Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Elder Yao shrugged and said nothing.

Although he is very sure of Yuan Qingshou's strength, the other person is obviously much worse.

Unless the two of them attack Fan Jian together, there is basically no suspense for Fan Jian to advance.

"Game start!"

Hearing Elder Dugu's order, fierce battles started in the ten areas.

The difference from yesterday was that everyone was familiar with the battle this time. They were in the same room, and they didn't see each other when they looked up. There was obviously a lot more order in the fight.

Two-twos fight against each other, as soon as they are clicked, those who have no opponents will not forcefully join other people's battles.

The only exception is the Medicine Pavilion!

In Fan Jian's area, everyone is still hitting him.

It is true that the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion are not good at fighting, but that is also compared to the other nine pavilions, compared to the outer sects, they are indeed much stronger.

But Elder Tie looked more and more surprised, pointing at Fan Jian and said in surprise.

"No! This kid is different from yesterday!"

The rest of the elders also stood up and took a look.

I saw that although Fan Jian was still being beaten at this time, his whole body turned out to be the color of glass, reflecting the brilliance of the morning, looking like a shining golden statue.

"This is..." Elder Dugu said in surprise.

"Could it be the golden body of Wei Tuo of Shimen?"

"It's not like!" Elder Tie said in a deep voice.

"Wei Tuo's golden body is bronze! It looks like a relic body! But the relic body is silver light instead of golden light! Strange! Really strange!"

"Look, what is he going to do?" Elder Yin pointed to Fan Jian and said.

Fan Jian raised his hand and said.

"Stop first!"

The disciples immediately stopped.

Fan Jian walked to the edge of the area and said loudly.

"Okay! You guys hit me with long-distance exercises now!"

All the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and each concentrated their energy on hitting Fan Jianjian.

The glazed golden light on his body became more and more intense, and then a ray of light that seemed to have substance exploded from his body and scattered away.

In an instant, the opponent disciple in the next area was rushed tens of meters, fell to the ground and did not get up for a long time.

Nearly a hundred people were eliminated in one fell swoop!

Elder Ji stood up, pointed at Fan Jian angrily and said.

"This kid did it on purpose! What does it mean to run to the area of ​​our Yi Pavilion?"

Elder Yao said with a smile: "This kid is not bad, he knows to stay away from the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion!"

Fan Jian released a countershock, and immediately ran back to the center of the area and said.

"continue!"

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the battles in each pavilion have come to an end, and only the people in the medicine pavilion are left on the field.

"A quarter of an hour left!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately stood up and said.

"Are you going by yourself or shall I send you down?"

"Let's go by ourselves!"

The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion left the battle area muttering.

In the area of ​​the Medicine Pavilion, only Fan Jian and his first disciple Hua Taishi were left.

"The trials are over!"

"Sword Pavilion: Yun Tianye, Zhou Zhengyi."

"Jiange: Lou Changkong, Wang Zhaodi."

"Laughing Pavilion: Wen Ruoshui, Li Binger."

"Tiange: Yu Huaqing, Feng Tang."

"Yi Pavilion: Yuan Qingshou, Xi Rongrong."

"Medicine Pavilion: Fan Jian, Hua Taishi."

"Wine Pavilion: Bai Jiushi, Ye Qingqing."

"Lingge: Xu Yiyi, Niu Dabao."

"Fu Pavilion: If you say so, you will have three autumns."

"Yunge: Liu Yanxi, a mirage from Pingxian."

Elder Dugu nodded, stood up and said.

"Very good! You are all the elites of this class of the Aokimen! However, whether you can become the elite among the elites depends on the next battle!"

"In the knockout round, 20 people will play against each other, and the time limit is two quarters of an hour. The draw begins now!"

Elder Dugu waved his hand, and a pine tree branch was cut into twenty wooden sticks of the same thickness by him, and handed over to the referee.

The referees drew two by two, and the top twenty were divided into ten groups.

And Fan Jian's opponent is none other than Bai Jiushi, the eldest disciple of Jiuge!

Is this a good sign or a bad sign?

After some rest, the group battles began.

"Game start!"

I saw Bai Jiuxian holding a jug in his hand, and said drunkenly.

"Hey, Fan... little brother Fan, we are really... destined to meet thousands of miles away, but not to meet across the road."

"Yes, yes!" Fan Jian said dumbfounded.

"Would you like to drink... a sip?"

As Bai Jiushi said, she walked forward with drunken steps, and handed over to Fan Jian with the flagon.

Fan Jian subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but Bai Jiushi suddenly lowered his body, stepped forward, and put an elbow on Fan Jian's heart sideways.

"Han Zhongli, fall down and hug the altar!"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes, okay, isn't the so-called Eight Gates Drunken Immortal Fist the same as Drunken Fist?

Bai Jiushi was only at the fifth level of foundation building, so hitting him didn't hurt or itch at all.

And Bai Jiushi seemed to see this too, turned around and kicked on Fan Jianjian, took two steps back and said.

"Brother Fan's body is like dark iron, and his bones are like diamonds! It's just that although I can't hurt you, I can still win you!"

As Bai Jiushi said, she picked up the flagon and drank it all in one gulp, pouring the remaining half on her body, her whole body turned red immediately, as if she just came out of a sauna.

"A drunken horse falls a hundred paces away, but Fanjiang still sighs about his future!"

Seeing Bai Jiushi talking, she leapt up and got close to Fan Jianjian in an instant.

Fan Jian quickly reached out to grab it, but felt that his body was slippery, and he broke free in an instant, but he grabbed his wrist instead.

Before Fan Jian could react, Bai Jiushi turned around and immediately led Fan Jian around in a circle. With a wave of his hand, he threw Fan Jian down the stage.

"What a drunken step and throwing a horse!"

Elder Xu of Jiugege clapped his hands and applauded.

Elder Shen said with a smile.

"You don't hide your secrets, you have taught him both Yinzhong Eight Immortals Fist and Eight Drunken Immortals Fist!"

Elder Xu took a sip of wine from the jasper gourd on his waist and said.

"Bai Jiushi's brain is clearer after he's drunk than when he was awake. I only taught him a couple of moves last night!"

"This Fan Jian has practiced all over his body. Fighting with him may not hurt him even if his hand is interrupted! The only way is to throw him out with the Yinzhong Eight Immortals Fist! Isn't this effective?"

"Don't be too happy!" Elder Yin said with a charming smile.

"Although the effect is there, it's a pity it's not big!"

It turned out that the moment Bai Jiushi threw Fan Jian away, Fan Jian guessed what he was going to do, and quickly picked up the Biwei Qing needle and brought him up too. Within the area, there is no out of bounds.

"Brother Fan, there are two tricks!" Bai Jiushi said with a smile.

"But I still have tricks!"

As Bai Jiushi spoke, his feet moved, and his whole body flickered from left to right, as if he couldn't walk steadily after being drunk.

Seeing this, Fan Jian said with a smile.

"Coincidentally! I have another trick!"

I saw that Fan Jian's feet also started to move, fast and slow, walking for a while, jumping for a while, or turning around in a whirl, and walked with Bai Jiushi in the battle area.

"What is he doing?" Elder Tie asked suspiciously.

Elder Dugu frowned, and said in a deep voice, "It seems to be a very mysterious footwork!"

"footwork?"

Everyone was shocked again, this kid can still walk?