Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Fan Jian saw that the sword energy was coming fiercely, and with a thought, Kundi's sword energy gathered around his body.

But he was still knocked to the ground by the sword energy, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Grass! Wasted waste!"

Fan Jian stood up while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and took a sip of wine.

Gu Bufan sneered, and immediately flew towards December Hualun.

But when he heard the sound of a zither next to his ear, a feeling of irritability and depression came to his heart.

His actions were also stagnant, and the next moment, he saw two sword qi of water and fire coming towards him.

Gu Bufan gritted his teeth, drew back to dodge again, and threw a sword energy at Bi Luo Qingxia with his backhand.

Seeing this, Ye Wuya waved his hand, and a Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of Bi Luo Qingxia, blocking the sword energy.

But Biluo Qingxia looked at Ye Wuya coldly and said:
"I want you to mind your own business!"

As he said that, he played a few sound waves towards Gu Bufan again.

Meng Sanqian and Bai Shouren, who were laughing at the side, fought from top to bottom, from front to back, but they never looked directly at December Hualun.

Xiang Yingqiong and Guigu Gudeng also took out various magic weapons and fought non-stop.

Fan Jian felt sick to his stomach.

He was really about to throw up.

What is this fight!

Among all the people present, Xiao Guizang was the only one who could get along with Gu Bufan [-]-[-], and the others were far behind.

Bi Luo Qingxia may be a little level, but she has more than enough control and insufficient output.

Ye Wuya didn't know the reason, and he was still unwilling to enlarge his moves.

Elder Shen has just been promoted to a land immortal, and his skills and moves may not lose too much, but his background is too poor.

But Xiao Guizang, the only one who can fight against Gu Bufan, has no weapons at hand.

The two swords condensed with zhenqi are only at the level of the earth-level middle-grade, and they have no real body. If they are really hand-to-hand, they may be cut off by Gu Bufan's sharp fingers.

Even if other people come up to help, it's better to get rid of Gu Bufan first!

In fact, although Fan Jian had a good idea, the people present were all land gods, top figures in the world of spiritual cultivation.

But if you really want them to put down their bodies and besiege a person, it's no different from admitting defeat directly.

Judging from the current situation, Xiao Guizang and Elder Shen are fighting for Qingmumen and Xiao Guizang.

As for Biluo Qingxia, it was to vent her anger, and as for Ye Wuya, he was purely to make up for his previous mistakes.

The more Fan Jian looked at it, the more upset he became, and he immediately drew out his startling sword and said:
"Old man, take the sword!"

I saw Jing Ji flying to Xiao Guizang's side.

Xiao Guizang was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and picked up the sword and said:
"Good apprentice! Master will use this sword to show us this today!"

After the true spirit of the weapon recognizes its owner, if others use it again, the compatibility will be greatly reduced.

But Jingji is different!
Its true spirit and Fan Jian's heart and nature are interlinked, as long as Fan Jian says a word, it would be a death for anyone to use it.

Seeing Xiao Guizang holding Jingji in his hand, his momentum changed drastically.

Raising his hand and turning it over, a sword energy mixed with sword flowers stabbed towards Gu Bufan.

Seeing this, Gu Bufan's heart trembled, he raised his hand to block it with a sword, jumped down, raised his sword finger, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Primeval sword art, distinguish between voicing and turbidity!"

With a wave of the sword body, two sword qi surged out, one deep and one shallow.

Xiao Guizang also did not hesitate, Daji Xiantian Eight Swords, Fenglei and Two Swords were raised immediately.

The four sword energies competed in different courts, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed, entangled and bitten, all of which were sent to the December Hualun with bursts of energy.

Fan Jian glanced at Mu Chuyi and saw that her face was calm without any disturbance, so he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

He faintly sensed that this woman's purpose was not just to find the owner of Muyue Pavilion.

If this is really the case, why doesn't the pavilion master choose someone who is more knowledgeable in this area, such as a spiritual practitioner who refines tools and refines alchemy?

Strong strength does not mean that it can solve the problem of people in Muyue Pavilion turning into half-beast bodies.

What's more, can this person really make the fairy December Hualun recognize its owner?

In other words, the fairy artifact is really so superficial, who will force it to be the master?

Just when he was wondering, Mu Chu turned his head to look at Fan Jian, and smiled at him.

Fan Jian sighed.

Even after coming for so long, it was still difficult for him to use the three views of the spiritual world to think about problems.

As a result, many things are a little late, and this is the current situation.

Even if he could guess that there was a problem with Mu Chuyi, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Immediately, he could only smile back at Mu Chuyi.

At this time, the sky was getting a little dizzy, and Fan Jian realized that it had been more than half a day for everyone to enter the secret realm.

As the weather turned dark, the cold wind suddenly became more raging, and the strong wind mixed with blizzard kept falling.

However, they were swirled and danced in mid-air by the sword energy of the people, like a sky shrouded in the square.

Fan Jian jumped back to Gu Shengren's side, adding a burst of anger to her.

Disciples from other sects around them also took out their long coats and put them on their bodies.

Fan Jian happened to see Wu Sheng, and his heart was shocked immediately, and he stepped forward and asked:

"Master Wusheng, did Jingfan say that your Buddhist scriptures recorded the matter of Yuyue Pavilion?"

Wusheng nodded and said:

"Yes, it's just a short story in the Buddhist scriptures, which is used to explain the Buddhist principles. This verse is the Buddha Sakyamuni explaining to his disciples the most powerful things in the world.

They will all become downcast because of a single thought, warning practitioners should think twice before acting, and don't lose your heart. "

Fan Jian rolled his eyes and said:

"I didn't ask this, I just wanted to ask you, did this Buddhist scripture mention the ending of Yuyue Pavilion?"

Wu Sheng frowned when he heard this, thought for a moment and said:

"That's not true. At the end of the Buddhist scriptures, it only says that Muyue Pavilion has become the abandoned place of the Buddha."

Fan Jian sighed immediately when he heard the words.

Abandoned place of Buddha...

"Wait!" Fan Jian said in shock.

"In other words, this place was originally the site of Sakyamuni Buddha?"

Wusheng thought for a while and said:
"probably."

Fan Jian frowned, but now it is in the hands of the so-called Qingting!
If Qingting is the true immortal who is in charge of the Heavenly Tribulation, then this Muyue Pavilion secret realm landed in the 33rd Realm at the request of Qingting.

The purpose of Mu Chuyi, the owner of Muyue Pavilion, is to find someone who can cure the half-beast symptoms of everyone in Muyue Pavilion, and Fan Buwei is to seek revenge from Fan Jian.

So what is the purpose of Qingting?
Fan Jian felt that he was a little upset, and he never wanted to get involved in things that used his brain.

But these things entangled him like a gangrene, making him have to think about it.

Just as I was thinking, I heard a rumbling sound and looked up.

Xiao Guizang and Gu Bufan flew upside down at the same time, each of them vomited a mouthful of blood, it seemed that they fought each other, and both were seriously injured.

Unlike Xiao Guizang, Gu Bufan was always protected by Kun's sword, so his injuries were heavier than Xiao Guizang's.

At this moment, his face was as white as paper, leaning on the sword with one hand bent over, panting heavily.

Fan Jian snorted coldly, and was about to say that he deserved it, when he saw a red figure suddenly rushed out beside him, shouting angrily:
"Gu Bufan! Give back my mother's life!"