Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Winner, Fan Jian!"

Elder Dugu's words could not wake up everyone who was still in shock.

It wasn't until an unknown amount of time later that applause rang out, and everyone woke up as if from a dream. The shouts were thunderous, and the whole audience was shouting Fan Jian's name.

"Fan Jian! Fan Jian!"

"Being respected, small favor value +5000!"

Among them, the most inspiring thing is not the inner door, but the outer door!

A person who has not broken through the foundation building in five years.

A loser who should have been kicked out of the sect!

In this way, he became a dark horse, fought all the way to the finals of the inner sect assessment, and became the champion.

Such things make the three thousand outer disciples ask themselves, if they start studying hard now, can they be like him?

Seeing the cheers of the crowd, Fan Jian stretched out his hand and blew kisses continuously.

Just then, a whistling sound was heard.

A green flying sword penetrated the cloud curtain and fell from the sky.

An old man stepped on the flying sword and landed in front of Fan Jian.

When the ten elders saw this, they immediately knelt down and shouted.

"See the head master!"

Hidden Sword Fairy!

When everyone heard this, they immediately fell silent and quickly knelt down and said.

"Meet the leader!"

Xiao Guizang smiled, raised his hand and waved, countless silver lights scattered out.

There were sword pills the size of peanuts, which landed accurately in the hands of every disciple.

"The sword pill contains the sword energy I left behind. If you eat it, you will have a chance to learn some sword skills."

Fan Jian couldn't help but curl his lips when he looked at Xiao Guizang's appearance today.

At this time, he was neatly dressed, with a large robe setting off his majestic body.

Although his appearance is still old, his face is radiant and there is nothing like the haggard look he had when he was fishing.

Coupled with the shining heaven-level high-grade divine sword, Jiuxiao, he looked completely different from the old fishing man.

"What? Don't you know me?" Xiao Guizang asked with a smile.

"Who can recognize this?" Fan Jian rolled his eyes.

"You can't help yourself when you're in the world! I'll just disguise myself to save myself some trouble!" Xiao Guizang said, stroking his beard.

"Don't bother me anymore. I was in such a miserable state that I almost died on Lingjiang Peak!" Fan Jian said.

"Isn't he still dead? Stop talking nonsense!"

Xiao Guizang smiled, suddenly his face darkened, and he said loudly.

"Fan Jian, the fifteenth generation outer disciple of the Qingmu Sect, listens to the order!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he knelt down and raised his hands.

He saw Xiao Guizang holding a sword in one hand, placing it on Fan Jian's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"In the name of the Heavenly Punishment Sword Immortal, the founder of the Qingmu Sect, I accept you as the sixth generation head disciple! Remember the teachings of my Qingmu Sect ancestors, and don't forget the original intention of cultivation!"

"Disciples, please remember Master's teachings!"

Hearing Fan Jian's reply, Xiao Guizang raised his hand and pointed at Fan Jian's eyebrows.

A cyan sword mark suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. The mark immediately disappeared as his heart moved.

"The Green Wood Sword Seal is a unique seal for the disciples of the sect. When you go out, if you meet the disciples of the previous generation, you will be lucky enough to see the seal between your eyebrows. Seeing the seal is like meeting the sect leader!"

After doing all this, Xiao Guizang raised his hand and waved, the mustard seed bracelet flashed with light, and a three-foot-tall dark stone pillar was inserted directly into the school grounds.

"The way of dual cultivation should be in accordance with the laws of nature. The harmonious singing of Luan and Phoenix is ​​the true way! From now on, the Qingmu Gate strictly prohibits the use of furnaces and cauldrons, and a monument is erected as a warning!"

"In addition, Fan Jian came from the outer sect. It can be seen that even if there are people in the outer sect who are slightly inferior in cultivation, they may be late bloomers who have accumulated a lot of experience! From now on, the time that the outer sect disciples practice in the Qingmu Sect will be determined by the four Years changed to five years!”

"Thank you Master for your kindness!" All the disciples said in unison.

"Everyone get up!"

Seeing Fan Jian stand up, Xiao Guizang came to him with a smile and whispered: "How is it? Is it interesting?"

Fan Jian gave Xiao Guizang a thumbs up and a like!

"It would be more interesting if there were one or two greeting gifts!" Fan Jian said with a smile.

Xiao Guizang put his arm around Fan Jian's shoulders and said.

"Don't worry, can a master treat his apprentice badly?"

"Really! Thank you then!"

"Hey! Who among us is following who? Let's go to the wine pavilion to eat something first. I've been stealing ingredients secretly in the past few days, but I haven't eaten them well! Now I can finally go in openly!"

"Huh? Is that fish stolen?"

"Isn't that the same with your chicken?"

"Yes, yes, haha!"

Elder Dugu watched the old man and the young boy walking out of the school with a dark look, and immediately stood up awkwardly and said.

"The assessment is over, the final rankings and rewards will be distributed, and the list will be announced soon. Let's all go and practice separately!"

Everyone left happily.

After meeting the legendary leader, one of the top land gods in the world of thirty-third level spiritual cultivation, and witnessing the extraordinary promotion of an outer disciple to become the leader disciple, it would be difficult for everyone to fall asleep tonight.

Ye Qingqing looked hesitant and didn't know what to do.

Xia Ruhua said doubtfully: "Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister Xia...Brother Jian, which generation of disciple is he?" Ye Qingqing asked with a sad face.

"If I remember correctly, it should be the sixth generation!" Xia Ruhua said.

"We are the fifteenth generation..." Ye Qingqing said bitterly after calculating for a long time.

"Should I care what Brother Jian's name is?"

Xia Ruhua was stunned for a moment and thought for a long time before speaking.

"The elder of the Wine Pavilion is also the sixth generation head disciple. You are his direct disciple and should be considered the seventh generation. You should call Fan Jian uncle..."

"Ah?" Ye Qingqing sighed bitterly upon hearing this.

"Okay..."

"Don't think too much!" Xia Ruhua said with a smile.

"Just keep calling him Brother Jian, he won't blame you, he's too happy to wait!"

This world is composed of 33 independent areas arranged from top to bottom, each area is called a divine cultivation world, collectively known as the 33-fold divine cultivation world.

Connecting the 33-fold divine cultivation world is a mountain peak hundreds of millions of feet high, called Zhujie Mountain.

Zhujie Mountain's peak pierces the sky, like a spike piercing the 33-fold divine cultivation world, and is also the only way for divine cultivators in the divine cultivation world to go up and down the worlds.

The lower eighteen realms are always dark, or hot like charcoal fire, or cold like iceberg invasion, or heavy rain for years, or strong winds and thunder all day long.

There are thousands of ghosts wandering there, demons are rampant, it is a taboo for mortals, and few people go there.

In the middle eight realms, there is sufficient sunshine, four distinct seasons, and rain and dew in all four seasons. It is a place where mortals live for a long time.

In the upper seven realms, the sunshine is the longest and the spiritual energy is abundant. It is the gathering place of various cultivation sects of the gods. Among them, Qingmumen is in the sixth realm of the upper seven realms, the Supreme Constant Rong Realm.

As the sun sets in the west, a carriage gradually stops outside a city.

This city is located in the fifth realm of the upper seven realms, the Yulong Tengsheng Realm.

There is a funeral procession outside the city. As soon as the carriage approaches, a woman rushes to it and cries bitterly.

"Shou'er! My Shou'er! It's my fault! I shouldn't have sent you to the Qingmumen to practice! I killed you!"

"Madam Yuan, please accept my condolences. Qingshou attacked after being defeated in the battle..."

"Shut up!"

The woman opened her mouth and took out a blade less than half an inch long from her mouth. She shook it in the wind and it turned into a three-foot green blade.

"The Qingmu Sect harmed my Shou'er, so my Xuanyuan Sect and you will never coexist!"