Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"Ah!" Taoist Wendu let out a violent scream as his arm hurt!

Then the whole person quickly retreated, the attacking posture collapsed in an instant, and the left hand hurriedly protected the injured arm of the right hand.

I saw Taoist Wendu's right arm hanging down to the ground, his skin was scorched black, blood was dripping continuously on the ground like clouds, and his right arm was already useless.

Taoist Wendu never thought that with just one move, he was almost beaten by the kid in front of him and almost lost his combat effectiveness.

"You... boy, how dare you use evil methods to hurt me?" Taoist Wendu kept panting heavily, and it happened almost instantly from arrogant to extremely embarrassed.

"You old bastard is also interesting. If you can't beat it, you'll play tricks. If you haven't seen a trick before, you'll call it an evil method. How can you be so shameless!"

Fan Jian flicked the blood on Jing Ji, looking very disgusted.

"What kind of monster are you? Why doesn't my black poisonous mist have any effect on you?" Taoist Pestilence was delaying the time while talking, while trying to heal his wounds with true energy.

It wasn't until this moment that Taoist Wendu really realized Fan Jian's terror.

There must be a reason for this poor-looking kid from the mortal world to be left in Lingxiao Realm by Qing Ting, why didn't I think about it clearly at the time!
"Why are you so impulsive, this kid should be dealt with during the medicine fight meeting!

At that time, the master and the powerhouses of the entire plague department were there, so they took down this weird boy no matter what! "

Taoist Wendu felt extremely regretful at this time. At first he thought that Fan Jian was just an ordinary spiritual cultivator in the mortal world, and he couldn't make any big waves, so he looked down on him a bit.

So much so that I suffered a dark loss in Fan Jian's hands, and didn't pay attention to it.

Originally leaving Tushita Palace, he was planning to go back to heal his wounds, but after feeling Fan Jian's aura, he immediately chased after him.

Because he felt that Fan Jian was not a threat to him, he didn't make any preparations.

Who knew that Fan Jian's blow was so terrifying, the most terrifying thing was that Fan Jian was not afraid of his black poisonous mist.

"I'm not a monster. I'm just an ordinary spiritual cultivator in the 33rd level spiritual cultivation world. I can only blame you for being too careless and impatient!"

Fan Jian pulled out a sword flower in shock, and pointed the sword point at Taoist Wendu.

"Try to keep this old miscellaneous hair as steady as possible, and don't attack too violently, otherwise it will attract other people from Lingxiao Realm, or wake up these two gatekeepers, and it will be troublesome!"

Fan Jian kept thinking about how to kill Taoist Wendu silently.

"Impossible, I have existed in the Lingxiao Realm for tens of thousands of years, and I haven't found anyone who is immune to my black poisonous mist? It's just a matter of resistance!"

"Tell me, what secret magic weapon do you have? Or are you really a monster?"

Taoist Wendu obviously didn't believe that Fan Jian was just an ordinary cultivator.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't tease you anymore, because you won't live long, I'll answer your doubts!" ​​Fan Jian continued, shaking the long sword in his hand.

"As for me, I am immune to poison, which means that all poisons are ineffective against me. No matter how powerful the poison is, it can only become my nutrient, and cannot harm me!"

"That's why when we first met, you released the black poisonous mist on me, and I'm still alive and kicking in front of you!"

"You can't kill me, because your ultimate trick doesn't work on me, but I can kill you!

Because of the previous fights, I felt that you rely too much on poisonous attacks, and your actual combat strength is too poor! "

Fan Jian shook his head while talking.

"Impossible, impossible, I've lived for so long, and I've never seen anyone with complete immunity to poison. You must have practiced some evil skills, and then lied to me here! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"And no matter how weak I am, you, a spiritual cultivator who hasn't even reached the realm of a land immortal, how could you hurt me!"

After hearing Fan Jian's explanation, Taoist Wendu felt even more confused, and yelled like crazy.

"You must have lied to me! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

While roaring, the plague Taoist re-condensed the poisonous zhenqi in his whole body, and turned it into a palm-sized black ball of light that was conceived on his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, his left hand turned into a claw and grabbed Fan Jian's chest!
"You don't believe it anyway, alas..." Fan Jian puffed up his chest, and once again took the full blow of Taoist Wendu.

As soon as the ball of light touched Fan Jian's body, it quickly sank into his chest. Fan Jian shook, his body backed up a few steps, and then hiccupped forcefully.

"It still hurts a bit from the all-out attack of the Great God of Plague Department!" Fan Jian rubbed his chest and said to himself.

Although the toxin in the poison-attributed true qi of Taoist Pestilence could not hurt Fan Jian, throwing away half of the poison-attributed true qi, it should not be underestimated to be hit by the great god of the upper realm with all his strength.

"Fortunately, the Buddha's golden body helped me resist a lot of damage!"

Fan Jian heaved a sigh of relief, and secretly praised the system in his heart.

Seeing that his full blow was easily dispelled by Fan Jian, Taoist Wendu's mentality completely collapsed. He originally thought that no matter how bad it was, it would be no problem to fight for a tie.

But in the end, he slapped Taoist Wendu severely in the face.

At this moment, he realized what a huge mistake he had made in chasing Fan Jian just now.

Wendu Taoist quickly calmed down, turned around and prepared to run away, so that Qingshan would not worry about having no firewood to burn. Since he couldn't beat him, he ran away first, and the rest of the medicine fight meeting can be settled.

Unexpectedly, just as Taoist Wendu turned around and was about to take off, Fan Jian came to him in an instant, blocking his escape route.

"It's not that easy to run away!" As he spoke, Fan Jian's Liuxu sword art was activated again, and the energy of the thunder was drawn away, and countless lightning snakes wrapped around the Jingji sword continuously, making crackling noises.

"Master, don't, don't kill me! You can ask me to do anything, please give me a way to survive!"

Taoist Wendu didn't expect Fan Jian to be so fast, and he was killed in front of him in an instant.

Seeing that Fan Jian didn't seem to be joking, Taoist Wendu was also able to bend and stretch, so he begged for mercy quickly, hoping that Fan Jian could spare him.

"Then you give me a reason not to kill you?" Fan Jian put the Jingji sword on the neck of Taoist Wendu.

"You...you...it's useful to keep me, the medicine fight conference is coming soon, I can help you to win the medicine fight conference!"

Taoist Wendu tried his best to show his worth in order to survive!
"Do you think my poison immunity technique requires you to cooperate with me?"

Fan Jian hit the nail on the head with one sentence!