Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"I'm afraid that they have already encountered the commander of Blood River!"

Fan Jian said with a sigh.

The pressure given to him by the commander of Blood River was no less than when he faced Tianwei back then.

As for the implementer of Tianwei, Fan Buwei, he also put a lot of pressure on Fan Jian.

But he himself said that his cultivation was suppressed because he came to the lower realms. He didn't know if it was true or not, but compared to the Tianwei at that time, it was indeed a world of difference.

"Then according to what Junior Brother Fan means, is to ask Qingmumen to shoulder the burden of protecting the Eight Realms of China?"

Elder Shen asked.

"no!"

Fan Jian shook his head and said:

"This matter is too difficult. It is absolutely impossible to do it with the Greenwood Gate alone. At least the entire spiritual cultivation world must be mobilized together!"

"This……"

Elder Xuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said:

"The world of spiritual cultivation is like a piece of loose sand. There are honest sects who may help, but most people are selfish. It is basically impossible for them to save mortals."

Elder Tie frowned and said:

"And it is impossible to notify them in a short time!"

Fan Jian smiled and said:
"I have a solution for this, Senior Brother Dugu, how is your Liuxu Sword Art going?"

Elder Dugu nodded and said:

"The operation of the eight meridians is already proficient, but it will take some time to reach the point where the true energy rises with the movement of a thought like Junior Brother Shen."

"That's enough!"

Fan Jian said with a smile:

"I can already guarantee that you won't be hurt too deeply by the thunder calamity. When the time comes, you can just focus on surviving the calamity. I'll use your sky tribulation phantom to make a live broadcast!"

The elders were shocked when they heard the words:
"Junior Brother Fan, what do you mean by saying that you can guarantee not to be harmed by Thunder Calamity?"

Fan Jian smiled, raised his hand, and saw a stream of water entangled in Fan Jian's hand. The water flowed like a snake in his hand, and dissipated into water vapor with a snap of his fingers.

"The Liuxu Sword Art seems to have a creative power. Under the operation of the eight meridians, matter can be controlled or created. I haven't studied it very deeply. At present, I only have control and partial creation."

Everyone watched Fan Jian's performance in astonishment, almost speechless.

There are also exercises that can create matter, such as the Daji Xiantian Eight Swords.

But that kind of creation is a simulated form, such as Kanshui Jianshi, which actually imitates the form and state of water flow with true energy, but it must not be used for drinking.

However, the water vapor condensed by Fan Jian's water veins is real water, and the water vapor is so solid that he can even drink it.

"This... creating things out of thin air...is not a means that can be achieved by spiritual cultivation?"

Elder Ji said in surprise.

Elder Shen frowned and thought about it, and when he raised his hand, a cloud of water vapor was also condensed, but the water vapor still seemed to be condensed with true energy.

Elder Shen shook his head, raised his hand to dispel his anger, and asked suspiciously:
"Junior Brother Fan, how did you do it?"

Fan Jian was stunned for a moment.

How did you do it?I don't know, I know that just now he thought he could do it as long as he learned it.

Thinking about it this way, it should also be a passive effect of the system.

Just like the Nine-Nine Divine Palace Steps, it is difficult for others to use the last disturbing step to affect the enemy, but as long as he reaches the disturbing step, every step has the effect of disturbing the mind.

Elder Dugu pondered for a moment and said:

"Since Junior Brother Fan is sure, there is no need to delay, shall we set off now?"

Fan Jian said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I need to prepare some things.

To bring all the mortals from the Middle Eight Realms to the Upper Seven Realms requires countless manpower, and also requires perfect planning.

At the same time, we must start to deploy defenses at the entrances from all walks of life. Our time is very tight, and all of these require manpower to go.

What I mean is to use the strength of the elders to seek help from various sects, especially the Shenji Sect.

As for those casual cultivators, I have a way to get them to contribute! "

Several elders nodded their heads and said:

"Then let's talk to them now! It's just that we can't be sure whether they will help!"

"Don't worry, I believe that no one can resist the temptation of exercises, pills, and heavenly weapons!"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

The elders were a little shocked when they heard this.

They had already guessed what Fan Jian was going to do.

At this time, Fan Jian's face was not only excited, but also excited...

All afternoon, Fan Jian was preparing things.

In his mustard seed bracelet, he prepared a dozen or so small medicine furnaces, and seven or eight magic weapons for casting furnaces. At the same time, some wine brewed from spirit fruits were also put into the brewing space of the system simultaneously.

After all this work, it was completely dark.

The green wooden gate at night was very quiet, the palace lantern polished by luminous fluorite gave off a faint light, occasionally a gust of mountain wind would blow on Fan Jianjian, and it would also make him a little chilly.

Looking at the silence all around, Fan Jian suddenly felt a strange sadness in his heart.

He himself couldn't tell where this feeling came from, maybe it was because he was pushed by fate, so he was a little bored, maybe it was just because he was too tired.

"What month is it?"

Fan Jian asked suddenly.

Ye Qingqing and Gu Shengren were by his side all the time, they were stunned when they suddenly heard him ask this question, Ye Qingqing spoke first:
"It's June."

Fan Jian nodded.

There are eighteen months in a year in the world of spiritual cultivation, and in two months, it will be the Chinese New Year.

If the hell monsters leave the hell world, then this new year is destined to not be lively.

"Brother Jian, eat something!"

Ye Qingqing took out the food box and said.

Fan Jian scratched Ye Qingqing's nose with a smile, opened the food box, and was stunned:
"Bazhen Chicken?"

I saw three lotus leaf bags side by side in the food box, and a scent came out from the lotus leaf bags.

Ye Qingqing smiled and said:

"Yes, I went to ask Master for it on purpose!"

Fan Jianqian laughed twice, took the hands of Ye Qingqing and Gu Shengren and said:
"Come on, let's go to Lingjiang Peak to eat!"

The three of them dodged, and when they reappeared, they had already reached the top of Lingjiang Peak.

"This is Ling Jiangfeng?"

Gu Shengren looked at the sea of ​​clouds that was still churning that night, and asked suspiciously:

"Where's Jiang?"

Fan Jian smiled and said:
"listen!"

Gu Shengren calmed down, and sure enough, under the turbulent sea of ​​clouds, a sound of water came.

"It's quite interesting!"

The aunt said with a smile.

Fan Jian smiled, walked to the side of the mountain and sat down on the big rock that he had cut in half with his sword energy, and said with a smile:

"When I first met Master, he was sitting here fishing and ate most of my Bazhen chicken."

As Fan Jian said, he turned his back to face the turbulent sea of ​​clouds, opened the lotus leaf bag of Bazhen chicken, tore off a chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth and said:
"Except for Elder Yao, the only elders in the sect who were looking at me at that time were only Master."

When Ye Qingqing and Gu Shengren heard this, their hearts sank.

At some point, they began to regard Fan Jian as someone who could do anything and was not afraid of anything.

But it wasn't until this moment that they realized that Fan Jian also had something to fear.