I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 170

[Chapter 168 The Emperor’s Capital Cheng Xingchu]

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Bianyan had already heard a bit of meaning, but asked without leaving a trace.

If it wasn’t for what he wanted, and he was more interested in the rise of Tiansang Linggong in recent decades, he would not necessarily come in person.

A letter of help, no matter how beautifully written it is, it would be good to have an elder.

Is it not enough to come to the battle by yourself?

Ye Xiaotian’s eyes narrowed, he was really angry!

Holy slave!

This is “Saint Slave”!

Is the Holy Temple crazy, this is an organization that can be played with?

It has been written in the letter for help that it may be the leader of the “Saint Slave”, and even more than one person may come this time.

These guys are not stupid, it should be impossible to think that I will set them up in advance, and I will definitely be prepared.

But…

just came a branch hall master?

And bring two little kids?

Are you enough of people to fight tooth sacrifices, you think it’s a family game!

Ye Xiaotian clenched his fists. Originally, this was a good opportunity to catch everything in one go, and it was what the Holy Spirit Temple had been craving for a long time, otherwise the letter of help would not have been given to them only.

But now…

his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he suddenly remembered Sang Lao’s words, the Holy Spirit Temple’s stocking policy for “sacred slaves”?

Could it be that what Old Man Sang said was true?

In this silent silence, everyone could see that Ye Xiaotian’s mood was wrong, what’s more, the white-haired Taoist boy barely concealed it.

The anger of the young man in the back is about to burn out. He has never seen anyone who dares to treat the Holy Spirit Palace like this, even if the white-haired Taoist boy in front of him is the palace master of a spiritual palace.

“Palace Ye, what do you mean, do you think that the people sent by our Holy Spirit Temple are not enough?” His voice was a bit cold.

Jiang Bianyan’s heart skipped a beat.

This kid is spoiled in the Holy Spirit Temple, dare to speak like this?

The guy in front of him is not an ordinary throne, even if it is an ordinary throne, such a real powerhouse who touches the Dao, how can you be a mere genius who can refute it?

However, as soon as the boy’s words came out, it was already difficult to accept.

Just as Jiang Bianyan was about to speak, Ye Xiaotian raised his hand to restrain him and looked at the young man with interest.

“What’s your name?” The

terrifying coercion struck, the boy’s body trembled violently, and he almost fell off the cloud, and cold sweat broke out.

But he forced himself to stabilize his figure and realized that this might be the test of his predecessors. After all, he had experienced a lot of this kind of small scene in the Holy Temple!

“Cheng Xingchu!” There was a look of determination in the boy’s eyes.

“Cheng Xingchu…”

Ye Xiaotian tilted his head and chewed these words, then looked at the young man again, his eyes narrowed.

boom!

The void shattered, the clouds dissipated.

Cheng Xingchu’s body softened, and he completely lost his mobility, falling from the sky like a dead dog.

”

Ah—” The terrified call echoed in the nine days, and the sound stopped Xingyun.

“No!” Jiang Bianyan was shocked and shot out instantly, but when he reached out, he realized that he had come a hundred feet away.

The power of space…

His pupils shrank, and he realized something.

This is almost an invincible attribute of the same rank, not to mention that Ye Xiaotian has a record of killing enemies by leaps and bounds.

The white-haired Taoist boy in front of him is not a virtual throne, but a real reputation!

Cheng Xingchu felt like there was a black hole sucking and pulling him below, and he couldn’t control his figure at all.

A bow.

There really is a black hole…

“Damn it!”

This motherfucker is a senior’s test?

Damn it! This is it!

“You’re crazy! You dare to kill me? Do you know who I am?” Cheng Xingchu cried out in panic, but he found in despair that his body still showed no signs of stopping.

Chi!

Darkness engulfs everything in front of you…

dead?

Cheng Xingchu’s eyelids trembled, and then he lifted it gently.

The light hits again, the sky is still dim and yellow, but there is a beauty of life.

The pupil focus recovered, Jiang Bianyan was still in front, and a woman with an indifferent face next to him, Ye Xiaotian, who seemed to want to kill, still stared at him.

“…”

Dream?

Cheng Xingchu wished that this was a dream at this moment, but the laughing voices below reminded him all the time that his image was gone…

“Hahaha, look at you, pee, pee?”

“Don’t In this way, the visitor is a guest, and this is also a congenital… Pffhaha, no, I can’t hold back, is this a congenital?”

“Which master is this, is it weaned? It’s really fierce to me. It’s over!”

“Hey, you dare to kill me? You know who I am!”

“…”

Cheng Xingchu bowed his head, his trousers were slightly stained with water, and he vowed that if he had a knife in his hand now, he would rush down and kill him Those acquired ants!

Ling Yuan evaporated the water marks to dryness without leaving a trace, and he took a deep breath, “I…”

“When adults speak, children should not interrupt.” Ye Xiaotian said lightly.

Seeing the eyes that seemed to be hiding a black hole in front of him condensed again, Cheng Xingchu almost fainted on the spot, and he felt that he might have nightmares in the future.

Damn Tiansangling Palace, wait for me!

When I become stronger, today’s shame…

“Shame!”

A cold female voice rang in his ears, Cheng Xingchu’s mouth twitched, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he found that he was still speechless after all.

Ye Xiaotian looked at the young woman.

The veil covers the face, the star pupils are different, and the cultivation base is… ordinary.

He smiled at Jiang Bianyan and said, “The disciples of the Holy Spirit Temple are really extraordinary. They are still noisy when they are in danger, and they are calm after a major event. Such disciples are really rare.”

“I see this Cheng Xingchu .

, with the resources to become a holy emperor, Jiang Palace Master should focus on training.”

Jiangbian Yan’s mouth twitched.

Ye Xiaotian stretched out his hand and whispered a word in his mouth:

“Please!” The

fingertips were facing the inside, but how could Jiangbian Yan not hear the meaning of expelling guests?

There was an unbearable anger in his heart.

This Ye Xiaotian is too disrespectful. Could it be that by virtue of his status as the head of the branch hall of the Holy Temple, he can’t make him pretend to make excuses?

To frighten Cheng Xingchu to pee in front of everyone’s eyes, isn’t this the same as throwing his face on Jiangbian Yan?

After all, he was brought out by himself!

If he really wants to turn around and leave, what a nonsense letter for help, go and help yourself!

But when he thinks that his big thing has not been done yet, Jiang Bianyan is entangled again…

“Please!”

There was a warm spring breeze on the face, and Jiangbian Yan followed the direction of Ye Xiaotian’s finger and strode in from the void.

Ye Xiaotian was stunned, he didn’t do enough?

Or is this guy really so good on his face?

Please?

“Then let’s go together…” He glanced at the boys and girls behind him lightly, and with a flick of his body, he went to lead the way.

Cheng Xingchu looked stunned, this person has already sent off guests like this, still going in?

Hall Master, is this brain pumping?

The woman on one side had already fluttered away, Cheng Xingchu looked at the noisy crowd below, and felt sick for a while.

He didn’t want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

“Miss Zhiwen, wait for me!”

…

The outer courtyard has returned to silence, and the arrival of three white-clothed visitors is more to bring some after-dinner talk, and to strengthen the group of little guys who have just entered the spiritual palace. The heart of the strong.

Only those old fritters who have stayed in the Ling Palace for a long time and have some experience will stare at the sky in a daze.

“Holy Temple?”

“How can these guys come to the Ling Palace? Is there something big about to happen…”

…

Tuk Tuk!

The broken willows by the Goose Lake have grown lush again, and a young man in sackcloth walked out of the shadows. He was leaning on crutches, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be a blind man.

With its head slightly lowered, the fat goose in the lake flapped its wings and opened its mouth to take it into the water.

However, the fish fluttered and escaped the fatal blow.

The blind young man stretched out his hand and seemed to want to touch the surface of the water, but only touched the white jade railing… If he wanted to catch the water, he would have to fall into the lake.

The last ray of sunset on the horizon was engulfed, and the evening breeze was blowing.

“It’s cool in late summer and autumn… Yu Zhiwen…”

“Are you here too…”

“Yo!” A well-dressed woman came not far away, and put her hand on the blind young man’s shoulder.

“You’re also a contemporaneous student? Why don’t I seem to have seen you?” The

blind young man looked sideways, as if looking at the hand that held his shoulder.

He tilted his head again, and a face full of ugly scars appeared in front of the woman who approached him.

Boom!

The woman fell to the ground in fright, her eyes full of terror.

“You you you…”

“Excuse me!”

He ran away.