Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Elder Yao shrugged and said nothing more.

Although he was very confident about Yuan Qingshou's strength, the other person was obviously far behind.

Unless the two of them work together to defeat Fan Jian, there is basically no suspense about Fan Jian's advancement.

"The game begins!"

Upon hearing Elder Dugu's order, fierce battles suddenly began in ten areas.

The difference from yesterday was that this time everyone was familiar with each other. They were in the same pavilion and could not see each other without looking up. The fight was obviously much more orderly.

Pairs fight against each other until the point is reached, and those who have no opponents will not forcefully join others' battles.

Except for the Medicine Pavilion!

Everyone in Fan Jian's area still hit him.

It is true that the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion are not good at fighting, but that is also compared to the other nine pavilions. Compared to the outer sect, they are indeed much stronger.

But Elder Tie became more and more surprised as he looked at it, pointing at Fan Jian and said in surprise.

"That's not right! This kid is different from yesterday!"

The other elders also stood up and took a look.

I saw that although Fan Jian was still being beaten at this time, his whole body turned out to be the color of glass, reflecting the light of the morning, and looked like a shining golden statue.

"This is..." Elder Dugu said in surprise.

"Could it be Shimen's Skanda Golden Body?"

"It's not like that!" Elder Tie said in a deep voice.

"The golden body of Skanda is bronze! It looks like the body of glazed relics! But the body of glazed relics has silver light instead of golden light! Strange! How strange!"

"Look, what is he going to do?" Elder Yin pointed at Fan Jian and said.

Fan Jian raised his hand and said.

"Stop it first!"

All the disciples stopped immediately.

Fan Jian walked to the edge of the area and said loudly.

"Okay! Now use long-range skills to hit me!"

All the disciples looked at each other and focused their energy on Fan Jianjian.

He saw the glazed golden light on his body getting stronger and stronger, and then a substantial light exploded from his body and scattered in all directions.

In an instant, the fighting disciple in the next area was knocked out dozens of meters, and fell to the ground without getting up for a long time.

Nearly a hundred people were eliminated at this time!

Elder Ji stood up and pointed at Fan Jian angrily.

"This kid must have done it on purpose! What's the point of running specifically to our Yi Pavilion area?"

Elder Yao said with a smile: "This kid is not bad. He knows to stay away from the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion!"

Fan Jian released a counterattack and immediately ran back to the center of the area and said.

"continue!"

Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the battles in each pavilion had come to an end, and the only people left on the field were the people from the Medicine Pavilion.

"There's still a quarter of an hour left!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately stood up and said.

"Do you want to go on your own or should I send you down?"

"Let's go on our own!"

The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion left the battle area mumbling.

In the area of ​​the Medicine Pavilion, only Fan Jian and the eldest disciple Hua Taishi were left.

"The trial is over!"

"Sword Pavilion: Yuntianye, Zhou Zhengyi."

"Jiange: Lou Changkong, Wang Zhaodi."

"Xiao Ge: Wen Ruoshui, Li Bing'er."

"Tiange: Yu Huaqing, Feng Tang."

"Yige: Yuan Qingshou, Xi Rongrong."

"Medicine Pavilion: Fan Jian, Hua Taishi."

"Jiuge: Bai Jiu Shi, Ye Qingqing."

"Ling Ge: Xu Yiyi, Niu Dabao."

"Fuge: As promised, the three autumns will be celebrated."

"Yunge: Liu Yanxi, Pingxian Yimirage."

Elder Dugu nodded, stood up and said.

"Very good! You are all the elites of this generation of Qingmumen! However, whether you can become the elite of the elites depends on the next battle!"

"In the knockout round, twenty people will fight against each other, and the time limit is two-quarters of an hour. Now let's start the drawing!"

Elder Dugu raised his hand and cut a branch of a pine tree into twenty wooden sticks of the same thickness and handed them to the referee.

The referee drew two by two, and the top twenty were divided into ten groups.

Fan Jian's opponent is none other than the top disciple of the Wine Pavilion, Bai Jiushi!

Is this a really good sign or a bad sign?

After some rest, the battle between each group began.

"The game begins!"

I saw Bai Jiuxian holding a wine bottle in his hand and talking drunkenly.

"Hey, Fan...Brother Fan, we are really...destined to meet thousands of miles away, but not across from each other."

"Yes, yes!" Fan Jian said dumbfounded.

"Would you like a...sip?"

Bai Jushi said, walked forward with drunken steps, and handed the wine bottle to Fan Jian.

Fan Jian subconsciously went to pick it up, but he saw Bai Jiushi's body suddenly lowered, stumbled forward, and elbowed Fan Jian's heart sideways.

"Han Zhongli, fell down and hugged the altar with his heart in his arms!"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes, okay, isn't the so-called Eight Gates of Drunken Immortal Boxing just Drunken Boxing?

Bai Jiushi was only at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, so hitting him didn't hurt or itch at all.

Bai Jushi seemed to have noticed this, turned around and kicked Fan Jianjian, took two steps back and said.

"Brother Fan, your body is like black iron and your bones are like diamond! It's just that although I can't hurt you, I can still win against you!"

As Bai Jiushi spoke, he picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp, then poured the remaining half onto his body. His whole body suddenly turned red, as if he had just come out of a sauna.

“A drunken horse stumbles to a stop a hundred paces away, and even after crossing the river, he still sighs about his future!”

As Bai Jiushi said this, he jumped up and was close to Fan Jianjian in an instant.

Fan Jian hurriedly reached out to grab it, but felt that his body was slippery and he couldn't keep his hand. He broke away in an instant, and he grabbed his wrist instead.

Before Fan Jian could react, Bai Jiushi turned around and immediately took Fan Jian in a circle. With a wave of his hand, he threw Fan Jian off the stage.

"What a drunken walk!"

Elder Lao Xu of Jiugege clapped his hands and applauded.

Elder Shen said with a smile.

"You don't have any secrets. You taught him the Eight Immortal Fist and the Eight Drunken Immortal Fist in Drinking!"

Elder Xu picked up the jade gourd at his waist and poured a sip of wine.

"Bai Jushi, this guy's mind is clearer after he's drunk than when he's awake. I just taught him one or two moves last night!"

"Fan Jian has practiced all his skills. If you fight him, even breaking your hands may not hurt him! The only way is to throw him out with the Eight Immortals Fist! Isn't this effective?"

"Don't be too happy too soon!" Elder Yin said with a sweet smile.

“Although the effect is there, it’s a pity that it’s not great!”

It turned out that the moment Bai Jushi threw Fan Jian, Fan Jian had guessed what he was going to do, and quickly picked up the Biweiqing needle to bring him up. The two collided with each other, but the force was offset, and they just landed on Within the area, there is no out of bounds.

"Brother Fan, I have a moment!" Bai Jushi said with a smile.

"But I still have tricks!"

As Bai Jiushi spoke, his feet moved, and his whole body moved left and right, as if he was unable to walk steadily after being drunk.

Fan Jian smiled immediately when he saw this.

"What a coincidence! I also have another trick!"

I saw Fan Jian's feet also starting to move, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, sometimes walking, sometimes jumping, or turning around quickly, and he and Bai Jushi started walking in the battle area.

"What is he doing?" Elder Tie asked doubtfully.

Elder Dugu frowned and said in a deep voice: "It seems to be an extremely mysterious footwork!"

"footwork?"

Everyone was shocked again, can this kid know his footwork?