Fantasy: My skills are all passive

These old gangsters like to play this trick?
First coax and then lie, and then come to a bully to forcefully teach skills?

After eating one sword pill, he almost killed himself, and now there are four more relics?

Fan Jian quickly checked his body.

It was seen that after the relic was integrated into the body, it did not exist in a solid form, but turned into a burst of energy similar to true energy, which flowed through the limbs and bones.

But this energy is not under Fan Jian's control, it wanders aimlessly in his body, just like walking.

However, there is no harm so far, on the contrary, the place where it flows is warm.

After watching for a long time, he didn't see anything, so Fan Jian withdrew from the internal view.

"Let's run away quickly! This old monk's Buddha's light is obviously to inform other monks! When I come in a while, I will be the head of the house!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian quickly pulled out his shock and jumped.

I felt the weird energy in my body move suddenly, faster than true energy, and it poured into my legs in an instant.

Losing the infusion of true energy, Fan Jian suddenly fell from the shock.

I make up!

Fan Jian looked at his body in shock and anger. At this moment, the energy continued to disperse and wander in his body as if nothing had happened.

Fan Jian swallowed suddenly.

Pretend to fly as if to mobilize the true energy.

The energy instantly poured into the meridians of the legs like a wild horse, completely blocking the flow of true energy.

"I get together!"

Fan Jian couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted loudly. For a while, the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests flew away in fright, and his echoes filled the mountains and plains.

"You dog monk! What the hell did you do in my body!"

Fan Jian almost cried.

Shouldn't...

With a thought in his mind, Fan Jian lifted the Jingji Sword and performed the Liuxu Sword Art.

really!The zhenqi flew again, not only blocked the zhenqi of Liuxu Sword Art, but also occupied the entire meridian, blocking the dantian to death.

"Hehe..." The muscles on Fan Jian's face pulled the corners of his mouth and twitched, with a sneer grinning.

"Am I a useless person? How the hell am I a useless person again?"

"I'll do it!"

Fan Jian was furious immediately, raised the Jingji sword and swung it to chop.

But seeing that strange energy transported to the arm, the sword body swayed, and suddenly a strong Buddha's light condensed on the sword body, and then turned into a ray of light and shot out.

The light was hitting the mountain wall, and after a muffled sound, a hole the size of a fist appeared on the mountain wall.

Fan Jian looked at the mountain wall in astonishment. When he walked over to take a look, he saw the hole was unknown how deep it was, but when he put his hand over it, he could clearly feel a gust of air.

"Break through?"

Fan Jian was shocked.

When I floated over just now, I saw the size of the mountain. At the height of Fan Jian's station, the diameter of the mountain is [-] miles, which is not too much!
Fan Jian took a deep breath, put away the Jingji sword, raised his fists, and tried to condense his hands with his true energy.

Sure enough, the energy occupied the meridians first.

Fan Jian smashed his fist on the mountain wall.

A burst of fierce Gang Qi surged out, and the punch was so powerful that it went straight into the mountain wall through Fan Jian's hands.

Seeing that half of the mountain peak, the nearly [-]-foot-high mountain wall suddenly shattered completely, and the gravel like a waterfall peeled off from the mountain wall, revealing the brand new stone layer inside.

This flimsy punch actually smashed down a layer of nearly [-] centimeters from the mountain wall that was [-] meters square!
Fan Jian stared in astonishment at the intact, golden fist, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

What the hell is this called?

After obtaining such a strong power, everyone should be happy, but why can't I be happy at all?
What about the Aokimen's technique?
What about Ram's mind?
What if I can't fly anymore?
From Zhuluo Sakya Realm to Wusi Jiangyou Realm, it takes about ten days to fly, and there are hundreds of thousands of miles of smooth cliffs in the middle. Now I can't fly, can I walk on two feet?
Didn't he really become a fake monk?

Fan Jian could already imagine how desolate he was walking alone on the mountain road with a cane in his hand and a beard!

Learn from the west?What kind of monk have I become?

"No! I don't want this stupid energy! Get out of my body!"

Fan Jian roared and waved his fists, hitting the ground one after another.

Seeing that energy pouring in, the hard ground under his feet began to crack, and the vibration like a mountain avalanche and ground crack spread across most of the mountain.

The surrounding trees were crooked and toppled, and even uprooted by the punch, shaking like beer bottles flying up and down on a bed.

Fan Jian punched and punched, but was shocked to find that with his punching, the energy did not decrease at all, and even seemed to increase a little.

The fists with condensed energy became golden, and Fan Jian's mind immediately thought of the golden body of Wei Tuo of the Wusheng monk!

That's it!

Fan Jian sat down on the ground, looking helplessly at his hands.

In order to make himself willing to be the head of Shakyamuni, the old monk condensed his power into a relic and integrated it into his body.

While intercepting true energy, it turns into another energy that can be used directly!

In this way, my past exercises are equivalent to completely abolishing them, and I can't use them anyway.

As for this golden energy, if you learn Shakyamuni's exercises, you will definitely be able to exert ten times or even a hundred times the power!

This flute medicine Buddha!Old bald donkey!
The calculation is so deep!

"Wow! Do you think that if you don't let me use my true energy, I will be a monk honestly? It's a good idea!"

Fan Jian sneered and growled.

"Isn't it just walking back to Wusi Jiangyou Realm? I'll show you!"

Just as he was talking, he saw several golden lights flying towards him, falling directly in front of him.

The leader is an old monk.

No, the dozen or so people flying here are all monks!
Bald and dazzling.

Fan Jian suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.

Hemp egg!

Still found!

The old monk looked at Fan Jian, then at the bonfire at the entrance of the cave, folded his hands together, bowed to Fan Jian and said.

"For the dust in the relic courtyard, see..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Jian dodged away.

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and bowed again.

"See Palm..."

Fan Jian hides again.

Liao Chen blinked and waved to the monks behind him.

Those burly monks immediately stepped forward and grabbed Fan Jian's siblings.

Only then did Liao Chen bow and say, "See the master!"

"Damn! You guys are sick!" Fan Jian said angrily.

"I'm not your leader! Let me go!"

Wuxiang nodded, and the monks let go of their hands immediately.

Fan Jian frowned and looked at them.

The muscles of these monks were all knotted, and there was a faint golden light flashing, and they seemed to be about the same level as Wusheng.

And this old monk is obviously their leader, and his cultivation is only high but not low.

There are only so many Shakyamuni masters?Adding Wusheng, wouldn't there be eight or nine sages?
There are only two Aoki Gates!

In fact, Fan Jian was overthinking this. The cultivation bases of these seven monks were indeed similar to those of Wu Sheng, only the first rank.

Wusheng is the first grade of saints, and they are the fifth grade of transcending robbery.

Specializes in the Vedic Golden Body Casting Jue.

Together with the Wusheng monk, they are called the Eight Great Vajras of Sakyamuni!