I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region.

Dongshan, which is worshipped by thousands of swordsmen, is like a huge bladeless sword, with the scabbard as the bottom, it is inserted upside down, but it still towers into the sky.

In the East Mountain, the sword intent is vertical and horizontal.

The singing was cadenced, as if someone was singing an opera, with high spirits.

Until the golden light scroll above the Nine Heavens converged, the domineering and extravagant Daoist voice finally disappeared, and the singing inside Dongshan also stopped.

"Baidai replaces my eight statues...

"Tsk tsk, after being depressed for so long, I finally got back some of the bohemian feeling I felt decades ago...

"I really miss it."

Wen Ting was wearing a costume, walking barefoot in the dark mountain, her tone full of nostalgia.

After a while, the low cry from the Sword Washing Pond in the distance attracted attention, Wen Ting listened carefully for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he walked quickly.

"Papa."

Stepping into the Sword Washing Pond with one foot, water splashes everywhere.

Found the source of the sobbing, it turned out to be a broken sword.

It stands to reason that the swords buried in the tomb are all swords without masters. The masters either fall or lose contact. Few soldiers with broken swords still maintain such a strong vitality after being abandoned.

But the broken sword in front of him was crying, and there were still water droplets on the sword.

I don't know if it was the water from the Sword Washing Pond that splashed up, or was it really the iron sword weeping, which is rare in thousands of years.

Wen Ting squatted down with a smile, looked at the trembling broken sword in front of him, stretched out his hand, and flicked it lightly.

"Buzz!"

Broken Sword struggled violently, unbearably humiliated.

Wen Ting mocked and said with a smile:

"Qingju na Qingju, why are you so stubborn?

"I asked you to find a new master, but you didn't listen, but now it's alright, they've come back, but you've been abandoned, and you may stay with me in this dark Dongshan for the rest of your life...

"Hahaha, funny, funny!"

"Woooooo!"

Broken Sword cried even more fiercely.

It really wanted to pull it out by itself and flew up to slash the human in front of it with a savage sword.

Naihe, if the swords in the Sword Washing Pond have no owner, they will never come out, and they will certainly not see the light.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Wen Ting tutted his mouth with a devilish smile on his face.

Seeing that Duanjian cried even harder, he took out a jade bottle and collected the water droplets from Duanjian's body drop by drop.

"Cry more, cry more...

"Jian Lei, this is rare in a thousand years! I don't collect much, you'd better cry harder for me."

Klang Keng Keng-

Broken Sword couldn't bear the humiliation, and a strong sword intent erupted. Even some of the rusted ancient swords in the Sword Washing Pond couldn't hold it, and they shattered one after another.

"Can this hurt me?"

Wen Ting was indifferent, letting the sword's edge raging, like a breeze blowing his face, only agitated the tips of his hair and clothes.

He stretched out his hand and bent his fingers, and slammed the broken sword again.

Immediately, Qing Ju "woo woo woo" again burst into tears.

Wen Ting laughed loudly, picking it up in a jade bottle while continuing to ridicule.

"Good cry, good cry!

"I see how long you and I have spent here... Denying the Lord? In your whole life, only the word 'crying' is left!

"Still waiting for the eight masters?

"Why don't you go to heaven!"

…

Zhongyu, an ordinary blacksmith shop.

Under the iron-cast "Cao's Blacksmith's Shop" plaque, a big man with a naked upper body and a unicorn arm wandered anxiously, but did not dare to make a sound.

But obviously, he waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting at the blacksmith shop.

"Not yet?

"There are still more than 30 pigs waiting in my pig farm. You asked me to come and get a knife within the specified time limit, but I have been waiting for people for so long. Will I still kill this pig?!"

After a sound.

The half-closed wooden door was opened, and the heat wave rushed towards his face. The big man couldn't help but took a few steps back, feeling his face reddened.

Soon, the heavy footsteps of "dong dong dong" sounded, and a little giant-like figure came out.

The big man is already tall enough.

He is eight feet long, and because he kills pigs all the year round, his upper body is even stronger as an ox.

But after the wooden door in front of him shook, the big man only felt that his head was black, and a little giant who could barely squeeze out from the inside appeared.

The little giant was carrying a pocket-sized knife in his hand, which he pinched with just two fingers.

When he walked out the door, his waist was straight, and he was more than three heads taller than the butcher, and the lateral area of ​​his body was as thick as a column, twice that of the butcher!

"Big brother, big brother..."

The big pig slaughtering man shrank his neck, rubbed his hands together, and his voice became weaker: "Is the knife ready? I'll carry the knife, you've worked hard~"

"Here." The little giant sounded angrily, not impatient, just handed out the pig-killing knife in his hand, and squeezed back into the cramped blacksmith shop without looking back.

"Weird."

The big pig slaughtering man murmured and waved his knife, feeling that the quality was really good, and at the same time he threw down the money and hurried away.

This "Cao's Blacksmith's Shop" is so famous in the neighborhood!

The iron wares cast by their father and son are really top-notch. The quality is unremarkable, and the money is very cheap.

The only weird thing is...

The father and son are not good at words, and they both look like giants, they don't look like mortals.

I heard that some time ago, there were people who saw Cao Erzhu, the little giant just now, coming back from Qingyuan Mountain, fighting back with an ox and a tiger.

I also heard that someone saw the battle scene...

It's the kind that is extremely brutal, one punch and one blow, the skull is knocked out, it sounds very **** and emotional.

This kind of person definitely doesn't need a knife to kill a pig, just tear it by hand.

Inside the blacksmith shop.

Cao Erzhu walked back to the front of the bellows, picked up a special big hammer, and while bombarded, he couldn't help but reminisce about the vision that he had just delayed his return of the knife.

"Baidai replaces my eight masters, and I will summon the divine light with my order...

"It's really **** literate, unlike me, who only babbles like a child.

"Well... This person is the Eighth Uncle that Dad said?"

The little giant has two eyeballs sandwiched between the horizontal flesh on his face, and the eyes are full of longing.

Twenty-six years old, at the age of vigorous blood.

Who wouldn't be overwhelmed when they saw the holy miracle just now, and yearned for it?

Cao Erzhu recalled his life.

My mother died in childbirth, my sister was fed up with my father's temper, and ran away from home.

Sometimes, he was really fed up with this mortal life.

Obviously he is also very strong, but he can't use any ability, he is like a waste.

He also wanted to get out of the blacksmith shop, step into the mysterious realm, and fight with those immortal spirit refiners, but his father had always only allowed himself to fight with wild **** and never allowed himself to step into the spirit refining world.

"Baidai replaced me with the eight masters..."

Cao Erzhu was bombarding the iron embryo while reciting these words, his blood suddenly surged, and the seven orifices spurted hot air, only to feel an inexplicable force appearing, which made him feel rebellious.

"Dad!"

He turned back, his hands kept moving, but he shouted and looked at the backyard that was closed to the top and couldn't see the sun.

In the dark backyard, blue lightning flashed occasionally, outlining the outline of a more burly giant.

The giant was also topless, and he still wore a big cloak in this small blacksmith shop that looked like the inside of a volcano.

He was carrying a huge wine barrel in his hand, and just like a big stone pier, it filled the entire backyard space.

The lightning flashes, the lighting time, the muscles of his forearm can be vaguely seen, and the knot is so large that it can top the three heads of the man who took the knife and killed the pig!

"Hiccup—"

Heavy wine burps, accompanied by strong alcohol smell, and a nasal "um", responded to Cao Erzhu's call, and also pointed out that Dad is still awake now.

Cao Erzhu took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Father!

"I am proficient in Punishment and Punishment, I have also mastered the six transformations of the Spiritual Mind, and I have also learned the last and twelfth levels of your 'Gentleman's Hammering Technique'. The body of the throne cannot be upgraded any more. , there is also the spiritual realm, and I am also in the Taoist realm..."

"Hiccup!" A wine hiccup interrupted Cao Erzhu's spellcasting, followed by a drowsy, raving, but thunderous voice, "Say... the point, hiccup!"

Cao Erzhu shuddered and said weakly, "Father, I, I want to go out."

"Where are you going?"

"Go out, go out the door."

"How far?"

"It's quite, quite far."

"How long will you be back?"

"No, I don't know..."

A bang.

The blacksmith shop exploded like a dull thunder, followed by two lightning bolts staggered and plundered: "Erzhu, what are you talking about?"

Cao Erzhu didn't dare to meet his father's gaze at all. He turned his head and tapped the iron block. Thinking of the arrogance of "Baidai replaces me with the eight masters", he said forcefully, "I actually want to go to the outside world... Take a look at it~"

"You're gone, who will take care of me?" In the darkness, a thick and thunderous voice sounded again.

Cao Erzhu stopped beating and scratched his head with the big hammer that was pounding red. His eyes became more confused: "It seems like huh..."

"Hiccup!"

Another heavy drinking burp, the backyard giant gurgles after drinking the barrel, then threw it away, wiped his mouth and sobered up a lot, saying:

"It's too dangerous outside. Have you been deceived by your eighth uncle? He just said that he was deceiving a child like you to die."

"How old are you? Even if you have mastered what you just said, do you know how dangerous the spirit refining world is outside?"

Cao Erzhu shrank his neck, his eyes full of curiosity: "How dangerous is it?"

The backyard giant sighed, but this time he didn't scold him, but said earnestly:

"Your eighth uncle was innately capable of fighting the grandmaster, and Taixu was able to fight the holy emperor, but he was still beaten down for decades. How dangerous do you think it is outside?

"The world of refining spirits is full of geniuses like your eighth uncle! And your eighth uncle, you couldn't beat me back then!

"Can you beat me? If not, will you go out to deliver food?"

Cao Erzhu was obedient.

He couldn't even beat Dad with one hand, so how could he beat those geniuses outside?

Hearing the rumors, he seems to be a genius like Uncle Eighth, not so many, right?

The backyard giant in the cloak seemed to know what his baby was thinking, and he snorted like thunder, causing the ceiling to roll with smoke and dust:

"What's the use of listening to the **** of your neighbors?

"Your father and I are from the same era as your eighth uncle. You don't listen to me, but listen to legends?"

Cao Erzhu was ashamed, what my father said was very reasonable and very cultural.

The backyard giant seemed to have completely dispelled the idea of ​​his baby running away from home. After a while, he asked, "Have you mastered the profound meaning of the Thunder System?"

"Also, it's still a little bit." Cao Erzhu blushed in shame and shame.

"Humph! You don't even have a grasp of the profound meaning, so you still want to go out and hang out?"

Dad's sarcasm is still as direct as ever:

"The outside world is full of profound meanings! Lao Tzu can easily give you an example of the Eight Reverends and Yumo. Do you think about how scary those people are?

"Geniuses are all over the place, are you going out to hang?

"You don't even have a grasp of the profound meaning. How dare you mention that you want to go out? I don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Cao Erzhu had tears in his eyes when he heard this, and finally dispelled the ridiculous thoughts in his heart. The spirit refining world is really scary.

"I see…"

"Don't think about it when you go out, I have no more wine, go to the wine cellar to get wine."

"Oh, okay."

Watching his little baby go to the basement, Cao Yihan fell into deep thought.

"Baidai replaces my eight statues...

"Oh, crazy enough! Is this announcing that you are coming back?"

Turned over, trying to stand up.

But as soon as his body moved, the sea of ​​​​qi blew up like a thunderbolt, and he was about to wake up.

The surging power poured out from the limbs and bones, as if to break through the layers of shackles...

"Fuck!"

Cao Yihan scolded angrily and returned to half-lying down.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he tore off the iron ring around his neck. There were nine tokens hanging on the iron ring, each with the word "forbidden" written on it.

As soon as the hand is gripped, it will be crushed and let out.

But in the end, Cao Yihan endured it.

"Nine of the **** bans on martial arts can't hold down the semi-holy realm, Dao Qionggong, you are a waste!" The backyard giant pointed at the ceiling and cursed:

"Saobao old man, if I don't move, then bring the wine!"

…

at the same time.

Because of a volume of the golden edict of the Holy Emperor, and because of the sentence "A hundred generations change my eight respects".

Almost all the people of the previous era have heard this statement:

"I am back!"

This time, it was no longer just talking to the Holy Spirit Temple, nor was it just a vague figure, standing behind the battle of the saints, being the mastermind behind the scenes.

Instead, it was grand and grand. The eight saints and slaves were familiar with the five regions of the whole continent and solemnly declared:

"I am back!"

If it is said that the last sound of the Yunlun Mountain Range Holy Power Puffing Treasure brought the world a disillusioned bubble-like image, many people thought but did not dare to confirm whether the Eight Zuns really had recovered from the fallen state.

Then this time, when the Holy Emperor's golden edict came out, no one would believe it!

The sword cultivators in the Eastern Region were revelling, while the Half-Saints in the Five Regions trembled...

The creator, Ba Zunyi himself, was above Guyin Cliff. After the announcement, he lost the protection of the Holy Emperor's power. If the meteor fell, it would smash straight back.

"Unfortunate."

One second before, the water ghost was still immersed in the spirit and artistic conception created by the eight masters. The next second, he looked at the "Old Eight Sword Immortals" who had no image, and his mouth was crooked.

Too weak!

With a raised hand, the water flow caught the powerless Ba Zungan, preventing this guy from being smashed into pieces of meat and dying, the water ghost sighed deeply.

"Water, water..."

Ba Zunge seemed to be drained, and when he got up, his voice was so weak that he had no strength.

Cen Qiaofu covered his face and handed over the jug, without saying a word, as if he had no face to face the current state of the edict of the Holy Emperor Jin Zhao.

"Grumble~"

Ba Zun Jian took several sips of medicinal wine before he felt his weak body and regained some strength. He finally stopped looking like a soft-footed shrimp.

"Rumble..."

There was an explosion in the air.

Ba Zunyan raised his eyes, UU reading www.uukanshu.com The city of the sky, which fell from the sky, was falling towards this direction.

The ancient city was falling so fast, it was estimated that it would take less than half a stick of incense to kill everyone here.

"Accept the Internet cafe."

The eight masters turned their eyes and looked at the water ghost.

"you you you…"

Before the water ghost moved, an out of place voice appeared from the side.

Ba Zun was stunned and looked sideways.

But seeing a one-armed lame old man who was beaten back to his original shape by the breath of the Holy Emperor, his face was flushed with excitement at this time.

He ate all his fingers into his mouth, clamped his feet together, and kept jumping up and down, like a little girl.

Seeing the idol, the old man's old eyes were even bigger like bright light bulbs, sizzling with frenzied light, and white gas began to come out of his scalp.

"You, you..." Xiu Yuanke was so excited that he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"?" Eight Zunchen raised his brows.

"I, I, I..." Xiu Yuanke almost fainted on the spot.

"…"

Ba Zunjun took a long breath, then took a deep look at the stranger, then turned to look at Cenchov and the water ghost.

"Who is this stuttering?"

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