I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"puff!"

This wave of conversation turned, even if it was a housewarming move, he spit out all the tea in his mouth.

Cheng Xingchu all stayed for a while, not waiting to speak, Xu Xiaoshou continued:

"If you win, you will be respected by me and Miss Zhiwen. How about you give me this sword if you lose?"

He put his hand to the side, Yu Zhiwen looked puzzled.

Why do you guys pull me in?

"Better than the flesh?"

Cheng Xingchu seemed to be angry, but in fact the rationality still existed, and there was no simple thing to get to his position.

Just the word "flesh" reminded him of the legend that went viral in the outer courtyard in recent days.

Xu Santou, Xu Liubi, Xu Zhenlong...

Could it be that Xu Xiaoshou is the legendary Senior Brother Xu of the Outer Court, that rare innate body?

Jiangbian Yan and Yu Zhiwen also thought of something immediately, and the two looked at each other thoughtfully.

Cheng Xingchu asked in surprise, "So you... are you really an innate body?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't answer, he was tacitly acquiescing, and he was just sneer.

What about the innate body?

In a hard body, when you encounter your own sword, you will be pierced in an instant!

"It's okay if the rules are set. After all, it's good for you. It's this bet..."

Win or lose all on your own sword?

Cheng Xingchu smiled mockingly, shook his head and sarcastically said, "You really treat me as a fool!"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

The air was silent for a second.

"puff!"

Housewarming once again sprayed hot tea, misty sky.

He immediately put the tea cup down, and didn't dare to drink any more. Xu Xiaoshou served tea, it was extremely poisonous!

Cheng Xingchu's forehead burst into three blue veins, twitching at once.

He gasped heavily and stared at the serious young man opposite, as if he had lost his ability to speak.

"Let's do it." Xu Xiaoshou saw that he didn't speak, and continued: "If you don't like it, I will change the rules. Let's compare swords. The bet is still this."

"..."

Cheng Xingchu was completely confused. He felt like a monkey, being played alive.

"Okay, just bet on this!"

The seemingly impulsive roar was actually thoughtful.

This kid is really not afraid of death, and even gave up the advantage of innate physical body to compare with himself. He really thinks he can crush himself in all directions?

"sit."

Xu Xiaoshou instructed Cheng Xingchu not to be impulsive, and after he sat down again, he joked, "Sword and kendo are nothing more than ‘sword’ and ‘dao."

"In this way, in order to avoid hurting the peace, you and I will not move, and you will speak your sword with one mouth. In the end, where your spirit sword belongs depends on its own will."

"how is it?"

Everyone was stunned. This form of competition, even the three big men from both sides, was the first time they saw each other, and each one was a little surprised.

Cheng Xingchu was happy.

I am the master of the spirit sword. Although I have already experienced Xu Xiaoshou's anger and desperation, I still want to use my sword...

"Haha, Xu Xiaoshou, do you really think you can speak the law?"

"It's like fighting, I'm Cheng Xingchu picked it up!"

"Just let go!"

He held down his spirit sword, turned his head and said disdainfully: "I want to see how you move me..."

Hum!

When the words were not over, the sword in his hand trembled violently, and Cheng Xingchu was stunned.

The white sword aura that flutters out, this is...

"Sword Intent?"

His eyes widened instantly, Xu Xiaoshou was not only a congenital physical body, but also a congenital sword intent?

With such a double repair of sword and body, even if you look at the entire continent, it is a rare existence, and Xu Xiaoshou in front of him is such a character?

Cheng Xingchu panicked, he had never expected this result.

It's like someone happened to remember the world's first peak, but it is difficult for him to understand and tell the second peak.

Maybe there is, then this person is absolutely idle!

Cheng Xingchu is not busy, even if he happens to know that the spiritual palace has an innate body, he will not take the initiative to understand who this person is.

If it hadn't been for the idea, he hadn't even discovered that Xu Xiaoshou was the big brother of the outer courtyard.

So at this moment, he could only hold on to his spirit sword desperately.

After all, he didn't even comprehend the sword intent of Hou Tian... what he came to was the flow of spiritual skills, not the flow of mood!

"You lied to me?"

Cheng Xingchu's eyes were red. As a master, he had to work hard to stop Sabre from leaving. This is a shame!

"How can I lie to you?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked inexplicably, "Even in a life-and-death battle, you can't ask the enemy to show you the cards in advance, let alone we just sit and talk!"

Cheng Xingchu subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but he could no longer think about where there was a problem.

The spirit essence that burst out was just to hold down the fifth-grade saber.

Buzzing--

Xu Xiaoshou's face was calm and calm, but his sword was shaking.

This is the power of Yijingliu. To deal with these spiritual skills genres, as long as they fail to make a move in advance, they will never be able to make a move.

Seeing Cheng Xingchu's increasingly sordid face, Xu Xiaoshou reminded: "You can't make a move!"

Cheng Xingchu's face was green.

If you continue like this, you will not be able to control your saber. Instead of doing this, you might as well take the momentum and cut out a spiritual skill to completely crush Xu Xiaoshou's conspiracy!

His eyes shrank, he immediately drew his sword!

A sword light seemed to fly out, and at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly tilted his head to look at Yu Zhiwen, who seemed to be bending the green jade fingers instantly stiff.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve robe, the young man put his hand in nothingness.

"The sword is coming!"

Keng——

With a scream, the spirit skills that had never been born instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of spiritual mist and flying, like a haze.

Like an edict from the gods, Cheng Xingchu could no longer control the spirit sword in his hand. After a joyous cry, he let go, and shook out a perfect sword flower in the void, straight into Xu Xiaoshou's right hand, which was turning around.

Boom!

A muffled sound, steady and steady.

The strong wind brought by the spirit sword directly stirred a few strands of long hair on Xu Xiaoshou's forehead and hit Yuzhi's warm face, who was sitting shoulder to shoulder.

Xu Xiaoshou's lips twitched, he deliberately brought a bit of frivolousness, and lowered his voice:

"Competition between men, you can't take action!"

Yu Zhiwen stared at it.

That "sword is coming" style, the attitude of receiving the sword that never looked back...

In addition, the spiritual fog that fell from the sky like a stream behind the youth automatically blurred everyone around him.

It is like a fairyland here, with only her and Xu Xiaoshou.

"Punch!"

The sudden acceleration of the heartbeat caused her to tremble, and when even pushing back, she sat down on the chair and drew back, hurriedly distanced herself from Xu Xiaoshou.

"Squeak—"

The harsh sound reverberated in the hall again, but Yu Zhiwen couldn't care so much.

It was shameful to help being seen in secret, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly looking back...

too close!

She seemed to show Xu Xiaoshou's face!

"Pump, pound..."

In the field, the spirit mist fell down.

The men and women on the opposite side looked at each other like ~www.ltnovel.com~, and the envy gushing out in Cheng Xingchu's eyes.

"Die to me!"

He stood up, no longer caring about bird rules, he just wanted to smash Xu Xiaoshou's head with a punch and regain the spirit sword!

"Sit down!" Xu Xiaoshou made a clear drink without looking back.

boom!

There was a roar, Cheng Xingchu was able to stand up, and a sword aura instantly penetrated his body.

Not only smashed his seat to pieces, but also forced his legs to bend, sitting in the air!

Only then did Xu Xiaoshou withdraw the gaze falling on Yu Zhiwen's blushing face, and glanced back at the person trying to riot.

Holding the sword lightly buckled the tabletop, his voice slowly faded, and he said leisurely:

"Sit and talk about Tao, sit and talk about Tao..."

"If you don't sit down, how can you talk about it?"