Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Above the Great Hall of the Green Wood Gate, there is only the sound of Hua Taishi sobbing in a low voice.

The ten elders all frowned.

Xiao Guizang faced the ranking of the previous masters without saying a word.

The atmosphere chills the gloom.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Yao finally couldn't hold back, and said in a deep voice.

"Taixu is my apprentice! He died unexpectedly, I must not just sit idly by! I will go find Yuan Changgong!"

"Old poison!" Elder Tie said in a deep voice.

"This is not your business alone!"

"Xuanyuanmen first killed the lecturer in my sect, and then attacked and killed the disciples in my sect one after another, what can be tolerated! This matter must be fought to the death! Otherwise, my Qingmu sect will definitely not even be able to raise my head in the world of spiritual cultivation !” Elder Ji said angrily.

Even Elder Yin, who always had a smile on his face, frowned and said.

"In my opinion, the most urgent thing to do is to notify all the disciples first, and form a group to guard against Xuanyuanmen's surprise attack and killing!"

Elder Dugu frowned, looked at Xiao Guizang, and said in a deep voice.

"Head……"

Only Xiao Guizang said with a slight sigh.

"It's okay to start a war! But Dugu Yifang and Shen Wuxin can't make a move! Besides, you can't kill their Nascent Soul, how long do you think the Qingmumen can hold on under such circumstances?"

"Why?" Elder Ji said in a deep voice.

"They ruined Minglong's Nascent Soul, and Taixu's Nascent Soul, why can't we destroy their Nascent Soul?"

"That's the rule!" Elder Shen said with a sigh.

"If the other party doesn't send out saints, we can't send out saints. As for Yuanying... people from Qingmumen are all over the upper seven realms, and they will inevitably be involved with people in Xuanyuanmen. It doesn't matter, for the Qingmumen, the style of the door will definitely be affected."

Elder Ji said with a sneer when he heard the words.

"The current situation is endless. Unless Fan Jian is handed over, it will never be good!"

"We were right again, why did we hand over Fan Jian!" Elder Yao said in a deep voice.

"Even if I have to hand it in, I don't know where he is!" Elder Yin said with a sigh.

Xiao Guizang said in a deep voice.

"Don't talk about it! It's impossible to hand over people! Even if Fan Jian is here, it's absolutely impossible! The Qingmumen are not afraid of death! If they want to come, they will fight!"

"We keep our minds and break up their bodies. If the Nascent Soul cannot be killed, we will imprison them! As for those who destroy our Nascent Soul, keep their Nascent Soul, and the spiritual world will judge them together!"

Upon hearing the words, Elder Dugu immediately stood up and said.

"Yes! I will call all the disciples outside the sect! Let's go to war!"

Backstage at the auction house.

The steward was preparing for the auction in the afternoon when he saw Mr. Jin from Iron Sword Gate still kneeling on the ground.

Almost two days had passed, and he knelt there without eating or drinking for two whole days.

Although the martial artist has always been strong and strong, his body can't take it after all if he kneels without sleeping or resting, eating or drinking.

There was no color on his face.

The steward said with a sigh.

"Young Master Jin, the Shangxian may not come today, so why do you keep kneeling by yourself?"

Young Master Jin opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a gust of wind. He turned his head and saw Fan Jian and Gu Shengren floating towards him.

Fan Jian looked at Mr. Jin in surprise and said.

"Are you still here? You really have perseverance!"

Young Master Jin quickly turned his head and kowtowed.

"I beg the gods to accept me as a disciple!"

Fan Jian thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

"You really want me to teach you?"

Young Master Jin nodded.

"Then you have to show your loyalty!" Fan Jian said, taking out an enhanced version of the burning marrow pill and said.

"This is a poison, if you eat it, I will accept you as a disciple!"

Seeing this, Gu Sheng was startled.

"This is……"

Fan Jian shook his head lightly, looked at Mr. Jin and said.

"How? Dare?"

Young Master Jin looked at the blue pill, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth without even thinking about it.

Suddenly, a burning pain spread all over his body.

Young Master Jin said while enduring the severe pain.

"Please accept me...as a disciple!"

Seeing that he was about to burn, Fan Jian immediately pulled him and said, dumbfounded.

"Follow my footsteps, you can't miss a step!"

When Mr. Jin heard this, he immediately followed Fan Jianjian with all his attention.

The heat of his body made him sweat all over his body, his blood seemed to be boiling, and large blisters appeared on his body.

Seeing this, Fan Jian said while leading him to walk the Jiujiu Temple.

"Open your mouth!"

Young Master Jin opened his mouth immediately, and Fan Jian flicked a healing medicine that he refined into his mouth.

After walking for more than two hours, the crimson on Young Master Jin's body gradually faded until the auction was about to start.

At this time, his whole body was black and dirty, but he felt refreshed in his body, and he already guessed that what he had taken was not some kind of poison.

Immediately said excitedly knelt on the ground.

"Thank you Master!"

The aunt said with a smile.

"This kid is not bad, he has perseverance, perseverance, and his talent is not bad. He is now at the third rank of Qi Refining!"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"The footwork I walked just now is called the Nine-Nine God Palace Step. You remember it clearly. If you practice hard, you will definitely achieve something! As for other exercises, I can't teach you anything, so you just be my registered disciple. Bar!"

Young Master Jin's face was a bit sour, but he still said.

"Thank you, Master, what is the name of our sect?"

Fan Jian thought for a while and said.

"You are my disciple, so you are considered to be from the Yunyu Sect!"

"Yunyumen..." Young Master Jin murmured.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Fan Jian had already entered the backstage of the auction house.

Aunt Saint asked suspiciously.

"Why did you give him that pill?"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"I don't know, it's just that he is so eager for a chance, so give him a chance!"

Aunt Saint nodded.

The auction ended soon, and the price of this marrow washing pill was 16 taels of gold.

The main reason is that he lost Young Master Jin's high price.

As for the buyer, it was still Monk Huiyuan.

After taking the money and leaving, the two went straight back to the village.

The life of the past few days made Fan Jian feel very comfortable.

That is a kind of comfort that is different from Qingmumen.

In the last half of the month at the Greenwood Gate, he was idle, but still for cultivation.

But here, besides teaching the children how to practice, he practiced the sword by himself every day. The time was very fulfilling, but also very practical.

In this way, nearly two months of easy life passed.

Fan Jian's cultivation has finally reached its limit.

The true energy of the five dantians has already overflowed, and the next step is to condense the golden core.

"Once the golden core is condensed, the rest of the true energy in the sea of ​​qi will return to the dantian where the golden core is located! Therefore, if you want to pass five golden cores, you can only gather five cores at the same time, without the slightest time gap!"

Hearing Gu Shengren's words, Fan Jian was a little nervous.

He quickly stuffed a handful of corn kernels into his mouth.

The fried green beans were finished.

Seeing Fan Jian's serious look, Gu Shengren said with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, let nature take its course, even if you condense two golden cores, you are still unparalleled in the world!"

"No!" Fan Jian said.

"Either five, or one, or two golden elixirs, then I'm not a dick!"