Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Early morning!

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the terrace at the top of the main peak of Qingmu Sect, the sect was already bustling with people.

At this time, 5,000 people had gathered on the outer sect's training ground.

Among them, 3,000 outer sect disciples were in the middle of the training ground, divided into 30 teams.

The 1,500 inner sect disciples sat in the audience seats.

Tomorrow is the inner sect assessment, and the inner sect disciples' observation can also give them a clear understanding of their own level.

After a round of Xuanwei drums, the elder Dugu of the Sword Pavilion hummed softly.

Suddenly, a shocking momentum surged out, sweeping across the entire training ground in an instant.

The field was suddenly silent.

"For the outer sect assessment, each group of 100 people will fight in a melee for half an hour. After the time is up, only one person can remain on the field, and he will be recorded as the champion of the group! If there are two or more people, they will be eliminated!"

"The last 30 people eliminated in each group will be qualified for the inner sect selection."

"The champion of each group will directly enter the inner sect without further selection, but the elders of the ten pavilions will need to choose which pavilion to enter."

"The champions of the 30 groups will compete in the ring to compete for the first place in the outer sect. The winners will be able to choose any of the ten inner sect pavilions to join and participate in tomorrow's inner sect assessment, competing with 1,500 disciples for this year's rewards!"

As Elder Dugu said this, he raised his hand and waved it, and a burst of sword energy flew past like a hurricane, and the center of the training ground was immediately divided into 30 areas.

Qingmu Gate was built on a flat mountain, and the scope of this training ground was three to five times larger than a stadium. Even if there were 30 duel areas, it still looked sparse.

"The game begins!"

As soon as the words fell, some disciples started fighting.

Everyone was holding weapons, some swords, some fists, some palms. Suddenly, the shouts of killing were heard and the Qi was scattered.

Fan Jian was speechless when he saw the people fighting in front of him.

This is a knockout match, not a points match. If you work so hard in the beginning, what will you do if you have no strength in the end?

More importantly, if you fight, why don't you fight me? If you don't fight me, how can I brush my small value!

Fan Jian didn't know that he broke through in public in the training ground yesterday. All the outer disciples regarded him as the first person. How could anyone dare to fight him?

Alas! A bunch of tactless people!

Fan Jian said, leaping forward and shouting.

"Stop!"

The referee of the inner sect scolded hurriedly.

"What are you doing? Don't interfere with the game!"

"I'm not interfering with the game. Isn't it good for me to let you finish this boring job quickly?"

Fan Jian patted his shoulder and said.

The referee said half-doubtfully.

"Huh? Don't interfere with the game!"

Fan Jian smiled and nodded, using his true energy and shouted.

"Stop it!"

Everyone looked at him immediately.

"You guys fight..."

Everyone fought again.

"..."

"Damn it! Didn't you hear me stop?"

Fan Jian stepped forward and punched and kicked everyone one by one. Some of them touched their heads, some touched their legs, and some triggered the flaw attack, covering their hearts and spitting blood, all looking at Fan Jian in amazement.

"Why are you so stupid? Why don't you beat me down first?" Fan Jian said.

"?!?"

Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, Fan Jian sighed again and said.

"You know what my cultivation level was before, right?"

"Fifth level of Qi Refining!"

"You know what my cultivation level was yesterday, right?"

"Divine Severing Realm!"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"Don't you want to know why?"

Everyone looked at each other and said, "Yes!"

Fan Jian smiled triumphantly, pointing one hand to the sky and the other to the ground.

"Because I'm a genius!"

"..."

"I can't help it! What if I want to beat him?"

"Don't be fooled! He's forcing us to beat him! We can't beat him anyway! Let him go!"

Fan Jian pointed at the man and said when he heard this.

"Don't make progress, just eat and wait for death! Get off!"

As he said that, he flashed in front of the man, bumped sideways, and immediately knocked him more than ten meters away, and he fell headfirst out of the field.

"I ask you! Are you angry that I have such an adventure?"

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.

Fan Jian said again: "I can stay one year longer than those who were eliminated last year. Are you angry?"

"Angry!"

Only two or three voices were heard sparsely.

Fan Jian smiled and said: "I will even soar into the sky. From now on, I will become the master of the inner door and shit and piss on your heads! Are you angry?"

"Angry!"

The crowd was excited, and some had already drawn their knives.

Fan Jian hurriedly said to the referee: "Please protect me!"

The referee gritted his teeth and said.

"I want to give you a knife!"

Fan Jian smiled and said: "Just be angry! Do you want me, a swan who is just about to soar into the sky, to be pressed to the ground and beaten by you?"

"Yes!"

Fan Jian said in a horse stance.

"Now is your chance! Hit me! Hit me with your best punches!"

"As long as you don't use weapons, you can hit me however you want! I won't fight back! Just let me vent my anger!"

Everyone looked at each other, and the brave one stepped forward and said.

"Are you really not going to fight back?"

"Real! More true than Chen Zhen!" Fan Jian said.

"As long as you don't use weapons, you can fight however you want! If you fight back, I am your grandson!"

The man stepped forward hesitantly and lightly stabbed Fan Jian with his fist.

Fan Jian was immediately furious.

"What are you doing? Is this called beating? Didn't you eat? Use harder! If you don't hit me, I will hit you!"

"Fuck! I can't bear it anymore! There's such a request! Beat him to death!"

"Look at my Nandou Hundred Fissure Fist!"

"Look at my Hokuto Mizutori Fist!"

"Are you two contrary to what you said? No matter what, watch my Wolf Fang Wind Fist!"

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"When attacked, the small damage value +25."

"When attacked, the small damage value +37."

"When attacked, the small damage value +51."

"Received..."

Seeing the crazy rising value, Fan Jian felt so happy.

Among these outer sect god cultivators, the highest cultivation level is only the second level of Foundation Establishment. The damage reduction of the Muscle Golden Wheel is always activated at full state, with 100% damage reduction. Who can beat him?

The audience at the inner gate were shocked when they saw this scene.

"Who is that person? What did he do that makes people angry? Ninety-eight people beat him up? Why don't you beat him into little cakes?"

"It's too cruel! This year's outer sect is too cruel!"

"If we fight like this, no one will be killed, right?"

Ye Qingqing looked at Fan Jian, who was squeezed into a ball of explosive hammers, with a worried expression on his face.

Yun Tianye and Lou Changkong looked at each other and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Lou, what do you think?"

"Brother Fan won't do such meaningless things! I guess he is practicing a kind of physical exercise!" Lou Changkong said thoughtfully.

Yun Tianye nodded and said.

"Yes, it's just as I thought! It seems that we will add him to the list of powerful enemies in advance!"