Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"The winner is decided! Save people!"

The disciples from the Medicine Pavilion quickly stepped forward to check on Xia Ruhua's injuries. The disciples from the Ling Pavilion also brought a stretcher and carried Xia Ruhua off.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingqing rushed down from the stands, took Xia Ruhua's hand and said.

"Sister Xia...is she okay?"

The disciple of the Medicine Pavilion looked gloomy, shook his head and said.

"The injury is serious, let's try our best to treat him, but we don't know how much of his cultivation can be preserved!"

Ye Qingqing frowned when he heard this, tears streaked down his cheeks, and he turned to look at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian saw this scene very clearly.

A large hole was made at the junction of the two arenas, which was filled with blood and mud.

He suddenly thought of that afternoon four years ago, the day when Xia Ruhua, who was once tall and thin, with a peach-faced face, entered the school, he and Ye Qingqing picked her off the ship together as senior brothers.

In that scene, she was smiling and gentle, but within two months of one year, she had become a fat man of nearly 300 kilograms.

"The furnace... haha! Such dross can actually be preserved for hundreds of years..."

At this time, everyone who was attacking Fan Jian suddenly noticed something was wrong.

A gloomy aura instantly enveloped everyone. Just when they were surprised, Fan Jian raised his hand and everyone was thrown out of the field by a force.

When I got up and took a look, I saw Fan Jian with a frosty face as he walked to the edge and said to Ye Qingqing.

"Go back first and leave this to me!"

Ye Qingqing nodded.

At this time, there were only the last six people on the field who had not participated in the ring competition. Fan Jian raised his hand and pulled them onto his ring.

With another wave of his hand, he knocked them out of bounds.

The whole process took less than ten breaths.

The referee said in shock.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do? What on earth are you doing?!"

Fan Jian sneered and pointed at Duan Wudi, who looked confused in another arena competition.

"I want to fuck him!"

The referee was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Duan Wudi, and then understood what Fan Jian meant.

"Boy, you gave me so much trouble today, but at this moment I think you are a man!" the referee said.

"I will still host the championship game! Don't worry! I'm here! I guarantee you'll be fine!"

The referee said, turning to look at the elders' bench.

"The candidates for the finals have been decided! Yaotian, Fan Jian!"

"The animal pen, Duan Wudi!"

The lonely elder nodded, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice.

"It's still early, take a two-quarters of an hour's rest and go straight to the finals!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately looked at Duan Wudi with a sneer, walked to him and sat down cross-legged.

Duan Wudi was shocked and said quickly.

"What are you doing? This place is so big, why do you have to sit next to me?"

Fan Jian looked at him coldly and said.

"What? Is there a rule that says I can't meditate here?"

"You are sick!"

Duan Wudi swallowed and quickly took a dozen steps back. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw Fan Jian chasing after him again.

No matter where Duan Wudi went, Fan Jian followed him like a shadow, facing him and staring at him with a smile on his face.

Duan Wudi was furious at being stared at, so he quickly walked to the referee and said.

"Referee! He interfered with my adjustment!"

The referee pointed to the school field and said calmly.

"Your family owns this school grounds? Can't they meditate?"

"But he keeps following me, how can I meditate?"

The referee said pretending to be confused.

"Ah? Are you scared? When you were mocking others just now, I didn't see that your mental quality was so poor!"

Duan Wudi felt his breath hit his chest and almost vomited blood. When he looked back, he saw Fan Jian only an inch away from him, looking at him coldly.

Duan Wudi covered his heart, jumped down to the stands, and sat down cross-legged facing the corner.

"I don't believe it. There are walls on both sides and you can still get through the wall to see me?"

At this moment, Duan Wudi noticed someone sitting down against his back.

The shoulder blades on his back were still trembling.

Duan Wudi immediately cursed angrily.

"Fuck! Fan! What on earth do you want to do?"

Fan Jian shrugged and said expressionlessly.

"Meditate!"

"..."

Duan Wudi was injured to begin with, but this time he almost suffered internal injuries due to his anger. He immediately ignored everything and simply walked to the middle of the ring, took out a healing potion and sat down with his eyes closed.

Fan Jian sneered when he saw this, raised his hand to absorb the pine needles in the distance with his true energy, and manipulated the Biweiqing needle mana to place them one by one near Duan Wudi's ears, and flew past his face.

The pine needles flew by, making bursts of "whooshing" sounds through the air, and at the same time, there was a breeze driving the breeze through the hair and skin.

Duan Wudi couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

"Referee! Don't you care about this?"

The referee said with a shrug.

"Hey, people practicing martial arts have offended you too? Young man, don't be so poor mentally! When you step out of the sect in the future, not all the places where you meditate will be the same as your pigsty!"

Fan Jian smiled inwardly when he heard this. This referee is very good at mocking people!

Duan Wudi was furious and said immediately.

"I won't meditate anymore! Let's just fight!"

"Two quarters of an hour, two quarters of an hour!" Fan Jian said expressionlessly.

"You've got some rest, I haven't yet!"

Duan Wudi finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat down on the ground and said.

"Brother Fan, what do you want to do? You won't let me meditate, and you won't fight. What should I do to make you happy?"

Fan Jian sneered when he heard this, and whispered in his ear.

"I will torture you! Destroy your mind! Then defeat you! I will cripple you! I will make you fall from the sky to the bottom of the valley!"

"There is still a quarter of an hour before I cripple you! Enjoy it slowly!"

Duan Wudi was shocked when he heard this!

In his eyes, Fan Jian's expression was as hideous and terrifying as the Nine Netherworld Evil Ghost.

He naturally didn't think he could beat Fan Jian, who was in the Spiritual Realm.

And judging from Fan Jian's current performance, it would be easy to cripple his cultivation!

"No! I won't fight anymore! I want to withdraw!" Duan Wudi said hurriedly.

"Referee! I want to withdraw! Elder! I want to withdraw! I won't fight anymore!"

The elders frowned when they saw his appearance, and the lonely elder said even more.

"You are afraid without fighting! What does it look like? Weren't you so impressive just now? You are not allowed to withdraw from the competition! Unless I destroy your cultivation and drive you out of Qingmumen!"

"Ha!"

Fan Jian sneered a few times.

Duan Wudi felt as cold as snow in his heart. He would be destroyed if he fought or not! Why on earth!

Why did he make it to the finals but his cultivation was destroyed? I should not have listened to Yuan Qingshou.

Isn't it good to be one of the top 30? Why do you have to fight for the first place and enter that stupid Yi Pavilion?

"Forget it! Let's fight! At worst, I will pretend to be dead if he touches me! I will never let him have the chance to destroy my cultivation!"

The referee looked at the time and raised his hand and said.

"The rest time is over, the competition begins!"

Fan Jian heard the words, raised his hand and waved, the true energy was drawn in like a bow pulling a full moon, a pine needle was immediately sucked into his hand, and the true energy was expelled like an arrow meteor, rushing towards Duan Wudi.