spiritual cultivation, few people have seen him, and many people have even rumored that he has ascended to the upper world or has died.

Elder Yao said with a sad face.

"I'm so stupid! I knew you were so talented, but I still thought I could take you in as my personal disciple! I wasted my Beidou Huansheng Pill to win people's hearts. Do you know how precious that pill is? I can't even afford it even if I sell you!"

Fan Jian looked at Elder Yao speechlessly and said.

"You mean, the old man who gave me the sword pill is the headmaster? Why did he do that?"

"You don't understand? The Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords is his famous skill!" Elder Yao said sternly.

"Why else do you think I'm here?"

Fan Jian opened his mouth wide when he heard this and said in surprise.

"Yes! Why are you here?"

Elder Yao rolled his eyes, raised his hand and waved it, and a jade slip suddenly appeared in his hand and handed it over.

"He taught you the Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords, so of course he accepted you as his direct disciple! You are now my junior brother! This is the outline of the Qiantian Sword Style that the headmaster asked me to give you! You are so stupid! You are nothing!"

"Direct disciple? Junior brother?" Fan Jian sat on the stone bench in astonishment, unable to speak.

"I am the headmaster's disciple now?"

Elder Yao sighed and stood up and said.

"Alas! I don't know what I owed you in my previous life! You should study hard! The future of Qingmu Sect depends on you! Junior brother of the headmaster!"

Watching Elder Yao turn around and leave, Fan Jian couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What's going on?

Is it so rude?

You accepted me as the headmaster's disciple without asking me if I agree or not?

Then wouldn't I become Qingqing's elder?

Damn!

Fan Jian picked up the jade slip and calmed down to take in his consciousness.

He felt a sense of emptiness all around him, and the outline of the Qiantian Sword Style had already merged into his mind like a revelation.

"Qian represents the sky, and the sky is vigorous. A gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself. The sword of Qiantian is strong, upright, and everlasting."

"The sword moves are divided into six styles, a total of thirty-six moves."

"The first style..."