Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Heavenly Sword Way!"

"Wind Sword Way!"

In the valley, after nearly three months of practice, the cultivation levels of all the girls have improved significantly.

Fan Jian spared no effort for them. In addition to three meals a day, he also had three top-quality spirit-accumulating pills produced by himself. Even the inner disciples of the Qingmu Sect could not enjoy such treatment.

In addition, they study hard every day. In addition to eating and sleeping, they spend most of their time playing chasing games with the footwork of Jiujiu Shengongbu.

This is also the method proposed by Fan Jian. They are all still children. Being able to practice the exercises while having fun will not only satisfy the children's entertainment instinct, but also allow them to improve their cultivation.

Now among the two hundred girls, the one with the lowest cultivation level has reached the third level of sword energy, and Yun Ling has reached the fifth level of Qi training, and is only one step away from building the foundation.

Now, they are practicing the Six Void Sword Techniques, and from the looks of it, many of them are already able to release their sword energy.

Seeing that the cultivation of these children was gradually improving, the Saint could not help but smile and sighed slightly.

When Fan Jian heard her sigh, he immediately came over with a piece of roasted corn and asked with a smile.

"My beautiful lady, why are you sighing?"

The saint frowned, stood up and returned to the house.

Fan Jian was confused.

Recently, she has a straight face every day, and when she talks to her, she either ignores her or gives her a cold look, just like her aunt is here.

But who's aunt stays here for half a month and doesn't leave?

"Tch! Maybe there is no aunt who is over a hundred years old!"

Fan Jian curled his lips, raised his hand and threw the wooden stick into the brazier.

When the system is turned on, the small receiving value has reached 150,000.

It’s time to unleash a wave of skills!

Fan Jian rubbed his hands and curled his lips when he saw the specific scratch-off ticket worth 20,000 yuan.

What a scam!

It’s better to draw 1,000!

Looking at the ten scratch cards in front of him, Fan Jian clasped his hands and said.

"Aunt Tathagata, Jade Emperor and Lao Buddha, Master! Your spirits in heaven must bless me, the European Emperor!"

Facts have proven that if you call God by the wrong name when praying to Him, you will never get good results!

Looking at the seven pictures in front of him that are certain next time and the two pictures that are not certain next time, Fan Jian rolled his eyes immediately.

"It's like this every time. Do you have to have a big guarantee before you're willing to ship?"

Fan Jian sighed and scratched off the last coating.

"Not necessarily next time!"

"Fuck you!"

Fan Jian threw the scratch card on the ground, stepped on it, and spat.

No guarantee is given!

What do you need?

The system is also really user-friendly. Knowing that scratch cards can easily make people angry, they deliberately allowed Fan Jian to throw the scratch cards on the ground and stomp on them, otherwise Fan Jian would not even have a chance to vent his anger.

"Forget it, it's not really needed anyway, so let's leave it at that! Keep this big guarantee, maybe it will come in handy next time you need it in an emergency!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian sat down and looked up at the sky.

"I miss the Qingmu Gate a bit!" Fan Jian murmured to himself.

"Then go back!"

I saw Gu Shengren walking slowly, sitting on the ground like Fan Jian, and said with a smile.

"But they haven't fully mastered the Six Void Sword Techniques yet!"

Fan Jian pointed at the children and said.

"I can also teach them!" Gu Shengren said.

"You've been out for so long, it's time to go back and take a look."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't come back?" Fan Jian asked with a frown.

The saint sighed slightly, twitching the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"This is your sect! Regardless of whether you come back or not, you are still the leader of Yunyu Sect!"

Fan Jian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart when he heard this.

It seems that at this moment, there is some sadness!

"Let's go tomorrow. I'll take you back tomorrow. My blood demon's inner seed breaks out tonight and I need you to stop me!" said the Saint.

Fan Jian's mind went blank and he nodded numbly.

"oh!"

Gushengren smiled, stood up, walked towards the children and said.

"Shall we play ghost hunting? I'll catch you!"

"good!"

Looking at the red figure chasing the children, Fan Jian couldn't help but sigh.

He seemed to have another strange feeling for Gu Shengren. At that moment, he realized that he had such thoughts!

"No, no, no! The generation gap is too serious! Even if she were my grandma at her age, my grandpa would still be stabbed in the spine and said he has an Oedipus complex!"

Fan Jian quickly shook his head, forcing himself to think of Ye Qingqing, Wen Ruoshui, and even Liu Yanxi's green tea!

"It's okay, I'll go out for a walk tomorrow, go back to the sect and report that I'm safe and then come back! There should be nothing wrong!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian let out a long sigh of relief.

At night, the sky is covered and the four poles are dark.

Fan Jian and Gu Shengren sat on the top of the mountain, looking up at the occasional clouds and mists in the sky.

Fan Jian looked at the side face of the Saint Gu as she looked up at the sky. It was as round as a jasper bead and as delicate as clear fat.

After thinking for a while, he asked.

"There's something I haven't asked you yet!"

"What?"

The saintess turned to look at Fan Jian, her eyes as gentle as dew and as clear as stars.

Fan Jian was shocked and quickly turned his head and said.

"Haha, it's... nothing... I just want to ask if you have met any Taoist companions you like, people you like, etc. after so many years of experience."

Gu Shengren looked at Fan Jian, suddenly smiled and said.

"What do you think?"

"I guess you are so beautiful, there must be a lot of people who like you!" Fan Jian curled his lips and said.

"I estimate that 60%, no, 70% of the male gods regard you as their dream lover!"

"What do they do to me?" Gu Shengren said with a smile:

"My experience is to challenge all kinds of masters. They have been trampled under my feet all the way. They can't even hate me, so how can they like me?"

"Hey, that's right!" Fan Jian suddenly smiled and said:

"When I first met you, I was still scolding you in my heart as a tiger aunt and an old witch!"

Gu Shengren didn't say anything.

Fan Jian was a little panicked and said quickly.

"I'm kidding! I don't think so now! You..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Shengren's eyes were red as blood, and the veins on his face were bulging. He glared at Fan Jian and raised his hand to attack with a claw.

"I'll go! Come as soon as you say!"

Fan Jian jumped back, raised his hand and waved, and the silver needle appeared in his hand.

He took out two or three hundred silver needles, thought about it, and put them back, leaving only a hundred in his hand.

"Just hold her down! Don't hurt her!"

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, and the green micro-clear needle shot out with great force.

The silver needle immediately pierced into the body of the Gu Saint, and was bounced out by the protective aura.

"This is such a ridiculous probability!"

A 1% probability does not mean that one out of a hundred attacks will hit.

The Gu Saint was as crazy as a demon, and rushed towards Fan Jian again.