Fantasy: My skills are all passive

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

Especially Elder Linggege Tie.

Ling Ge specializes in the art of body training, and his body is strong, which is unmatched by anyone in the ten pavilions.

He could tell at a glance that Fan Jian, who was being beaten by everyone without changing his expression, and even yawning, must have a body training technique!
Elder Tie looked at Elder Yao suspiciously and said.

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

Elder Yao rolled his eyes and said.

"With such a medicine, can't I take it myself? This kid is trained by himself! How is the injection I asked you to do?"

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

"It's done. A few days ago, I fought a human-level spirit sword. I left some broken halberd sand. I gave you six hundred. Is that interesting?"

Elder Yao took the box, opened it and looked at it, and saw the six hundred needles like cow hair lined up in a box, picked up one and shook it to the sun, it immediately reflected a dazzling light.

Broken halberd sand is a good forging material, and it also has the property of destroying Qi. It is really a talent to use it for this injection!

Elder Yao said with a beaming smile.

"That's interesting! When my Ninth Grade Yangshen Pill is finished, I will give you a pill!"

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

"You pay me back!"

"Two pills! Two pills!"

"Half furnace!"

"You might as well grab it!"

"Then you pay me back!"

"Half furnace is half furnace!"

After some farce, more than half of the time has passed.

The referee saw that there were only a dozen or so people left on the other courts, and his side was full of people!
Those who beat people are often tired from beating, go to the side to rest for 2 minutes, and then come up to beat!
In addition to only being played by Fan Jian at the very beginning, there are a lot of 99!
The referee suddenly had veins popping out of his forehead.

You want me to finish my boring work quickly?
What do I think you are boring?

Did you yawn just now?

"There is still a quarter of an hour, players please pay attention to the time!"

The referee couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly.

"Huh? Only a quarter of an hour left? So soon?"

When Fan Jian heard this, he stretched his waist with a smile and said.

"Okay! This is the end of this big bonus event! Thank you for your support! See you next time! Biwei Qingzhen!"

As soon as the words fell, Fan Jian's eyes turned cold, he raised his hand, controlled the people in front of him with Biwei's clear needle skills, flew into the sky, raised his hand and threw it out of the field.

With two or three waves of hands, everyone was thrown out.

The inner disciples who were still cheering suddenly fell silent.

"What did I see just now? Did he just say that Biwei cleared the needle?"

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

The referee was even more stunned, swallowed and said.

"You... what did you do?"

Fan Jian shrugged and said: "Quickly solve the game! I'm No.1! 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 [-] people! You throw out so many at one time, how do I count?"

Fan Jian's smile froze on his face when he heard this, and he said with a dry laugh.

"Hey, there is another person behind you!"

The moment the referee turned his head, Fan Jian jumped away.

"Stinky boy! Don't forget there is a championship game!"

The referee looked at Fan Jian and said angrily.

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

"This level of pure qi is indeed in the state of distraction!"

Lou Changkong said dumbfoundedly.

"Being able to use Biwei Qingzhen to this extent, Brother Fan can say that it is the No. 1 Qingmumen, right?"

"Body training method, super strong control of Biwei Qingzhen... It's a bit difficult!"

Yun Tianye said with a sigh.

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

Lou Changkong couldn't help shivering when he heard the words.

Brother Fan isn't that cheap, is he?

On the other side, Fan Jian ran out of the arena, went straight to the stands of the inner auditorium, and waved at the crowd.

"Hi everyone! My opponent's status quo today is what you will encounter tomorrow! Are you angry?"

"I lost it! Is this kid crazy?"

"Bitch! If you have the guts, I'll kill you!"

"Go to hell! I'll hit you until you spit milk tomorrow!"

"Ah? Why spit milk?"

"Being humiliated, the small receiving value is +241."

"Being insulted, the minimum receiving value is +147."

"Being hated, the minimum receiving value is +159."

"Subject to..."

Fan Jian happily ran and danced, doing more than twenty hollow somersaults around the stands.

Only then did Lou Changkong swallow.

He was wrong, Fan Jian is really that cheap!

"time up!"

I saw Elder Dugu let out a long shout, and energy spread all over the school field, and the area where the winner was not yet decided was immediately separated by energy energy.

Thirty referees lined up in a row and said one by one: "Champion of the group stage."

"Shuifang disciple, fly now!"

"Disciple of Chai Fang, Zhao Taiping!"

"Study student, Xia Ruhua!"

"Disciple Qinquan, Wu is unfair!"

"..."

The last one was the sweaty referee, who said angrily, "Disciple Yaotian...offended...bad!"

"Being insulted, the minimum receiving value is +1."

Good guy!This is taking every opportunity to scold me!

Fan Jian couldn't laugh or cry.

The Lonely Elder nodded and said, "Take a quarter of an hour's rest and start the breakout match!"

"The breakout competition adopts a group arena. There are two arenas. Each match is limited to a quarter of an hour. If you fail to attack the challenge, you will be eliminated. Two challengers will be determined before noon, and the final will be held!"

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

This time is obviously not enough!
There were 28 people present, that is to say, there were [-] to [-] rounds in each arena, and the time was just at noon, and there was no rest time in between!

Hearing the commotion from the crowd, Elder Dugu snorted coldly and said, "Do you think it's unfair to those who are guarding the ring because there is no rest time?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that the request just now can be fulfilled by any disciple of the ten inner courts. If you don't even have the courage to stand up to ten, even if you enter the inner sect, it will be a hindrance! If someone is opportunistic, I am afraid that no elder is willing to accept it! At that time, you will hold the promotion places and continue to stay at the outer gate!"

After Elder Dugu finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a saber aura passed through the school grounds, dividing the school grounds into two areas, and then sat back with a flick of his sleeves.

Everyone looked at each other.

That is to say, this group arena is not only for the opportunity to challenge the ten pavilions independently, but also an exhibition match to show yourself in front of the elders of the ten pavilions and let them see their abilities!

Fan Jian shrugged.

This is obviously bragging!

The cultivation base of this year's inner disciples is only the third or fourth grade of foundation building. Among the 500 people, if there are [-] who can meet the requirements, his name, Fan Jian, will be written upside down!

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