Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Liao Chen said with a slight smile.

"It's not too early! I can see it from the time you started debating with Fan Shizhu!"

Fan Jian looked around, quickly pulled Jing Fan aside, and asked suspiciously.

"What's the situation? Who is the phantom saint?"

Jing Fan said with a serious expression.

"It's an evil cultivator from Xiulejing's Upper Realm! He has a very strange technique, which can change into the shape of others. It's hard to tell if it's real or not! He uses this to commit all kinds of evil things, but few people find out. real body!"

Fan Jian was shocked.

Transfiguration?There is also this kind of exercise?

"Then what about your other mind? Can't you see it?" Fan Jian asked in surprise.

"His mind can only see what he is thinking in his heart now. The greatest strength of the magic saint is that he can control his thoughts to the greatest extent, allowing himself to devote himself wholeheartedly to the role he has changed!"

self hypnosis?

incredible!
Fan Jian looked at the phantom saint in surprise.

Seeing him narrowing his eyes slightly, looking around at everything around him, he said in a deep voice.

"You don't think this kind of enchantment can trap me!"

Seeing Ku Kong holding a cooked copper stick, he said angrily.

"So what if you can't be trapped? Can you still walk out of this Sakyamuni gate today?"

As he spoke, he jumped forward and smashed down the cooked copper rod head-on.

The shadow of the stick turned into tens of thousands in an instant, and one blow was like tens of thousands of copper sticks hitting the phantom saint at the same time.

Seeing this, the phantom sage remained motionless, raised his hand, and suddenly a huge clam shell appeared all over his body, the clam shell was transformed by true energy, completely blocking the copper rod.

Huan Shengren sneered and said: "Ku Kong, you can't even break my magic weapon, so don't be ashamed!"

Ku Kong was extremely angry when he heard the words, he picked up the cooked copper stick and threw it at it.

However, the stick continued to drop, but it still couldn't break the shell.

Fan Jian was surprised to find that the strength of each stick of Kukong was almost earth-shattering, but he couldn't raise even a speck of dust. Instead, every time the stick hit, the surrounding enchantment became brighter.

"It's no wonder that you are so confident in your actions. So this enchantment is so tricky?"

Kukong smashed it for a long time without any response.

Seeing this, Liaochen immediately praised: "Clean and bright, powerful and wise, supreme and true, Sakyamuni Tathagata!"

Then with a wave of his palm, a five-finger golden seal smashed towards the phantom saint.

The five finger prints just touched the clam shadow with condensed true energy, and immediately smashed it into pieces.

The illusory sage said in astonishment: "The sixteen-character emptiness Brahma mantra?"

"What is it?" Fan Jian asked suspiciously.

"It's a spell designed to break magic weapons!" Jing Fan said, rolling his eyes, "Why don't you know anything?"

"Nonsense, I'm not a monk!"

Liao Chen broke the clam shell, and immediately smiled at Ku Kong and said, "Dou Shengren, I'm watching you!"

Ku Kong sneered and said, "Thank you!"

As he said that, he jumped up and threw a stick at the Huan Shengren. Just as the Huan Shengren was about to dodge, he saw Ku Kong's figure split into three, squeezing the Huan Shengren in the middle, and the three sticks came out at the same time. Blood, poured on the ground,

Fan Jian exclaimed in surprise: "What a way to distract the mind! It is worthy of being a fighting saint! Even the clone of the mind is so powerful!"

Hearing this, Ku Kong immediately bowed to Fan Jian, raised his hand, and pointed at the imaginary saint with the cooked copper stick, saying, "Say! Where have you got my master?"

But seeing the sage Huan sneered, his body rushed towards Fan Jian like a mist, and Fan Jian was surprised to find that there was another identical self standing beside him.

That Fan Jian pointed at Fan Jian in feigned surprise and said, "You! How did you become like me? You are fake!"

Fan Jian looked at himself as if looking in a mirror, and said with a smile, "It really looks like hey! It's just that my brain is not very good!"

It's really heaven there is a way you don't go!
There is no way to hell, you cast yourself!

Who is bad?Get old?

Fan Jian looked around at his other self, danced with joy and said, "Liaochen, now you have a master!"

Liao Chen pointed at the fake Fan Jian and said, "That's fake!"

Kukong heard that he was going to beat him with a stick.

Fake Fan Jian immediately said: "Bold! Don't you even know the future master?"

Now even Jingfan knew who was real and who was fake, so she hurriedly hid aside, and the monks around looked at fake Fan Jian like fools.

Fan Jian smiled and danced the hula beside him and said, "You don't even know my personality, yet you dare to be like me? How stupid are the people you met before?"

Fake Fan Jian was stunned when he heard the words, only then did he realize that he had made a big mistake!
Before he could say anything, Ku Kong sneered suddenly, and raised his stick again.

But I saw that the whole body of the illusory sage turned into a burst of blue mist, instantly covering the entire barrier.

Before everyone could react, they heard the sound of a flute.

Fan Jian's heart shook, and he felt that the moment the flute sounded, all his emotions were let go, without joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow or fear, and he sat down cross-legged involuntarily.

The sanskrit flute, the magic weapon of Tianji mid-grade, the magic weapon of flute medicine and Buddha's fame.

With the sound of the flute, all thoughts are lost!

Seeing that the blue mist dissipated, everyone in the entire hall sat cross-legged, their eyes glazed over.

The enchantment also disappeared at this moment.

While playing the flute, the phantom saint walked slowly towards the door.

At this moment, only a voice came from outside the hall.

The voice was as loud as a bell resounding.

"Om, hello, Tuodu, 鍐."

Then I saw a swastika mantra with condensed mana flying straight into the hall.

Everyone woke up suddenly.

Panting heavily, Fan Jian looked at the door, and saw a big monk nearly three meters tall walking towards him, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and looked at the imaginary saint coldly.

The phantom saint was shocked when he saw this.

"Dari mantra prayer beads!"

The great monk sneered and said, "I know quite a lot about the magic weapon of our Sakyamuni!"

"Uncle Wusheng!" Jing Fan exclaimed happily.

Seeing this, the imaginary sage frowned, his whole body turned into blue mist again, and flew straight to the door.

But a red veil floated over, instantly enveloping the green mist.

The red gauze tightened, and the phantom saint immediately fell to the ground.

Fan Jian was overjoyed when he saw this, and ran out of the hall, only to see Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing standing at the entrance of the hall.

"Auntie beauty! Qingqing!"

Fan Jian shouted in surprise.

When the two saw Fan Jian, their eyes turned red, and they rushed up desperately, holding Fan Jian on the left and right, crying loudly.

Fan Jian rubbed the shoulders of the two of them with a smile on his face and said, "Don't cry! It's not a feast, what does it look like!"

Ye Qingqing hammered Fan Jian with red eyes and said: "You bastard! If you do this again in the future, I will just find someone to marry! I won't wait for you anymore!"

Fan Jian put his arms around Ye Qingqing with a smile and said, "I'll see who dares! Who dares to marry you, I'll kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shengren grabbed Fan Jian's ear and said, "How dare you scare my sister?"

"" Fan Jian looked at the two in astonishment, "Sister? You two..."

Gu Shengren sneered and said: "To be able to enjoy such a blessing of being equal to others, it's cheaper than you, a little cunning!"