I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

At the gate of the Linggong, Ye Xiaotian threw himself on the ground and coughed up blood.

He couldn't believe it, forget about the masked man, how could this old man who came out of nowhere be so powerful?

A pole can smash even space, is this kidding me?

Cen Qiaofu squatted on the tree stump and played chess with Xiao Qixiu, hitting the white-haired Daoist boy on the ground with his crutches from time to time, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, you have tried several times, are you still here?"

Xiao Qixiu frowned wildly when he saw it, playing chess was not his intention, but he couldn't stand the old man's various threats!

If he didn't act, the three gray-haired guys lying on the ground might not really be able to get up.

"By the way, the boy in the back, have you brewed it? If you have any tricks, release it quickly. The old man waited until the tea was cold."

Cen Qiaofu looked at Housewarming, who was standing at the back, who had been sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Well, the tea set is also homemade.

Qiao Qian was stunned. He didn't expect that his concealed actions would be discovered?

But it takes time to activate the large formation. Even if he is the grand master of the spiritual formation, if he wants to activate such a powerful formation, it can save time, but it is impossible to do it instantly!

"Hee hop hee hop..."

He touched his head in embarrassment, "Senior, have you noticed?"

"Pfft!" Cen Qiaofu sprayed a sip of tea directly on Xiao Qixiu's face, this laughter...

He handed over a tissue apologetically, and said, "To tell you the truth, when I lived in seclusion in the mountains, I also played spirit arrays, so I can barely be considered a great master!"

Click!

Everyone is stunned now!

Ye Xiaotian flung himself on the ground as if he had lost all strength, not even his soul.

The final blow of high hopes, is it stillborn before it appears...

Everyone was silent, and the air was eerily still.

Cenchov waved his hand indifferently, and said casually: "It's just something to pass the time. I also practice alchemy, but my level is not as good as that of a little guy in my family.

I dare not say it out of shame. "

"Spiritual array, it should be okay..."

He looked at Qiaoqianzhi and decided: "Eight Prisoners?"

The tone was questionable, but everyone could see the confident look on his face.

Slap!

The array plate in Qiaoqian's hand fell to the ground, with horror on his face.

This old man, no kidding... Is he really a grand master?

The old man settled down, and praised: "Sure, I didn't expect that kid Dao Qiongcang's 'Heavenly Secret Art', you have also studied it, it is really awesome for young people!"

Qiaoqian's complexion was pale, and he even said "Tianjishu", which is really conclusive.

All kinds of means are forced, so who can solve this predicament?

There was only one old man from the "Holy Slave", which really held back the five thrones of Tiansang Linggong!

"And you?"

Cenqiaofu looked at Jiangbian Yan on one side, and asked directly, "What method are you going to use?"

Jiang Bianyan looked bitter, and said submissively: "Senior, you were joking..."

At this moment, he only hated himself for why he came here alone. If the old man had murderous intentions, he might not even be able to bring his life back!

Holy Slave, you can no longer stock them...

The news of Cenchov's joining the "Holy Slave" must be passed on to the headquarters immediately. The result of over-indulging in these years is the problem of breeding tigers!

Xiao Qixiu played chess calmly, and now only this tempting and patient swordsman has the strength to play chess.

Since the last time he played against the masked man, he knew that it was predictable that any strong man would appear in the "Holy Slave".

Take it easy, nothing to be surprised about!

Keng——

At this moment, a penetrating sword cry resounded through the nine heavens, and the sword on Xiao Qixiu's back suddenly came out of its sheath, as if pointing something.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect?"

This time even Cenqiaofu was startled, the sword intent of the master level cannot be realized casually, and he saw one within less than a day as a guest in the Spirit Palace?

Xiao Qixiu's pupils were even more shocked.

There are really not many innate sword intents in the spiritual palace, and even fewer have the chance to break through to the master level.

Even Su Qianqian will have to settle down for a while, unless...

"Um?"

With a bang, Xiao Qixiu stood up in shock and knocked over the chessboard.

"Su Qianqian?!"

He suddenly bent down to support the stump, his eyes widened, and hissed: "The masked man went to find the famous sword?!"

Cenchov stared at the broken chess pieces on the ground in a daze, a trick before losing the game?

"Isn't that obvious?"

He looked up at the man in front of him, not understanding why this guy was so well behaved, why he was angry.

Xiao Qixiu was so anxious that he turned around and flew away, which angered Cen Qiaofu.

"Forget what the old man said, don't you? I don't like melon seeds, so I can't sit down and drink tea?"

He slapped the tree stump, and the black and white chess pieces flew up all over the floor, and then flicked with his fingers, several scattered rays of light flew out of thin air.

But Xiao Qixiu, who was flying away, didn't even turn his head. The long sword was blocked back, and he was beaten until he spat out blood amidst the clanging sound, but he still flew far away.

Tzenchov frowned, and flicked again.

Whoosh!

More chess pieces flew away, even though the two of them had a very long distance, they still shot through Xiao Qixiu's body, whose condition was declining.

"So hard?"

"for what?"

Cenchov was surprised. Reversi, which contains great power, is not easy to enjoy. If it is not cleaned up in time, it may affect the foundation of this guy.

However, the mission was in his hands, and he couldn't let this person go, so he picked up the pole, grabbed him in an instant, and swept it down with a stick.

Xiao Qixiu showed no reluctance to fight, and exposed his back naked.

Cenchov finally had a strange look in his eyes, but he still waved his hand down mercilessly.

boom!

With a blast, crystal clear space fragments exploded, Ye Xiaotian inserted his hand into the sky, and broke out a sky again.

He was the one who helped Xiao Qixiu block the blow just now!

Boom boom boom...

The eight heavenly pillars fell from the sky at the right time, locking Cenchov inside.

The two elders reappeared, their eyes full of fighting spirit, "I'm old, let's fight!"

In the distance, Jiang Bianyan sighed, he didn't expect that the people in the spiritual palace said that it was just now, and now he couldn't hide.

"Let's fight!"

With Ye Xiaotian's order, the "Eight Prisoner's Pillar" was instantly thundered, and the space was shattered.

Cenqiaofu didn't intend to receive the charged blow of the great master of the spiritual formation no matter how hard he tried, but when he wanted to move, he found that the space was actually imprisoned.

It's hard to guard against!

boom!

A shocking explosion almost suppressed the night sky, and even directly blasted half of the mountain range into dust.

The large formation of the Spirit Palace was too close together, and it was shattered under the impact, revealing bits and pieces of the night inside.

Almost at the same time, all the disciples in the inner and outer courts covered their ears, and those with low cultivation bases were directly bombarded with tinnitus.

Fortunately, the formation protected everyone, and there were not many casualties among our own people.

Jiang Bianyan looked at Qiao Qianzhi in shock, and couldn't believe that this blast was made by him. If he was trapped in it, he could get out safely?

When the dust and mist clouds dispersed, everyone felt hopeful...

Did you make it?

"Ahem!"

A cough made several hearts cool down.

Cenchov raised his eyebrows, his face was covered with blood, he had changed his clothes, and he couldn't see the injuries inside.

But the blood dripping from the fingertips indicated that the blow would definitely be uncomfortable.

"The younger generation is fearful, the younger generation is fearful..."

The shoulder pole had been blown up, the old man pulled out the small iron ax from his waist, and looked at Qiao Qian with admiration in his eyes.

"You are very good!"

He twisted his wrist joints, pushed back the misplaced bones, and said in a concentrated voice: "It seems that the old man is going to exert strength!"

The corners of Qiaoqianzhi's mouth twitched twice, and he found that his back was slightly chilled.

He looked behind and clenched his fists secretly.

"Old Xiao, come on, people have already held you back, the rest..."

Will there be masked people on the other side?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Qianqian felt a pain in his throat, both ends were difficult people, how to beat them?

But his eyes were determined but he never flinched, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.

"If it's my apprentice, I'll do my best!"