I have a passive skill.

Ye Xiaotian stared into the distance intently, and said in a low voice: "Put hope on Xu Xiaoshou, I don't know how long it will take for him to grow up, why not wait for me to achieve Taixu, and save people myself."

Xiao Kongtong never looked back, the more he looked at the distant position, the more tense his heart became.

Of course he understands how powerful the Taixu achieved by the Space Profound Truth will be, and as long as he finds a way by then, the world may be so big that he can go anywhere.

So Ye Xiaotian's choice is understandable.

but……

"This cannot hide the fact that you are afraid." Xiao Kongtong moved his eyes.

"That's a half saint! It's not Taixu who took the holy blood, nor are they fakes pretended by Xu Xiaoshou!" Ye Xiaotian was furious, "You can make fun of your life, I have been practicing hard for so many years, why?"

Laughing Kongtong listened happily: "For 'dare not'? For 'survival'?"

Ye Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, then burst into anger, the spiritual energy in the space gathered, and he was about to make a move.

"This is the gap between you and Sang Qiye..." Xiao Kongtong was unmoved, and with a single sentence, the latter stopped his movements suddenly.

"He can part ways with me because of different ways, and only do his own things for decades."

"As for you, you are hiding in a small Tiansang Linggong. For so many years, I am afraid that even your will has been wiped out."

"Ye Xiaotian, think about it carefully!"

Smiling, Kongtong turned around, and said earnestly: "Yu Lingdi is only so old, and he has already understood the profound meaning of the water system. With your resources, you should have reached this point long ago!"

"If you are still complacent about the breakthrough that is decades late, maybe the road ahead will come to an end here, and you are still talking too much?"

"Easyness will not make people progress."

"Retiring bravely in the rapids and protecting oneself wisely, it is also impossible for any genius to become a saint!"

Ye Xiaotian was shocked, his pupils constricted.

He has heard these words...

Every time Mr. Sang came back from a trip, he would have a drink and chat with them in the thatched cottage.

And every time, what he said the most was nothing more than...

"Tian Sang Ling Palace is a prison cage. The bird in the cage who can't see the outside sky will be complacent because of the current comfortable situation, but requires a greater breakthrough. If this cage is not broken... the bird will eventually belong to the bird, the swan Always a swan."

In his memory, the same is true of the last words old man Sang said to him after Ye Xiaotian's arm was severed by the eight gods that night in Tiansang Linggong.

"Ye Xiaotian, be decisive in the future, if you are decisive, you will be severed, how many times have I told you this old man!"

Yes!

I am the fourth son of the Holy Palace in the past. When did I develop this timid and submissive mentality?

Just like the advice of a close relative, people's natural reaction is to go in the left ear and out the right ear, but the care of a stranger who has never met before can make people feel warm.

Ye Xiaotian seemed to be enlightened, and finally realized that Sang Lao had realized his problem many years ago, and he had advised him many times.

But I am always in the dark!

Didn't realize it?

Do not!

I dare not!

Don't dare to pierce that layer, don't dare to see the sky outside again, willing to be a frog at the bottom of the well, and keep a pure land!

"Ah……"

Ye Xiaotian shook his head and suddenly smiled.

He finally understood why the last step that trapped him broke for no apparent reason, only after watching a battle in the Eighth Palace.

He should have broken through!

But it was because of being imprisoned in the cage for many years that so much time was wasted.

Why was Yu Lingdi able to master the secrets of the water system when he was around twenty?That's because he fights all the time!

However, he is the fourth son of the Holy Palace, but because of the so-called "cowardice", he has delayed the road of refining the spirit for so long.

Even if he has mastered the profound meaning of space now, when Huang Quan is being tortured by blood as soon as he makes a move, unconsciously, he is so afraid that he shuts himself up.

Yes!

It means "scared"!

The guy in front of me is right, hitting the nail on the head!

He, Ye Xiaotian, was afraid of the death of the eight masters, and was terribly afraid of Huangquan. He had shot twice in so many years, and he was beaten to the point of autism. He was extremely afraid!

Looking at the fluctuation of the holy power in the distance, Ye Xiaotian's mood was turbulent, and the Tao around him manifested, and above the faint nine heavens, there was a gathering of wind and thunder, which was about to turn into a calamity cloud.

Smiling Kongtong raised his eyes:? ? ?

what happened?

What happened to you? !

Ye Xiaotian then raised his eyes, looked at Jiutian Jieyun, and forcibly resisted the impulse.

His eyes became firm, and his eyes fell back on the guy in front of him who had awakened the dreamer with his words, and he sighed:

"I have to say, you kid not only pretends to be very similar, but also has strong strength. When you talk, you have a set of tricks. There is indeed something."

you kid?

Laughing, Kongtong's eyelids twitched, and he snorted coldly: "Ye Xiaotian, speak with respect!"

"Aren't you the Eight Masters?" Ye Xiaotian smiled, not even in a questioning tone.

"Oh?" Laughing Kongtong's heart tightened.

"If you are really familiar with the eight gods, Xu Xiaoshou probably died countless times with your rubbish positioning method. Before he died, it was difficult to get your support." Ye Xiaotian's eyes were full of laughter.

"And from the point of view of how well you have protected the eight gods, and in terms of strength, you are no longer as simple as the so-called fanatical admirer of the Eighth Sword Immortal."

"In this world, there are only a few people who can do this for the Eight Masters, and who can master so many first realms of the Nine Great Swordsmanship."

"Wen Jianxian counts as one, a good friend of the eight masters, but he won't go all out for this."

"So, your identity is self-evident..."

Ye Xiaotian paused for a moment, he was extremely convinced, he stopped every word, and said emphatically: "Brother Canyue Xiancheng——Smile, Kongtong, Kongtong!"

The slightly sarcasm smile on Xiao Kongtong's face froze immediately, and he felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed his soul, and suddenly became... a little scary!

"how are you……"

"Don't pretend, there are really not many Gu Jianxiu who can do this. It's not like I haven't seen the world." Ye Xiaotian interrupted.

Xiao Kongtong sighed heavily, no longer pretending, bowed his body slightly, and said respectfully: "Smile Kongtong in Yuexian City, I have met senior."

Should I say it or not, I was born half an age late.

The white-haired Daoist boy in front of him is Sang Qiye's friend, and Sang Qiye is the teacher's friend. After calculation, this is indeed his senior.

In Xiao Kongtong's mind, respecting the teacher and respecting the way will always come first.

"It's not bad." Ye Xiaotian looked at the corners of his lips upturned, "It's a bit educated, and the tone of speech is quite respectful."

"..." Smiling Kongtong felt his liver ache. Why did he suddenly change his status and status, and it was his turn to serve others?

"Don't talk about seniors, no matter how much Xu Xiaoshou can last, he can't last long now, let's go there quickly." Xiao Kongtong didn't want to get entangled in this topic anymore.

Ye Xiaotian also suppressed his smile, and his expression became serious.

Floating in the void, he slowly pushed forward, and said slowly: "I can go face the saint with you, but I have agreed in advance that I am not strong right now, and I cannot beat the half saint."

"Heh." Smiling Kongtong raised his chest subconsciously, "It's okay, I'm..."

"You are not the Eighth Sword Immortal, nor do you have the knowledge of the Eighth Sword Immortal!" Ye Xiaotian interrupted sharply, "You can hide it from others, but the semi-saint is not as simple as you think."

Ye Xiaotian turned his head, with an extremely heavy expression on his face: "Since you are not the Eight Masters, you must have never seen a few half-sages in your life, because you need to deal with the situation of half-sages, your teacher will not let you take action."

Laughing Kongtong hesitated to speak, but what he said was good.

"I'm different..." Ye Xiaotian's eyes were full of fear, and he said to himself, "The half saint in my memory, one finger can crush you and me!"

Laughing Kongtong opened his lips and teeth again, but it was difficult to utter a rebuttal.

"Have to try."

The task assigned by the teacher is to protect Xu Xiaoshou, and it is impossible to turn a blind eye.

"It's time to try, but you can't be as stubborn as you, you have to plan..."

Ye Xiaotian paused for a moment, shortened his body, and took the initiative to lower half of the head of the person in front of him, then spread his hands, and said very freely:

"Let me declare first, I can't even fight Huang Quan, and I can't withstand a single blow from Half Saint, so..."

"How tall are you?"

"Me?" Smiling Kongtong was slightly stunned, then he inhaled slightly, and said with his chest out, "It's as high as the sky!"

"Oh? You're so tall?" Ye Xiaotian didn't believe it. The strongest standard surname under the half-sage was eight - the height of the sky was one foot eight, who would dare to be half a Qingju?

Laughing Kongtong is strong, but compared to the predecessors who are really famous all over the world, not to mention that they are unknown, they can only be regarded as powerful, right?

Where does he have the confidence to be as tall as the sky, but only a head lower than the Bazun?

"It's that high!" Xiao Kongtong said firmly.

"It's so tall, how long can it last under the hands of the semi-sage?" Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows.

"Ten breaths!"

(End of this chapter)

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"Yo ho, then you are very strong!"

Half Saint's subordinates, ordinary Seven Sword Immortals dare not say that they can last ten breaths.

Xiao Kongtong, a rising star, dares to say such a thing, either because he is arrogant, or because he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Ye Xiaotian smiled at first, then turned serious, and said solemnly: "Then let me tell you another fact... Teng Shanhai died at the hands of the one in front, and before he died, he showed the power of a demon god!"

Teng Shanhai?

Teng Shanhai, the head of the war department?

--died?

Xiao Kongtong was taken aback for a moment, looked into the distance, and then looked back at the person in front of him, with a suspicious look on his face: "Didn't you say that you dare not look?"

Is this the point... Ye Xiaotian was speechless, "I don't dare to look at the half saint, and I don't dare to peek at other people?"

Laughing Kongtong: "..."

"Now tell me, how tall are you left?" Ye Xiaotian asked again with a smile.

Laughing Kongtong took another deep breath: "Ten breaths are said, ten breaths, one breath less, I will take your last name!"

"Good confidence, you'd better be able to do it." Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows.

"You save people, I'm dead... I can resist within ten breaths, and I will die after ten breaths." Xiao Kongtong also confirmed, "I hope your space secrets will not let me down."

"Don't worry, if you last ten breaths, I won't fail to save anyone." Ye Xiaotian nodded.

"Then let's go, Xu Xiaoshou is still waiting for us." Xiao Kongtong looked deathly, and was about to leave.

"Wait first..." Ye Xiaotian was not in such a hurry, he stirred up something in the space ring, and then picked out pill bottles one by one.

"What is this?" Kongtong laughed curiously.

"Holy blood."

"Holy blood?" Smiling Kongtong's eyes widened, "This bottle...is it all?"