Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Step by step, Lou Changkong was finally able to see Xia Ruhua clearly.

She had opened her eyes at this time, looking at Lou Changkong, tears kept falling from her eyes, rolling on the ground and mixing with the soil.

Lou Changkong smiled slightly and wanted to speak, but he could only mutter silently. Judging from his mouth shape, he seemed to be saying.

"Don't cry, it's okay!"

Finally, Lou Changkong came to Xia Ruhua's side, grabbed her hand and sat down with difficulty.

The two said nothing, one lying on the ground, the other sitting, holding their hands tightly together, as if nothing could separate the two.

The dozen disciples were almost stupid at this time. They looked at Yan Chengshi who was howling on the ground, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Yan Chengshi roared.

"What are you still doing! Kill them! Chop them into meat sauce! Go back and bloodbath Huaxi Town!"

The dozen disciples reacted at this time, and immediately drew their weapons and walked towards Lou Changkong and Xia Ruhua.

The long sword was raised, and Lou Changkong still had a smile on his face.

The long sword fell, and Lou Changkong closed his eyes.

"Xunfeng sword force, upper nine, lose their axe!"

Then a sword energy split into several parts, and attacked instantly, and in a flash, the sword-holding hands of the dozen disciples were all cut off.

Then a red gauze flew and wrapped Lou Changkong and Xia Ruhua away from the scene.

Fan Jian jumped down, turned his head and looked at Lou Changkong and Xia Ruhua, and suddenly he was furious. He raised his hand and waved it, and the sword energy flew out, and instantly cut off the other arm of the dozen disciples.

The dozen disciples immediately fell to the ground crying and looked at Fan Jian in horror.

"Good! It's really good! A dozen Jindan realms fight two Fen Shen realms, you are really good!"

As he said, he raised his hand and waved it again!

The Xunfeng sword force whirled like a gust of wind, and cut off their legs again.

More than a dozen people were cut into sticks in an instant, but Fan Jian's hatred was still there. He released the power of the Biweiqing needle and immediately put them head to head.

He threw another pill in front of them.

"This pill can save your lives, but who can get it depends on you!"

Upon hearing this, more than a dozen disciples rolled over and bit each other, and screams were heard for a while.

Fan Jian sneered and turned back to see the injuries of Lou Changkong and the other two.

"How are they?"

Gu Shengren frowned and shook his head.

"This young man's true qi is overdrawn too seriously, his qi sea is exhausted, and he has injuries on his body. Although he is now being kept alive by medicine, it is difficult to heal."

"Every sword wound on the girl's back is so deep that the bone can be seen. There is almost no good place on her entire back. It is a blessing to be alive!"

Fan Jian's heart was about to burn.

Super healing medicine is definitely useless, so he immediately took out two ultimate healing medicines that were picked out of a hundred and gave them to eat.

Then he frantically searched for medicine that could cure them in the alchemy mastery.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar medicine name in his eyes.

Beidou Huansheng Dan.

Looking at the list of medicinal materials again, he was stunned.

He didn't have any of the dozens of medicinal materials. They came to Hanchong Miaochengjie this time just to buy medicine.

Fan Jian immediately turned off the skill interface angrily.

When he was anxious, he saw a figure in the distance swaying on the flying sword and trying to leave.

Seeing the footprints on his clothes and the floor of Changkong, Fan Jian immediately understood the initiator of all this.

He immediately stood up, raised his hand and waved, and the Biweiqing needle force was retracted, and Yan Chengshi was immediately pulled over from mid-air.

Fan Jian jumped over, stepped on him and said.

"Where is your mustard bracelet?"

Yan Chengshi heard the words and immediately handed over his right hand in his arms and said.

"Here... don't... don't kill me!"

Fan Jian looked at the things in the bracelet and found that there were indeed a lot of medicinal herbs. He immediately took off the bracelet and said with a sneer.

"Did you beat those two people like this?"

Yan Chengshi shook his head repeatedly.

"Don't admit it?"

Fan Jian stepped on his broken left shoulder, and a stream of blood spurted out of the left shoulder.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I hurt them!" Yan Chengshi said in pain.

"Why?"

"They beat my apprentice to death!" Yan Chengshi said hurriedly.

"Your apprentice?" Fan Jian said with a sneer.

"Then your apprentice must be a criminal! You, as a master, are not much better!"

Yan Chengshi said loudly after hearing this.

"I didn't! Don't kill me! I am from Mo Famen. If you kill me, you will be hunted down by Mo Famen! Let me go, let me go!"

"Mo Famen, right! Good! I want to see how powerful this Mo Famen is!" Fan Jian said, bending down and speaking in a deep voice.

"Listen, I hate three kinds of people the most in my life. As long as you don't have anything to do with these three kinds of people, I can let you go!"

"First, people who are afraid of death!"

Yan Chengshi's face changed immediately after hearing this, and he said hurriedly.

"Kill me if you want! Give me a quick death!"

Fan Jian said with a sneer.

"Second, people who beat women!"

Yan Chengshi's face changed again after hearing this, and he said hurriedly.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean it! Don't kill me!"

"Third! People who hurt my friends!"

Fan Jian said, raised his hand and waved, and the dozen disciples who were biting were immediately pulled over by him.

"Listen, bite him to death and give each of you a pill. Otherwise, if he doesn't die, you will bleed to death here!"

The dozen or so disciples already felt as if they were dead, and they bit Yan Chengshi.

In order to prevent Yan Chengshi from escaping, Fan Jian pricked his hands and feet with silver needles, causing 40% of the internal injuries, and ignored them again.

After searching all the mustard seed bracelets on the severed hands of all the disciples, the medicinal materials were still a dozen or so short of flavor.

Fan Jian quickly said to Gu Shengren.

"Yun Gu, where in this world has the most complete medicinal materials?"

The Saint Gu said in a deep voice: "Then it's Huangtingmen! Huangtingmen grows herbs. Not to mention this world, even the entire Thirty-three Realms can't find any medicinal materials they don't have!"

"Junior Brother Hua is from the Huangting Sect!" Yun Tianye said quickly.

"Take me there!" Fan Jian said quickly.

"You go find an inn in the nearest town, take good care of the two of them, and ask the waiter to hang a red silk cloth on the sign! I will find it!"

Everyone nodded immediately, Yu Huaqing and Yu Huaxue held up Xia Ruhua on the left and right, and Yun Tianye hugged Lou Changkong, and they flew towards the nearest city.

Gu Shengren also took Fan Jian and flew into the sky.

At this time, Yan Chengshi had already bitten off dozens of pieces of meat, his eyes were wide open, and he was only one last breath away from death.

After a while, the dozen or so disciples finally bled dry and died. When they died, some of them were still biting the flesh of Yan Chengshi tightly with their mouths.

Yan Chengshi struggled for a moment, finally breathed out his last breath, tilted his head, and died.

A moment later, he saw a Nascent Soul flying from his Dantian, flying towards the Mofa Gate in the distance.