Fantasy: All my skills are passive

On the stands above, the ten elders of the pavilions also obviously saw this strange scene.

Especially Elder Tie of Ling Pavilion.

Ling Pavilion specializes in the art of physical training, and has a strong physique, which is unmatched by anyone in the ten pavilions.

He saw at a glance that Fan Jian, who was being beaten by everyone but did not change his face, and even yawned, must have mastered a physical training method!

Elder Tie looked at Elder Yao in confusion and said.

"Old Poison, is this the genius you mentioned? Did you try some medicine on him and feed him to become an indestructible body?"

Elder Yao rolled his eyes and said.

"Can't I take such medicine myself? This kid trained himself! How is the injection I asked you to give him?"

Elder Tie took out a palm-sized box and handed it over.

"It's done. I made a human-level spirit sword a few days ago, and I have some broken halberd sand left. I made 600 of them for you. Is that good enough?"

Elder Yao took the box, opened it and looked at it. He saw that the 600 fine needles like cow hair were arranged in a box. He picked up one and shook it in the sun, and it immediately reflected a dazzling light.

Broken halberd sand is a good forging material, and it also has the property of breaking qi. It's really a waste of talent to use it to make this needle!

Elder Yao said with a smile.

"That's good enough! When my ninth-grade nourishing spirit pill is refined, I will definitely give you one pill!"

"One pill?" Elder Tie's eyes widened immediately.

"Give it back to me!"

"Two pills! Two pills!"

"Half a furnace!"

"You might as well go and rob it!"

"Then give it back to me!"

"Half a furnace is half a furnace!"

After a farce, more than half of the time had passed.

The referee saw that there were only a dozen people left on the other fields, and his side was still full of people!

Those who beat others usually get tired, take a two-minute break, and then come back to fight!

Except for the one who was beaten out by Fan Jian at the beginning, all ninety-nine of them were beaten out!

The veins on the referee's forehead popped out immediately.

You're asking me to finish my boring work quickly?

Why do I think you're quite boring?

You yawned just now, right?

"There's still a quarter of an hour left, please pay attention to the time!"

The referee couldn't help it and said loudly.

"Ah? Only a quarter of an hour left? So fast?"

Fan Jian smiled and stretched his waist when he heard it.

"Okay! This big discount event ends here! Thank you for your support! See you next time! Biwei Qingzhen!"

As soon as the voice fell, Fan Jian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand and waved, using the power of Biwei Qingzhen to control the people in front of him and flew into the sky, and raised his hand to throw them out of the field.

With three or two waves, all the people were thrown out.

The inner disciples who were cheering suddenly fell silent.

"What did I see just now? Did he just say the Biweiqing needle?"

"Use... use Qi to control people?"

The referee was even more stunned and swallowed his saliva.

"What... what did you do?"

Fan Jian shrugged and said, "Quickly solve the game! I'm the first place! How about it, it's good for you!"

The referee gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know that I still have to count the names of the last thirty people! How can I count them if you throw so many at once?"

Fan Jian's smile froze on his face when he heard this, and he laughed dryly twice.

"Hey, there's another person behind you!"

The moment the referee turned around, Fan Jian immediately jumped away.

"Stinky boy! Don't forget the championship game!"

The referee looked at Fan Jian and said angrily.

Yun Tianye looked at Fan Jian who was running away and nodded immediately.

"Such a pure level of true Qi is indeed a distraction!"

Lou Changkong said with a smile.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that Brother Fan is the best in Qingmu Sect for being able to use the Biweiqing needle to this extent!"

"Body-building exercises, super strong control of the Biweiqing needle... It's a bit difficult!"

Yun Tianye sighed and said.

"If he finds some iron needles to distance himself from me, my sword energy may not break his defense, but his iron needles can hurt me. In this case, I really don't know what to do!"

Lou Changkong shuddered when he heard this.

Brother Fan wouldn't be so mean, right?

On the other side, Fan Jian ran out of the field and came straight to the stands of the inner gate audience seats, waving at everyone and saying.

"Hello everyone! My opponent's current situation is what you will experience tomorrow! Are you angry?"

"Damn! Is this kid crazy?"

"What a cheapskate! If you have the guts, come up and I'll kill you!"

"Go to hell! I'll beat you until you vomit milk tomorrow!"

"Ah? Why vomit milk?"

"Being humiliated, the submissive value is +241."

"Being insulted, the submissive value is +147."

"Being resented, the submissive value is +159."

"Being..."

Fan Jian ran and jumped happily, and turned over more than 20 hollow somersaults around the stands.

Lou Changkong swallowed his saliva.

He was wrong, Fan Jian was really that cheapskate!

"Time is up!"

Elder Dugu shouted loudly, and the Qi spread all over the training ground, and the area where the outcome had not yet been decided was immediately separated by the Qi.

Thirty referees lined up and said one by one: "Group stage champion."

"Water room disciple, fly now!"

"Fire room disciple, Zhao Taiping!"

"Study room disciple, Xia Ruhua!"

"Poultry room disciple, Wu Bugong!"

"..."

The last one, the sweaty referee, said angrily: "Young Yaotian disciple...is guilty of being...cheap!"

"If you are insulted, the small receiving value +1."

Good guy! You are seizing every opportunity to scold me!

Fan Jian couldn't laugh or cry.

The lonely elder nodded and said: "Take a rest for a quarter of an hour and start the breakout match!"

"The breakout match will be an arena match. There will be two arenas. Each match will be limited to a quarter of an hour. If you defend the ring, you will be eliminated if you fail to attack. Two champions will be decided before noon for the final!"

All the players were in an uproar when they heard this.

This time is obviously not enough!

There were twenty-eight people present, which meant that there were thirteen to fourteen matches in each arena. The time was right at noon, and there was no time to rest in between!

Hearing the noise from the crowd, Elder Dugu immediately snorted and said, "Do you think there is no rest time, which is unfair to the people guarding the ring?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that any disciple of the Ten Pavilions of the Inner Sect can fulfill the request just now. If you don't have the courage to fight one against ten, you will still be held back even if you enter the Inner Sect! If someone is opportunistic, I'm afraid not a single elder is willing to accept it! Then you just hold on to your promotion spot and continue to stay in the outer gate!"

After Elder Dugu finished speaking, he raised his hand and sent a sword energy through the school grounds, dividing the school grounds into two areas. Then he flicked his sleeves and sat back.

Everyone looked at each other.

In other words, this arena competition is not only to gain the opportunity to challenge Shigege independently, but also to express yourself in front of Shigege elders and let them see their abilities!

Fan Jian shrugged.

This is obviously bragging!

The inner disciples of this generation are only at the third or fourth level of Foundation Establishment. Among these 1,500 people, if 500 of them can meet the requirements, Fan Jian's name will be written upside down!

To put it bluntly, don’t you look down on the outer door?