Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"Biwei clears the needle!"

Seeing Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, more than a dozen people suddenly realized that they were flying in mid-air surrounded by a wave of true energy.

It landed directly in the area where Fan Jian was.

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

Fan Jian counted and said.

"Oh, all of you are so interested, why don't you challenge me together? It's really gratifying, gratifying, congratulations!"

"I'll go to you!"

"Did we come in by ourselves? Didn't you pull us in?"

"Referee! Are we violating the rules? It is strongly recommended that we be disqualified!"

The referee was in a cold sweat.

Did you hear that this is human language?

How can there be such a thing?
Others would like to beat someone to rest for a long time in the ring, but he is lucky, not only does not rest, but also pulls so many people into the ring at once.

The referee scratched his head and said.

"so many people……"

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

"..."

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

"You are afraid of a hammer! He is alone, there are so many of you, beat him!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay and said doubtfully.

"Isn't this a group arena? Are group fights allowed?"

The referee covered his eyes and said.

"I can't see it anyway!"

"Do it! Brothers! Anyway, we won't get the first prize! Even if we are eliminated, we have to have a good time!"

"Give it up! I've been displeased with him for a long time! Don't rob me, I must beat him to death!"

But Fan Jian raised his hand and said.

"Wait a minute!"

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

"No, there are so many of them, if you want to play well, isn't fifteen minutes not enough? Or, change it to one hour!" Fan Jian said.

The referee was so angry that he threw away the record card in his hand and said:
You call me!Enough!Play cool!Hit until he knelt down and begged for mercy! "

In the auditorium, the disciples of the inner sect exploded.

These 30 people are all one-in-a-million existences, and their cultivation bases are all at the second level of foundation building. There is no suspense if these inner disciples really want to fight alone, but if they fight more than a dozen at a time, no matter how high the cultivation base is, they will have to hang up. color!

And you only get beaten but don't fight back?
Is that Fan Jian made of iron?
There is a man who uses a copper hammer as a weapon to strike sparks on him. Are you sure he is from the outer door?

Ling Ge's disciples were even more stunned. If they hadn't held their chins with their hands, they would have hit the heads of the people below.

Has this guy secretly learned Ling Ge's body training technique?
Or did Elder Tie hide his secrets and gave him the best body training technique?
Lou Changkong didn't dare to watch anymore, he silently pulled out his Xinghe Sword, pulled it out and took a look.

For a moment, he felt that even if the Xinghe sword hit Fan Jian's head, there would be a hole.

Originally, I just came here to observe and see how much this Brother Fan is capable of, but it made me lose my confidence!
Lou Changkong sighed, stood up and left immediately.

His mood was a little messed up, and he had to find a place to recuperate quickly.

On the elder stage, the other elders also paid attention to Fan Jian.

This surprised and delighted Elder Yao.

Needless to say, he was happy, who would not be happy that he would accept such a good apprentice in the future?
What was surprising was that Fan Jian didn't know when, and secretly practiced horizontal kung fu all over without telling him!

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.

"Horizontal kung fu training is nothing more than refining Qi internally and skin externally. We in Lingge are all dark, and our skin is as rough as iron sand. Isn't it just for physical training?"

"Look at that kid again. Although he is a little muscular, his whole body is tender and rosy. If he didn't know that they are really fighting with all their strength, I would suspect that they are playing fake matches!"

Elder Xiaoge Pavilion Laoyin covered his mouth and said in surprise
"Really! Such strong muscles, yet so smooth and delicate..."

Elder Yao said quickly.

"Elder Yin, you are already in the sixth grade, so you can't be concerned about children!"

Elder Yin curled his lips and said.

"Although my family is in the sixth year, I am not old and my heart is not old! Besides, I just accepted him as an apprentice, why can't I think about it? I just heard him whistle a little song when he was beaten!"

The lonely elder said in surprise.

"If he learns the Overlord Sword Art of my Sword Pavilion, wouldn't Jing Zhe be completely defenseless with a knife?"

Elder Shen, Jiange Pavilion, waved his hand and said.

"No, no, your Sword Pavilion's internal skills follow the domineering route. This Fan Jian is stable everywhere and has a gentle temperament. It is obviously more suitable for our Jiange's Three Thousand Sorrows skill, the Love Silk Sword Art!"

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

"You are all wrong! He has a wild and unrestrained personality, cheerful and uncontested, and he is the most suitable to learn from our Wine Pavilion's Great Drunken Immortal Art!"

"What! It is our Lingge's Qianjun body casting skill that suits him best! Double forging body, invincible in the world!"

"Hehe, if you all say that, then let us, Yuner Pavilion, come and grab a hand!"

Elder Yao wants to cry but has no tears.

Who would have thought that things would develop like this?

This bastard, let you show off your style, show off your limelight, don't you play too much in the limelight?

Now the elders of the ten pavilions are robbing him, what should we do?

At this moment, I saw another sudden change in the situation in the arena.

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

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

Seeing that Xia Ruhua was injured, the referee said immediately.

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

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

"No!"

Duan Wudi said with a sneer when he heard the words.

"Summer and winter melon, if you don't admit defeat, I will cut off a few pieces of your fat!"

Xia Ruhua gritted her teeth and looked at Duan Wudi, her mind was full of the scene where Yuan Qingshou and him forced her to make a cauldron two years ago!
"Even if I die! I won't admit defeat!"

Xia Ruhua said with a gloomy face.

"Cut! At the beginning, Mr. Yuan valued you so much, but you didn't know what to do. You thought that you would be able to cultivate with peace of mind if you became a fat man? How is it now? Are you hiding in the outer door?"

"Based on your physique, which one of the Ten Pavilions can take a fancy to you? Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you can go to the Ling Pavilion. Your fat body is perfect for working hard and forging iron! Hahahaha!"

Hearing Duan Wudi's ridicule, Xia Ruhua was suddenly furious, raised her sword and rushed towards Duan Wudi, raised her hand and stabbed with the sword.

However, Duan Wudi's long knife turned sideways, his feet accelerated suddenly, 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 struggling, Duan Wudi said with a sneer.

"Not surrendering yet? Then go die!"

As soon as the words fell, Duan Wudi kicked Xia Ruhua on the shoulder, immediately kicked her flying more than ten meters away, slipped across the boundary line between the two rings, and fell onto the ring where Fan Jian was.

Life and death are unknown!