Fantasy: All my skills are passive

All these old-timers like to play this game?

First coax and then deceive, and then force the master to pass on his skills?

I almost lost my life after eating a sword pill, and now there are four relics?

Fan Jian hurriedly checked his body.

I saw that after the relics merged into his body, they did not exist in a solid form, but turned into a burst of energy similar to true qi flowing through his limbs and bones.

But this energy was not controlled by Fan Jian, and wandered aimlessly in his body, just like taking a walk.

However, it did not cause any harm at present, but the places where it flowed were warm.

After looking for a long time and not seeing anything, Fan Jian withdrew from the inner vision.

"Let's run away quickly! The Buddha's light of this old monk is obviously to notify other monks! If I really want to be the head monk, I will be finished!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian quickly took out Jingji and jumped.

I felt the strange energy in my body suddenly move, faster than the speed of the true qi, and instantly filled my legs.

Without the infusion of true qi, Fan Jian immediately fell off Jingji.

I'm here!

Fan Jian looked at his body in shock and anger. At this time, the energy seemed to have nothing happened and continued to wander in his body.

Fan Jian swallowed his saliva immediately.

He pretended to fly and mobilized the true qi.

The energy instantly filled the meridians of his legs like a wild horse, completely isolating the flow of true qi.

"I'm here!"

Fan Jian couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly. For a while, the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests flew away in fright, and his echoes were all over the mountains and plains.

"You dog monk! What the hell did you put in my body!"

Fan Jian almost cried.

Could it be...

Fan Jian's mind moved, he picked up the Jingji Sword, and operated the Six Void Sword Technique.

Sure enough! The true energy flew again, not only blocking the true energy of the Six Void Sword Art, but also occupying the entire meridians, blocking the Dantian.

"Hehe..." Fan Jian's facial muscles twitched the corners of his mouth, and he grinned with a hint of sneer.

"I'm a cripple? I'm a cripple again?"

"I'll do it!"

Fan Jian was immediately furious, picked up the Jingji Sword and swung the sword.

But he saw that the strange energy was transported to his arm, and the sword was swung. Suddenly, a strong Buddha light condensed on the sword body, and then turned into a ray of light and shot out.

I saw that the light was hitting the mountain wall. After a muffled sound, a fist-sized hole appeared on the mountain wall.

Fan Jian looked at the mountain wall in astonishment. He walked over and saw that the hole was unknown how deep, but when he put his hand over it, he could clearly feel a stream of air.

"Break through?"

Fan Jian was immediately shocked.

When he floated over just now, he saw the size of the mountain. At the height where Fan Jian was standing, the diameter of the mountain was not too much, eight hundred miles!

Fan Jian took a deep breath, put away the Jingji Sword, raised his fists, and used his true energy to concentrate his hands.

The energy really took the lead in occupying the meridians.

Fan Jian punched the mountain wall.

A violent burst of energy surged out, and the fist force penetrated Fan Jian's hands and went straight into the mountain wall.

Half of the mountain peak, nearly a hundred feet high, was completely shattered, and the rubble like a waterfall fell from the mountain wall, revealing a new layer of stone inside.

This light punch actually smashed down a layer of nearly fifty centimeters on the hundred-foot square mountain wall!

Fan Jian looked at the intact fist emitting bursts of golden light in astonishment, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

What the hell is this?

I should be happy to have obtained such a strong power, but why can't I be happy at all?

What should I do with Qingmumen's skills?

What should I do with Gongyang's mind technique?

What should I do if I can't fly anymore?

It takes at least ten days to fly from Zhuluo Shajia Realm to Wusijiangyou Realm, and there are hundreds of thousands of miles of smooth cliffs in between. Now that I can't fly, can I just walk there on my feet?

Wouldn't that make me a fake monk?

Fan Jian could already imagine himself walking alone on the mountain road with a stick in his hand and a beard!

Journey to the West? Am I Tang Monk?

"No! I don't want this stupid energy! Get out of my body!"

Fan Jian roared and swung his fists, hitting the ground one by one.

Under the infusion of energy, the hard ground under his feet began to crack, and the vibration like a landslide spread across most of the mountain.

The surrounding trees were crooked and fell, and some were even uprooted by the punch, shaking like beer bottles on a trampoline.

Fan Jian punched one by one, but was surprised to find that as he punched, the energy did not decrease at all, and even seemed to increase a little.

The fists that were condensed with energy became golden and flashed. Fan Jian suddenly remembered the golden body of Wei Tuo of Wusheng monk in his mind!

So that's it!

Fan Jian sat on the ground and looked at his hands helplessly.

In order to make him willing to be the head of the Sakya Sect, the old monk condensed his power into a relic and merged it into his body.

While intercepting the true energy, it turned into another energy that can be used directly!

In this way, his past skills are equivalent to being completely abolished, and he can't use it anyway.

As for this golden energy, if he learns the skills of the Sakya Sect, he will definitely be able to exert ten times or even a hundred times the power!

This flute medicine Buddha! Old bald donkey!

He actually calculated so deeply!

"Great! Do you think that if you don't let me use my true energy, I will just be a monk? What a beautiful idea!"

Fan Jian sneered and growled.

"Isn't it just a matter of walking back to Wusijiangyoujie? I'll show you how!"

Just as he was talking, he saw several golden lights flying towards him and falling directly in front of him.

The leader was an old monk.

No, the dozen or so people flying here are all monks!

Bald head dazzling.

Fan Jian suddenly felt like crying but had no tears left.

Damn it!

Still found!

The old monk looked at Fan Jian and then at the bonfire at the entrance of the cave. He immediately clasped his hands together and bowed to Fan Jian and said.

"See you after the dust of the relic palace..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Jian ducked away.

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and bowed again.

"See palm..."

Fan Jian hid again.

Liao Chen blinked and waved to the monks behind him.

I saw those burly monks immediately stepped forward and grabbed Fan Jian's hands and feet.

Liao Chen then bowed and said, "See the leader!"

"Damn! You are sick, aren't you!" Fan Jian said angrily.

"I'm not your leader! Get out of my way!"

Wu Xiang nodded, and the monks immediately let go of their hands.

Fan Jian frowned and looked at them.

The muscles all over these monks were tangled, and there was a faint golden light flashing through them. They looked almost as good as Wu Sheng.

And this old monk is obviously their leader, and his cultivation level is only high but not low.

Are there only so many masters of the Sakyamuni Sect? Adding inanimation, wouldn’t there be eight or nine saints?

There are only two Qingmu Gates!

In fact, this was Fan Jian's overthinking. The cultivation level of these seven monks was indeed similar to that of Wu Sheng, which was only the first level.

Wu Sheng is the first level of saints, and they are the fifth level of transcending tribulations.

Specializes in the Vedas Golden Body Casting Technique.

Together with the monk Wu Sheng, they are collectively known as the Eight Great Vajras of the Sakyamuni Sect!