I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Eastern Region, and called the sword **** heaven.

Within the Sword God Heaven, one hundred and eight circles were divided.

One area contains three types of counties and cities with varying numbers of upper, middle and lower.

The Eastern Heaven Realm is one of the more famous realms among the 108 realms in the Eastern Region.

And the East Heaven King City in its center.

Although it is named after the city, its covering area is almost equivalent to a county.

The Eastern Heavenly King City has all the teleportation spirit formations leading to the 36th Shangjun in the Eastern Heaven Realm.

However, there has not yet been a teleportation array directly to middle and lower-level counties like Tiansang County.

Therefore, if the people of the Middle Territory want to go to the White Cave, they must use the teleportation array in all circles until they reach the East Heaven King City.

Then use the teleportation array in the Eastern Heavenly King City to reach the upper-level county in the Eastern Heaven Realm that is closest to the White Cave, Qinglong County.

After that, choose human flight.

Before arriving.

...

Qinglong County.

Qinglong City.

Located in a wine shop deep in the alley.

A withered old man wearing a straw hat is alone in front of the square table.

Cup after cup.

Xiao Er's speed of warming up wine is not even as fast as that of drinking into his throat.

"Guest, this is already the thirteenth pot, do you need to take a break..."

Seeing that the last pot of wine was over, Xiao Er couldn't help reminding.

He put down the hip flask, got up and stretched, then tilted his neck, and suddenly the bones in his neck creaked.

God knows, keeping such a warm wine posture for a long time.

He even started to feel uncomfortable even sitting.

The old man with the straw hat can drink all the time, until now!

"That's the most famous spirit in Qinglong County, "Qinglong Drink"!"

Xiaoer was speechless.

When others come to drink, they usually order a small pot.

Two or three cups into the belly, even the best drinker, can't stand it.

This old man...

Thirteen pots!

"Guest officer?"

Seeing the old man in front of him remained silent, Xiao Er couldn't help but call out again.

"Serve wine."

The old man Kusaka tapped his fingers on the tabletop, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at him.

Xiao Er immediately lowered his sight.

This big dark circle...

Such a penetrating look...

If it doesn't look uncomfortable.

It can't be said that he has already swept people out at this moment.

"I don't know if there is any money for this wine."

"Qinglong drink, but it's expensive!"

When he returned, bent down and sat on the bench to make a shochu, Xiao Er felt bitter and couldn't tell.

Today is a big festival in Qinglong County...

In fact, it is not a festival.

It's just that there has been news that the group of white clothes from Zhongyu intending to rush to the direction of Baiku should arrive in the afternoon.

According to the rumors, it was a team led by one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Wuyue Sword Immortal.

Sword fairy!

In the Eastern Region Sword God Heaven, that is the supreme god-like existence.

Since the news came out the day before yesterday, the transmission line has almost been surrounded by water.

Even the Qinglong City Guards tried their best to evacuate the crowd.

It still doesn't help.

Sword fairy!

One of the living Seven Sword Immortals!

Ask the Eastern Swordsman and Eastern Spirit Refiner, which one doesn't want to take a look?

Even the boss left two days ago to feast his eyes.

Staying alone, alone and helpless, he still needs to guard this wine shop where no one comes to him on weekdays and continue to open and sell air.

But today is really strange.

In these broken streets and alleys, a small wine shop that was supposed to not come to anyone except regular customers, unexpectedly came over at noon on such a strange customer.

"Thirteen pots of Qinglong drink..."

Xiao Er sighed.

If this guest can't pay for the wine.

Basically, he doesn't need to continue his job.

No, it is light to lose a job.

When the boss found out that he had squandered thirteen pots of good wine, he would lose his life.

"Tuk Tuk."

The knock on the table urged again.

The little second was stunned and didn't dare to think about it.

"Hey, don't worry, the guest officer, it's almost done."

"This'Qinglong Drink' must be completely boiled before it is fragrant, and it's not warm enough!"

Xiao Er replied, but bitterly in his heart.

"Drink you to death!"

"Qinglong Drink is completely boiled, and the stamina of that spirit can come directly."

"The guy who pours three cups on weekdays, if he drinks the completely boiled Qinglong drink, can't he just kneel down for half a cup?"

"True."

There was another urging voice.

This time Xiao Er heard clearly.

This voice doesn't seem to come from the old man's square table?

When he looked back, he saw that there was only one customer in the shabby wine shop.

I don't know when, one more person.

The man is next to the old man's square table.

Pulling the stool, across a small passage, sat across from it.

"Someone here again?"

Xiao Er was depressed.

On this day, there are still people who choose to come to this wine shop without a name, without seeing the true face of Seven Sword Immortal?

"This guest officer, what's your order?"

Xiao Er didn't dare to neglect, looked at the unkempt man, and asked loudly.

"The wine is down, let's serve some cooked beef."

A hoarse voice sounded as if it had been sawn by a saw.

Xiao Er got goose bumps all over her body.

This voice...

this person……

Fuck!

What weird things are all coming today!

I want to bet that uncle's face.

But the randomly scattered hair on the top of his head, as if it hadn't been washed in a few years, was hanging against the scalp, completely obstructing Xiao Er's vision.

He glanced down and saw a sack on the side of the sloppy uncle's foot.

"What is it?"

"Such a big bag came in without making a sound..."

The little Er was thinking wildly.

After a long time, I finally recovered and asked, "Ke, Kek officer, it seems that you haven't ordered any wine? How do you get it?"

"I'm not talking about my wine, it's his."

The sloppy uncle turned his head, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the old man wearing the straw hat.

At this moment, Xiao Er was startled.

Four fingers?

He keenly noticed that this sloppy uncle's thumb was completely flattened by Qi Gen.

When one of his index fingers pointed out, looking at it like this, it was difficult not to be attracted.

He quickly retracted his sight.

Xiao Er knows that there are many capable people in Qinglong County.

These guys with physical disabilities may be the real masters when they were young.

If you stare at someone's physical defects so impolitely, you may be slaughtered, and the boss will send the body away, as if nothing happened.

"He, his wine?"

Xiao Er stammered, and said in a daze: "It's not good..."

"Nothing bad, he drank too much."

The sloppy uncle smiled, and fluffed his hair, revealing his resolute jaw line.

Xiao Er was lost again.

"It's a big scar..."

I saw an ugly scar hanging on this uncle's neck that almost encircled most of his neck.

Just looking at it this way, it is not difficult to imagine how tenacious this person's vitality is.

After experiencing such an injury that was enough to cut off the entire neck, he was able to recover to only one scar...

"This is wine money."

The sloppy uncle threw a bag of spirit coins and interrupted Xiao Er's contemplation, and said, "Pay attention to your eyes."

"Ah..."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Xiao Er hurriedly took the money bag, and immediately lowered his head again, "Okay."

Damn it.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

Such a keen perception...

These two people should be the kind of spiritual refiners, I don't know if they are the legendary innate strong...

Xiao Er was lost and didn't even know that the jug was boiling.

"The wine is on, it's gone."

"Put the beef on again."

There was a reminder behind my head.

Xiao Er was agitated, immediately put out the fire, and ran to the back kitchen without looking back, ready to slaughter the fat cow.

damn it.

What is going on today, why do you always lose your mind!

If this is known by the boss, don't you have to be fired?

Seven swords fairy...

Well, it must be the Seven Swords Immortal coming, which makes my work always distracted!

...

"who are you?"

Old Sang raised his head, his slightly shaggy cheekbones were raised high, his eyes were narrowed, and he stared at the unexpected guest in front of him.

Severe finger...

scar……

And this hoarse voice...

If he didn't recognize the face, he would have to admit the wrong person.

Obviously, this sloppy man came here deliberately.

The goal is yourself.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The sloppy man smiled and said, "The important thing is that you may do stupid things when you are drunk."

Old Sang let out a laugh, "Stupid?"

"Correct."

"such as?"

"Like..." The sloppy man stretched his voice, "For example, you might choose to assassinate Gou Wuyue."

Damn--

Suddenly, the back kitchen heard the sound of the porcelain bowl falling to pieces.

Immediately, Xiao Er's flustered voice came out.

"Oh, the soundproofing effect of this broken wine shop is really good. When the curtain is closed, you can't hear anything!"

"Squeaky--"

The dilapidated door curtain jammed twice in the middle, revealing Xiao Er's ass.

Others hid inside, pulling hard.

Suddenly, there was a crash and the curtain broke.

"DaDaDa..."

The curtain button fell, and Xiao Er's stupid head was exposed.

Old Sang and the sloppy man should have passed by with their eyes facing each other.

The scene was extremely silent.

"Ha ha."

"Heh, guest officer..."

"The two guest officials will wait a while, I will fix a curtain..."

Xiao Er felt that her little heart was about to jump out.

The right eyelid jumped wildly.

Corresponding to the "pounding" heartbeat.

He wiped his face and pressed his eyelids together.

Then he leaned over, picked up the curtain, and wanted to reattach it.

After realizing that he was not tall enough, he stood on tiptoe and finally hung the curtain back.

but!

The button fell off.

Without buttons, he must hold it like this if he wants the curtain not to fall again.

But when you hold it like this, don't you hear the conversation?

Xiao Er cried out with a "wow" in his heart.

What kind of people are here!

Why do your spiritual masters speak without sound transmission and must be heard by ordinary people like me?

Gou Wuyue...

Isn't Gou Wuyue the legendary Wuyue Sword Fairy?

Do you think I am deaf?

This kind of statement is similar to "Assassinate the Moonless Sword Fairy".

You want to talk, don't you know how to block outsiders?

Hastily!!!

With a hundred thousand beasts running around in his heart, Xiao Er was about to collapse.

But let him lower the door curtain and face the two faces outside that would cause people to die on the spot...

"I can't do it--"

"Oh, boss, help..."

"come back quickly!!"

...

Old Sang calmly retracted his gaze from the dark shadow in the curtain projected by the sunlight, and glanced at the scruffy man.

"You are humorous."

"Oh?" The man raised his brows and nodded, "Thank you."

"What kind of person is Wuyue Jianxian, what qualifications do I have to assassinate him?" Old Sang raised his glass.

"Yes, you are not qualified."

The sloppy man agreed: "That's why I think you are drunk."

The old Sang wine cup had already reached his lips, and his entire face sank when he heard this.

"You look a lot like a friend of mine."

He gently put down the wine glass.

With a loud "bang", the dust on the tabletop and floor in the wine shop shook.

Floating.

Landing.

"call!"

The nameless wind blew up and rolled the curtain open, revealing Xiao Er's tiptoes.

Immediately, the two saw the little second raising his foot in a panic, and desperately pressing the hem of the door curtain like a cockroach.

The air seems to be heating up.

Xiao Er felt hot and cold sweat on his forehead.

He suddenly heard the sound of "grumbling".

That was the sound of "Qinglong Drink" being boiled.

"its not right!"

Xiao Er panicked, "I just clearly extinguished the fire, is it possible that I remembered it wrong?"

Wiping sweat, tears and nasal discharge, Xiao Er wanted to cover his ears, but he found that his hands were not enough.

"Mother, why did you leave me with two hands..."

"Not enough!"

He cried.

I really cried.

Weeping silently behind the curtain.

...

"friend?"

The sloppy man glanced at the hip flask that was suddenly boiling.

His eyes sank, and the boiling water instantly calmed down.

"Perhaps you are wrong. I am not like who I am in this world."

He waved his hand and curled his palm.

The wine glass on Sang Lao's table was in his hands.

After doing all this, the sloppy man then raised his eyes and turned his head to look at the old man opposite.

The brilliant light bursting out of the muddy eyes was domineering.

"I'm not old, but my tone is not young."

Old Sang sneered, and also looked up, and after looking up and down the man, his eyes fixed on the sack beside his feet.

He couldn't see what was inside!

"The old man recommends that you go for plastic surgery and face change, and amputation by the way, otherwise..."

Calmly retracted his gaze, Elder Sang cast his gaze on the man's face and said jokingly: "Otherwise, your dignified face will be easily hacked to death if you walk on the road."

"Senior Youlao is worried."

The sloppy man nodded in thanks, held the wine glass carefully, and said, "There is something I don't understand very well. Can you please give some advice from senior?"

Knowing that the opposite is not a good stubble, will not answer his own words at all.

So without waiting to reply, he continued to ask:

"Why do people choose to buy drunk sometimes?"

"Obviously it is a way to paralyze oneself. It burns the throat and hurts the body. It is easy to dream after drinking, and it is unsteady to swallow the sword..."

"Wine, should this kind of thing really exist in the world?"

"Repay me if you don't drink." Old Sang knocked on the table.

"Oh, yes..."

The sloppy man seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "There is another saying, wine is so bold!"

"Is it because of this reason that the strong people in the world also need to drink a glass before hesitating whether to kill?"

He smiled and raised his head.

Senior Sang designated the grid on the desktop.

Suddenly shoot.

With a "bang", the chopstick holder on the table flew directly.

"laugh."

There were no other movements, just a snort of disdain, a chopstick flew out of the chopstick tube, and it shot at the scruffy man with a swish.

"Great."

The sloppy man gave a compliment and crossed his eyebrows.

The chopsticks suddenly exploded with infinite sword energy, turned in the void, and reflected towards Sang Lao.

"Trash sword intent."

When the old straw hat was pressed, the air temperature rose sharply.

In the next second, the chopstick holder that fell back on the table exploded, and all the chopsticks inside flew up.

A dozen phantoms instantly lit up white inflammation and shot out.

"Boom!"

The chopsticks that flew solo couldn't stop this offensive at all. They met in the void and were propelled directly from the center, without even leaving ashes, and were burned in the void on the spot.

"Chichichi..."

Blood spattered.

The sloppy man put down the wine glass in pain.

He lowered his head and looked at the dozens of wooden chopsticks that burned with white inflammation on his chest, which was already deeply submerged in half.

With a roll in his hand, he wrapped the white inflammation on it.

With a stroke of the sword's finger, this hot energy was sent into the Void Fragmentation Flow.

Then he gritted his teeth and pulled out the chopsticks one by one, and said weakly: "Senior is great, and he taught me the truth about outnumbered all at once."

Old Sang watched him silent.

Outnumbered...

What the **** is this guy coming here for?

"What is your name?"

He asked again.

"I said, the name is not important, the important thing is that you are drunk."

The sloppy man carefully inserted the blood-stained wooden chopsticks back into the chopstick holder, got up and thought for a while, then put down a piece of spiritual coin, and said sincerely: "I have already settled the account for you. Leave. There is no need to die. "

"Interesting, you are funny."

Old Sang smiled: "Knowing the truth about being outnumbered, you still have tools under your feet, why don't you use it?"

As he spoke, he looked down and looked at the sack beside him schematically.

"It's not necessary, it's really unnecessary."

The scruffy man pulled up the sack, and immediately heard the sound of iron banging from inside.

He came to Sang Lao's table and stopped, sighed: "If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. I know how many catties I have, so there is no need to make a move."

"If you don't try, how do you know you can't beat it?"

Old Sang sneered, "Where is the blood of the young man? Where is it? At this point, you are not as good as my apprentice."

"young……"

The sloppy man groaned, then raised his four fingers and said: "Some people look young, but their bodies are already mutilated."

"same……"

He paused, staring deeply at the old man in front of him, and said: "Some people look healthy, but they are not strong outsiders, so I don't know."

"Hahaha!"

Old Sang laughed: "Weak birds will hesitate before preying, fearing their heads and tails; true beasts will only choose to go forward!"

"Going to death with all your heart?"

The sloppy man asked puzzledly: "That's not a fool's move?"

"you think too much."

Elder Sang also patted the table and got up. He was about to speak, but suddenly he said nothing, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the window.

Above the sky, a light beam of spirit array shot up into the sky.

In a blink of an eye, the air flow moved away from the clouds, as if the gods descended.

"Om—"

Ten Miles Long Street, the swords mingled together.

The curtain of the wine shop shook suddenly.

Even the sophomore knows right now.

According to the legend, Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals who had only seven people who could get the title, had already arrived in Qinglong City.

"I should leave."

Old Sang patted the sloppy man on the shoulder, "If you are young, do more meaningful things, so..."

He looked at the dress of the person in front of him, shook his head and smiled: "If you dress like this, it won't be'yes'!"

"I said, I am never ‘like’, I am ‘yes’!"

The sloppy man stared coldly, as if he was angry.

"Great."

"You are ‘yes’, you continue to ‘yes’, the old man doesn’t argue with you, there will be no future.”

Old Sang passed him and walked outside the door.

The sloppy man clenched his fists, "You can't go out!"

"The sky is big, the wine shop is just a few, and it's not a cage. Why can't I get out?"

Old Sang laughed.

With every step he took, his aura rose sharply.

When he walked to the door, the tattered wine shop was already shaking, as if it were about to collapse completely.

Xiao Er, who was hiding behind the curtain, had already stiffened.

He listened to the whole process of this conversation.

Even if I don't understand it sometimes, it doesn't affect the sentence that the untidy uncle said before.

now.

Seven swords immortal Gou Wuyue has arrived.

The old man would choose to leave.

What do you want?

The answer is self-evident!

"I'm a mother, boss, do you know who is coming to your wine shop?"

"They...no, he, he actually wants to kill Wuyue Jianxian?"

"This, this, this special mother, I want a job that can make a living. As for me, I, they won't stop talking!"

"laugh!"

While thinking about it, the curtain of the door was cut off with a sudden sneer.

Xiao Er was startled.

He looked at the door curtain that fell completely to the ground, which should have covered his lower body.

After realizing that a sword qi had just passed, his actions of covering one's ears and stealing bells were no longer useful.

He hesitated and lowered the curtain, Xiao Er saw a scene that he will never forget.

I saw the tables and chairs floating in the dilapidated wine shop, the dishes and chopsticks scattered all around, all floating in the void, bursting with endless white sword energy.

And the target of all things like this is the old man with straw hat who has already reached the door.

"Eat!"

The sloppy man cut down with his fingers, and the pots and pans floating in the void suddenly slashed towards the back of the old man.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Er screamed in his heart.

If this is a life in the wine shop, let alone oneself, the boss may not be able to escape the enforcement of the Qinglong City Guards.

Willing to rescue.

But unable to recover.

Xiao Er soft fell to the ground.

...

"Your so-called being the enemy is too late after all..."

Old Sang turned his head silently and slowly lifted the straw hat in the dark environment of the wine shop.

In the deep eye sockets, a bit of cold light bloomed, followed by white inflammation.

"Pump."

A slight sound was heard between the whistling of sword intent.

As soon as this sound appeared, all the things that were lifted by the sword intent slammed directly on the ground.

Before the blood-colored clothes on the sloppy man's chest, the sudden white inflammation reignited, and the whole body was enveloped in an instant.

"this is……"

The man was horrified.

He had clearly swept away Bai Yan just now.

Why, this thing can be burned again?

Myself, but the semi-divine spirit element has never been used!

"Sword Intent?"

Soon, his pupils shrank, and he fully understood what was happening.

This white flame burned, it was not his own spirit essence, or his flesh...but the sword intent!

"Do you not understand?"

Old Sang smiled and shook his head, "Since you are here to stop the old man, why don't you even inquire into the old man's ability?"

"Jin shines on the sky flame, nothing will not burn!"

As he said, when the straw hat pressed, he covered most of his face.

And the white inflammation that burned all over the sloppy man's body, following this move, directly curled into his body, completely permeating his internal organs.

"Well!"

The man snorted, bleeding from Qiqiao.

Knowing that Bai Yan was hurt, he was on guard.

He still said.

Not only that, but Bai Yan, who can burn everything directly, has entered his body, only blocking his spiritual essence, heavenly way, and even the manipulation of sword intent.

Others, don't hurt your body at all!

"This guy, the manipulation of flames, has reached such an ingenious level..."

The sloppy man fought desperately.

He wants to move.

But with a hand movement, the muscles and bones are burned and then re-welded.

When the sword intent wanted to move, Bai Yan clung to the sword intent and burned directly into nothingness.

Tiandao Qi Ji wants to move...

Tianji can't get close to this Baiyan at all!

Obviously, Yan had already entered the body, but within a radius of several meters, the sloppy man found that he could not realize half of Dao Qi.

"Does the temperature alone evaporate everything?"

"Damn..."

Da~www.ltnovel.com~ Sang Lao retracted his gaze and stepped over the threshold.

After the warm sun shone in the afternoon, a long silhouette was pulled up on the broken wall of the wine shop.

"Hiccup~"

After a alcoholic hiccup, Old Sang seemed to remember something.

He looked back at the man who was completely curled up and twitching constantly, and said: "By the way, the old man seems to have not answered you about the question about'wine' you asked..."

After a pause, Sang sighed softly.

"Alcohol is not courageous, it is a murderous sword."

"At this point, you have never even imitated his half essence."

"After all, he has already started drinking."

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