Fantasy: My skills are all passive

A thunderstorm struck, and a trace of anger appeared on Liao Xing's face, but the anger subsided immediately, and he closed his eyes again, ignoring the umbrella conjured up by Commander Blood River.

However, Commander Xuehe said with a smile.

"It's raining heavily!"

Liao Xing frowned slightly, but did not answer.

"I haven't seen such heavy rain for a long time!"

"The last time we saw each other was thousands of years ago."

"The day that young man opened the gate of hell, it rained so much!"

"Rain all over the 33 realms!"

When Liao Xing heard the words, he frowned and said in a deep voice.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"I want to say that if you don't avoid the hell world even in thunderstorms, does it mean that the creatures in our hell world are no different from your creatures in the upper world?"

"Sophistry!" Liao Xing said with a cold snort.

"One kind of rice feeds all kinds of people, and people are divided into good and evil. This doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes, you also said that people can be divided into good and evil, so is there good and evil in our hell world? If you are a demon? Are you a good person or a bad person?"

Said decisively.

"I won't be enchanted!"

"What if?"

"No if! No, no! Even if it is, I will kill myself immediately, and I will never give you any chance!"

The commander of Xuehe immediately had a smile on his face when he heard the words, but said in an extremely angry tone.

"You're deluding yourself! You hopeless ass!"

Liao Xing immediately laughed when he heard the angry voice of Commander Xuehe.

He won!
In the past few months, the commander of Blood River has been asking him to debate, and every time his silence ends, but this time, he won!
A thunder flashed, and Liao Xing didn't even realize that the smile on his face was full of evil.

Commander Blood River didn't speak any more.

His purpose has been achieved.

With the heart of fighting together, the heart demon has been planted.

The next step is to find an opportunity for his obsession, an opportunity to subvert his cognition.

The heavy rain lasted for a day and a night, until after midnight that day, the thunderstorm gradually subsided.

Fan Jian finally reached the full level of proficiency in the Liuxu Sword Art in the painting.

The constellation map in my mind lit up another star.

Shenyuan avatar, when receiving fatal damage, the avatar of the divine mind of the transformation state and the Yuanying of the nascent realm can be transformed into avatars to assist in the battle. The avatars have 50% of the combat power of the main body, and can gain up to 100% with the increase of proficiency. The combat power of the avatar increases with the increase of the main body.

Seeing this skill, Fan Jian frowned.

Such a good skill, but it is a passive one.

Can't use it until you are about to die?This is too outrageous, doesn't it mean that you can't take the initiative to brush up your proficiency?

Fan Jian felt a little sympathetic to Altman.

Maybe Ultraman can't release his nirvana because he doesn't turn on the lights.

After exiting the painting, the sky is still dark, and there are still about two hours before dawn.

Fan Jian returned to the house and got into the bed.

With two provocative beauties beside him, Fan Jian swallowed suddenly and said silently.

"Ninja! The technique of instant undressing!"

The sky is bright.

The venue that had been silent for a day was once again full of voices.

I don't know if it was because more spiritual cultivators arrived or because after a day of silence, there was an obvious look of retaliatory consumption at the venue.

Everyone's enthusiasm for decrypting and buying things is high.

And after Fan Jian's guidance, the painting boy's stall is now extremely hot.

In the afternoon of the first day, he was still quietly selling, but now he has basically put it on the table.

On the shelf at the back there are all kinds of pictures of beauties, sons, and even some strange creatures that only exist in fantasy.

There is also a piece of paper written on the booth, and various personal items can be customized to meet all needs.

The stall was already crowded with people.

But because his decryption was so slow, many people even started to pay someone to help decrypt after many attempts.

The little brother himself is immersed in painting, one after another.

When Fan Jian passed by, he saw that he was drawing a beautiful fox demon. The white body was only covered by some fur in key parts. .

Feeling that the little brother was going further and further on the road of magic weapon, Fan Jian couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

I don't know whether it helped him or hurt him.

The research on Yuhuaxue's hidden weapons has reached a fever pitch.

Yesterday, the painting salesman came over to help change the design for a day.

The blueprint is now almost complete.

Tuli shared the concept of the heart-calculating iron box and set up seven formations at the same time.

They are one binding formation, three attack formations, and one of them is the sword formation provided by Elder Shen.

Three phantom formations, including the sound formation of Elder Yin, the incense formation provided by Gongye Sanqiu, and a phantom formation provided by the painting seller.

Now Yuhuaxue is opening the furnace to create the core of the magic weapon with the help of Elder Tie, while Jin Sanxiao is helping to create the outer shell.

From the time point of view, it is more than enough, but if you count the time of testing and modification, it is still a little short.

In this way, five days passed quickly.

And the four-door treasure fight is finally about to begin!
The night before, all the booths at the venue had been closed.

There is a large open space in the middle, and this is the scene of Doubao.

The thing that surprised Fan Jian was that the process of fighting treasures was not a fight with each other, but a classic scoring system.

Ten scorers, remove the highest score, remove the lowest score, and then calculate the score on average.

Such a method couldn't help but make Fan Jian a little novel.

For the sake of fairness, the heads of the four families are not allowed to participate in the selection, and the judges are from other sects, a total of ten.

Fan Jian also saw acquaintances inside.

Elder Shen, Liao Chen, Huang Yuanhua, and even Guan Shuya.

Because the venue was too big and there were too many people, Fan Jian really didn't notice that they had arrived at the venue.

Just when the voices were buzzing, a whistle sounded extremely fast, and then a fireball with green smoke flew into the sky, and everyone fell silent immediately.

Accompanied by a loud noise that resounded through the sky and the earth, the fireball burst into a puff of green smoke instantly.

In the smoke, four figures floated down, they turned out to be the heads of the four families.

The head of the Mohist family, Xianglijie, held a Mohist mechanism umbrella, the head of the Lu family was riding a wooden bird after losing, Tang Keji, the head of the Tang family, was stepping on a flywheel, and the head of the Zeng family, Zeng Guyan, was sitting on a chair with flames.

The four of them landed on the venue, each took out their magic weapons and threw them at each other.

There was a moment of chaos in the venue, the organs of the Mo family, the weapons of the Lu family, the concealed weapons of the Tang family, and the firearms of the Zeng family were deployed, and the scene was magnificent.

Fan Jian said in surprise.

"Why did you start fighting all of a sudden?"

The aunt said with a smile.

"You'll know it after reading it! Just to remind you, what you see may not be true!"