Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Above the Qingmu Gate Hall, there was only the sound of Hua Taishi's low sobs.

All ten elders frowned.

Xiao Guizang faced the ranking of previous heads and said nothing.

The atmosphere is chilly and gloomy.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Yao finally couldn't hold himself back and said in a deep voice.

"Taixu is my disciple! He died an untimely death, and I must not sit idly by and ignore it! I'm going to find Yuan Chang Gong!"

"Old poison!" Elder Tie said in a deep voice.

"This is no longer your business alone!"

"Xuanyuan Sect first killed my lecturer, and then secretly attacked and killed my disciples. Who can tolerate this? This matter must be fought to the end! Otherwise, our Qingmu Sect will not be able to raise its head in the world of spiritual cultivation. !" Elder Ji said angrily.

Even Elder Yin, who always had a smile on his face, frowned and said.

"In my opinion, the top priority is to inform all the disciples first and form a team to guard against any more sneak attacks and killings by Xuanyuan Clan!"

Elder Dugu frowned, looked at Xiao Guizang, and said in a deep voice.

"The leader..."

Xiao Guizang sighed slightly and said.

"If you want to start a war, you can! But Dugu Yifang and Shen Wuxin cannot take action! Moreover, their Nascent Soul cannot be killed. How long do you think the Qingmu Sect can hold on under such circumstances?"

"Why?" Elder Ji said in a deep voice.

"They destroyed Minglong's Nascent Soul and Taixu's Nascent Soul. Why can't we destroy their Nascent Soul?"

"This is the rule!" Elder Shen said with a sigh.

"If the other party doesn't send out saints, we can't send out saints. As for Nascent Soul... the Qingmu Sect has people all over the upper seven realms. It's inevitable that they will be involved with the people of Xuanyuan Sect. It's okay to break up the physical body, but if they want to destroy Yuanying, their family sect It doesn’t matter, for the Qingmu Gate, the door style will definitely be affected.”

When Elder Ji heard this, he immediately sneered and said.

"Today's situation is already a fight to the death. Unless Fan Jian is handed over, it will never be rectified!"

"We were right, why should we hand over Fan Jian!" Elder Yao said in a deep voice.

"Even if I want to pay him, I still don't know where he is!" Elder Yin said with a sigh.

Xiao Guizang said in a deep voice.

"Stop talking! It's impossible to make friends with people! Even if Fan Jian is here, it's impossible! The people of Qingmu Sect are not afraid of death! If they come, fight them!"

"We keep our hearts and break up their physical bodies. If the Nascent Soul cannot be killed, we will imprison them! As for those who destroy our Nascent Soul, keep their Nascent Soul and let the world of gods and cultivators judge them together!"

Elder Dugu stood up immediately after hearing this and said.

"Yes! I will summon all the disciples from outside the sect right now! Start a war!"

Backstage at the auction.

The steward was preparing for the afternoon auction when he saw Mr. Jin from Iron Sword Gate still kneeling on the ground.

Nearly two days have passed, and he has been kneeling there for two whole days without eating or drinking.

Although a warrior has always been physically strong, his body cannot bear it if he keeps sleeping and kneeling without eating or drinking.

There was no color left in his face.

The steward said with a sigh.

"Master Jin, the Immortal may not come today, so why do you keep kneeling to yourself?"

Mr. Jin opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a gust of wind. He turned around and saw Fan Jian and Gu Shengren floating over.

Fan Jian looked at Mr. Jin in surprise and said.

"Are you still here? You are so perseverant!"

Mr. Jin quickly turned his head and kowtowed and said.

"I beg the Immortal to accept me as his disciple!"

Fan Jian thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

"You really want me to teach you?"

Mr. Jin nodded.

"Then you have to show your loyalty!" Fan Jian said, taking out an enhanced version of the Burning Marrow Pill.

"This is a poison. If you eat it, I will accept you as my disciple!"

The saint was shocked when she saw this.

"This is……"

Fan Jian shook his head slightly, looked at Mr. Jin and said.

"How about it? Do you dare?"

Mr. Jin looked at the blue pill and immediately stuffed it into his mouth without thinking.

Suddenly a burning pain spread throughout his body.

Mr. Jin endured the severe pain and said.

"Please accept me as your disciple!"

When Fan Jian saw that he was about to burn, he immediately pulled him and said, dumbfounded.

"Follow my footsteps and never make a mistake!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jin immediately followed Fan Jian with all his attention.

The heat in his body made him sweat all over his body, his blood seemed to be boiling, and there were large blisters on his body.

When Fan Jian saw this, he led him to the Nine-Nine God Palace and said.

"Open your mouth!"

Mr. Jin immediately opened his mouth, and Fan Jian immediately flicked a healing medicine he had made into his mouth.

After walking for nearly two hours, until the auction was about to begin, the redness on Mr. Jin's body gradually faded away.

At this time, his whole body was black and stained, but he felt that his body was refreshed and he had already guessed that what he had taken was not poison.

He immediately knelt on the ground and said excitedly.

"Thank you Master!"

The saint said with a smile.

"This kid is not bad, he has perseverance, perseverance, and his talent is not bad. He is now at the third level of Qi Refining!"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"The footwork I just walked is called the Jiujiu Shenggong Step. Remember it clearly. If you practice hard, you will achieve something! As for the other techniques, I can't teach you anything. Just be my registered disciple. Bar!"

Mr. Jin's face was a little sad, but he still said.

"Thank you Master, what is the name of our sect?"

Fan Jian thought for a while and said.

"You are my disciple, so you are from Yunyu Sect!"

"Yunyu Sect..." Young Master Jin muttered.

When he looked up, he saw Fan Jian had already walked into the backstage of the auction.

Gu Shengren asked in confusion.

"Why did you give him that kind of pill?"

Fan Jian smiled and said.

"I don't know, but he is so eager for an opportunity, so just give him a chance!"

Gu Shengren nodded.

The auction ended quickly, and the price of this marrow cleansing pill was 160,000 taels of gold.

Mainly because of the loss of Master Jin's bid.

As for the buyer, it was still Monk Huiyuan.

After leaving with the money, the two went straight back to the village.

Fan Jian felt very comfortable in the past few days.

It was a different kind of comfort from Qingmu Sect.

In the last half month of Qingmu Sect, he was idle, but still for cultivation.

And here, in addition to teaching the children to practice every day, he practiced swordsmanship himself. His time was very fulfilling, but also very down-to-earth.

In this way, nearly two months of comfortable life passed.

Fan Jian's cultivation has finally reached the limit.

The five Dantians are full of true qi, and the next step is to condense the golden elixir.

"Once the golden elixir is condensed, the true qi in the rest of the sea of ​​qi will all return to the Dantian where the golden elixir is! So to get five golden elixirs, you can only condense five elixirs at the same time, and there can't be any time difference!"

Hearing the words of Gu Shengren, Fan Jian suddenly became nervous.

He quickly stuffed a handful of corn kernels into his mouth.

The fried green beans have been eaten.

Seeing Fan Jian's serious look, Gu Shengren immediately smiled and said.

"Don't be nervous, let it go, even if you condense two golden elixirs, you will still be unparalleled in the world!"

"No!" Fan Jian said.

"Either five, or one, two golden elixirs, then I will be a fool!"