I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1945

Chapter 1821 Xiao Lang

Chapter 1821
After more than ten breaths, Xiao Lang saw that the zombie lying on the ground was still motionless. The spectators in the tavern finally understood something.

“Taixu, dead?”

The Cheng family set the tone too high, took too big a step, and their momentum was too exaggerated.

After Xiao Wanfeng struck the sword with a calm and light blow…

Taixu fell down.

Taixu couldn’t get up.

This is too dramatic. The Cheng family has become a clown?
“No, it’s impossible…”

Cheng Xie’s face was pale and blue, with disbelief written all over his face.

He understood the art of swordsmanship of the heart, he knew some knowledge of the art of swordsmanship of hiding, and he had some knowledge of the art of swordsmanship of love, but even adding all of them together could not produce such a swordsmanship effect.

“Heart Lake?”

“Is this ancient swordsmanship? How can this be ancient swordsmanship!”

The effect of the mind lake is almost as good as Prajna-non-existence, yet it is essentially different from Prajna-non-existence.

It only uses the sword technique of the heart, supplemented by the first level of other major sword techniques at most.

But can the fusion of one realm also create the lethality of the second realm?

“Are you surprised?”

Xiao Wanfeng put away his sword and stood solemnly, feeling that it was natural.

His understanding, questioning, overturning and reshaping of the nine major sword techniques over the years can only be described as empty talk when he does not draw his sword.

After getting Xuan Cang’s approval, Xiao Wanfeng became confident:

There is nothing wrong with the road, as long as the destination is identified, the process depends on how you choose, how you walk, and whether you persist.

He stared at Cheng Xie, at the ancient sword practitioners who followed the rules like Cheng Xie, took a deep breath, and for the first time in front of outsiders, he explained his own way:
“You practice the way of all living beings, and I practice the way of evening breeze. I am unique and I am not the same as others.”

Buzz——

The divine sword Xuan Cang made a long roar and continued to vibrate.

It seemed that only at this moment, this kind of moment, he and Xiao Wanfeng became one, which was also the fundamental reason why it chose Xiao Wanfeng instead of Rao Yaoyao.

“I am alone, not like others…”

Cheng Xie’s eyes dodged and he stepped back repeatedly, his mood in turmoil.

With one sword strike from Xiao Wanfeng, all his lifelong knowledge of ancient sword cultivation was destroyed. After he said this, he began to doubt whether his path was correct.

While everyone was chasing the Eighteen Sword Flows and “skills”, this kid started directly from the “root of the way”?
Is this the right way?
But this is not even a shortcut!
He is clearly taking the most difficult path!
“So he was recognized by Xuan Cang…”

Gu Qinger exclaimed in amazement and looked at the eldest senior brother, “And we are all Rao Yaoyao.”

Rao Yaoyao is not a synonym for weak.

It’s just that all the ancient sword practitioners in the world are following the path defined by the Sword God and proceeding step by step, and the Sword Burial Tomb is no exception.

“Is Xiao Wanfeng the founder of this practice?” Gu Qingtian had decent talent, but he had never heard of this inhuman way of cultivation.

This is no different from being just born. While others are still practicing speaking and climbing, Xiao Wanfeng has already started practicing taking off with a whoosh.

It was so difficult to take off that for seventeen years he looked like he couldn’t even talk or climb.

But when the day comes that it really flies, it will really be a blockbuster!
Gu Qing frowned and thought, feeling that he had heard of this sword training method somewhere before, and soon remembered it, and shook his head to his third junior brother:

“You should have heard a saying…”

“What?”

“The path of ancient sword cultivators has long been worn out by others.”

“Big Brother, what you mean is…”

Gu Qing turned his head again, thirdly and fourthly. Even Lu Shiyu in the air and the spectators in the surrounding taverns could not help but glance at the knowledgeable and intelligent senior brother of the Sword Burial Tomb.

Gu Qingyi said, “It’s not recorded in the book, but I vaguely remember Master saying that someone actually tried this weird way of cultivation.”

Xiao Wanfeng’s body stiffened and he turned around.

I’m not the first?

Everyone thought about it for a while, and soon someone in the crowd exclaimed:

“Eight masters?”

Xiao Wanfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

Not only had he always kept his sword-training method a secret, but even when he went to Lingyushan to ask for advice from the Eight Masters, he only spoke indirectly.

He is very confident!

Ba Zun’an was able to answer fluently all the time, relying on his experience. Now it seems that perhaps that experience did not come from his many years of sword training, but from…

Gu Qing nodded: “Yes, the Eighth Sword Immortal.”

The real source is that he has practiced it before?!

Xiao Wanfeng’s body swayed, but he quickly came to his senses. What’s the use of having practiced before? He’s not as proficient as me, and not as profound as me.

Gu Qingyiguo did not disappoint: “But Master said that the Eighth Sword Immortal only had a brief taste of the subject.”

Xiao Wanfeng let out a long sigh, that was all.

Gu Qing said again and again: “He tried it and found that different methods had the same results and the difficulty level was not much different. Since he had made achievements in other methods, there was no need to start from scratch.”

?

Hearing this, Xiao Wanfeng began to sweat on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that nothing came out.

Cheng Xie looked away in surprise: “The degree of difficulty is not much different?”

Even if he watched Xiao Wanfeng’s sword ten times, he still couldn’t fully understand it. He knew the basics, but once they were integrated, they became obscure and difficult to understand.

How is this method the same as the general public’s way of practicing swordsmanship?

Gu Qing looked over:

“He is Ba Zun An.”

There was a sudden silence around the tavern.

Yes, he is Ba Zun’an, the eighth sword immortal.

Not to mention the past and those who have fallen, all sword practitioners in this world have to face a mountain, and that is the Eighth Sword Immortal.

He knows everything you know.

He can do what you can’t do.

When you feel that you have found a new path and are excited and eager to try it, others think that it is all the same and dispensable.

This has been the past thirty years.

From now on, anyone who practices swordsmanship will have to face two high mountains, the Eighth Sword Immortal and Shou Ye!

Xiao Wanfeng took a deep breath and smiled with relief.

Just follow your own path. There are so many talented people in the world. How can you let other people’s opinions, views, and comments influence your own will?
“Young man, the Eight Masters…”

The people around the tavern, even the semi-saints, now looked at Xiao Wanfeng with different eyes, which became extremely fiery.

It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that he is the young Eight Lords.

After all, he was only walking one of the paths that the Eight Zun’ans had walked.

But he has the natural talent for swordsmanship that comes from directly practicing the “root of Tao” of Ba Zunnan. Looking across the Five Realms, I’m afraid that no one except Ba Xu can match his talent.

“I……”

Cheng Xie looked at the two Taixu corpses on the ground, then glanced at the young man Xiao Wanfeng holding Xuan Cang, his eyes dodging.

The dividing line on the ground suddenly became so heavy!

Logically speaking, with two Taixu from the Cheng family having fallen, the situation was a fight to the death.

However, the legend of the eight young masters dominating their generation is well-known.

Of course, Xiao Wanfeng was not the one who dominated the world. At most, he was one-tenth of the Eight Lords. But what about himself?
“What fraction of the Eight Lords am I?”

One percent?

thousandth?

One in ten thousand?

Cheng Xie wanted to cross the dividing line, his feet felt like they were filled with lead. He tried to raise his head and look directly at Xiao Wanfeng, like Xiang was riding a ghost.

He was hunched over, almost being crushed into a shrimp.

Not everyone can speak freely when faced with the title of “Eighth Sword Immortal”, not everyone has a background like the Sword Burial Tomb, the Moon Immortal City, or the Feng Family of the Southern Territory, and not everyone is a newborn calf who knows nothing.

A normal ancient sword cultivator, fanatically pursuing the Eighth Sword Immortal.

After hearing the title of the Eighth Sword Immortal, the genius ancient sword cultivators would either choose to fight to the death or avoid him as much as possible.

Cheng Xie had even been under pressure from Shengnu Jijian for decades.

Of course he is also a genius, otherwise how could he gain recognition from the Hidden Blade and the Double Needles?

But Cheng Xie is already twenty-eight years old this year, and as luck would have it, he grew up to this day amidst the overwhelming legend of the “Eighth Sword Immortal” at the peak of his career.

Genius is just the threshold to meet him.

After seeing the tip of the iceberg of the Eighth Sword Immortal, and knowing more deeply how vast the vast ocean is…

The more you know, the more pressure you feel.

So even though the young man in front of him only looked a little bit like the Eight Masters, Cheng Xie was already panicked.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

It was convenient for Cheng Xie to take a difficult step and was in a dilemma.

Outside the dead silent battlefield surrounding the tavern, there was a strange noise that didn’t fit in, along with loud laughter that was full of undisguised praise:

“A sword is hidden for ten years, and the whole world searches for it.”

“I woke up to the sound of the rainbow that day, and the ghosts were also startled.”

“Good! Good! Good! What a great Xiao Wanfeng! The Sword Burial Tomb has no talent, Feng Family City is useless, and only you, a wandering man, have amazing skills and are more beautiful than all the other beauties!”

Who?
Everyone is waiting for Xiao Wanfeng to fight Cheng Xie.

Everyone was waiting for Cheng Xie to speak first, or Xiao Wanfeng to draw his sword first.

At this time, they didn’t even dare to breathe. Which insect was so rampant that it dared to make such a big noise in the back and even disrespected the Sword Burial Tomb and the Feng Family of the Southern Region?
Swish!
The crowd split up.

Everyone looked towards where the noise came from.

Cheng Xie was able to solve his urgent problem and relieve his embarrassment. He wanted to be grateful to the savior, no matter what kind of arrogant person he was.
But when he looked along the path where the crowd parted, he happened to meet the gaze of the “savior”.

Bang!
Cheng Xie’s knees went weak and he fell to the ground.

There were even stars in front of his eyes, and his mind was full of disbelief:

“Eight, eight masters?”

People around the tavern were also shocked.

At first, they didn’t understand why Cheng Xie had to make such a big fuss. But after seeing the details, they all held their heads and screamed:

“Fuck! Eight Zun An?”

“Brother Zhao, am I dazzled? He has Eight Fingers, right? And that’s a sword scar on his neck, right?”

“Oh my God! Ah? No, isn’t the Eighth Sword Immortal in Lingyu Mountain? How did he get here?”

“Fuck him, the living Eight Lords? I finally saw him, I’m going to go back and brag to my son!”

“This is the Holy Slave Chief!”

“…”

Otherwise, why do people from the Central Region and the Eastern Region say that they are ignorant?

There were also many people present who came from the Southern Region. The number of Eight Lords they saw every day was so many that they couldn’t even count them on their fingers.

My first reaction was naturally not that I saw the real thing, but that I saw a fake.

But then again.

The four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb were here, including Feng Tingchen, the head of the Feng family in the Southern Territory. Many people also noticed that he was at the scene.

A mere fake, how dare he be so arrogant?
Right from the start, he challenged the true masters of all forces, not afraid to fight with the masters of famous swords?
“It’s fake, right? I see ten of these Eight Masters every day, kill eight of them, and the remaining two are all those who practice escape techniques, they slip away very quickly!”

It was not until someone from the Southern Region shouted in shock that Cheng Xie finally woke up from his dream and realized that he had been so paranoid and had brought disgrace upon the Cheng family.

He hurriedly got up, his face flushed, and was about to speak when he looked at the fake Ba Zun’an.

“Want to fight?”

The fake one actually spoke first, and his words were full of provocation.

Xiao Wanfeng is holding Xuan Cang in his hand. Due to Xuan Cang’s sharp edge, I, Cheng Xie, don’t want to fight. But how can I not fight you, a fellow who I don’t know where in the Southern Territory you came from?

Cheng Xie just opened his mouth.

The guy carrying the sack, Ba Zun’an, spoke again, choking him: “I can’t use my numbers to bully the few. After all, I’m just one person. But bullying the weak with my strength…”

He raised the corner of his lip and spread out one hand, with only four fingers: “It’s always like this, isn’t it?”

So crazy!

Isn’t this equivalent to saying, I am invincible, you can do whatever you want?

“It’s weird…”

Feng Tingchen and Ba Zun’an were not close friends and had only met each other a few times. He felt that something was strange, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

You want to say he is a fake?

Very strong!

Feng Tingchen could intuitively feel that the man had a deep sword intent hidden within himself, and his strength was probably not weaker than anyone else present.

But you say he is the real thing, right?

Feng Tingchen couldn’t give a comment and turned to look at the person beside him.

This person is of the same age as Ba Zun’an and they have a deep friendship.

Gou Wu Yue was very straightforward: “Eighth Master is not so talkative.”

Cheng Xie’s face turned red again because of the sharp words from the other side.

He didn’t want to say anything more, with a fire of war in his eyes, he asked bluntly: “Ancient Swordsman?”

The sloppy uncle carrying the sack was amused: “My name is Ba Zun’an, and I am not even considered an ancient sword cultivator. Who among you present dares to call yourself an ancient sword cultivator?”

He looked at Xiao Wanfeng: “Do you dare?”

He looked at Lei Shuangxing: “You dare?”

He saw Gou Wu Yue and Feng Ting Chen again, but he selectively ignored them and quickly looked at Gu Qingduo and the others and asked, “Do you dare?”

Cheng Xie was even more certain that this was a fake, but he still asked one more question: “What level of cultivation?”

“Unfortunately, I am also the sword throne.” The uncle with the sack released his aura and was at the same level as Xiao Wanfeng.

Cheng Xie immediately felt at ease.

Immediately, he was furious: “Those who blaspheme your honorable name must be punished!”

“Just you?” Ma Dai Ba Zun An raised his eyebrows, “Do you know why I haven’t been to your Cheng family for thirty years?”

Cheng Xie was slightly stunned and didn’t understand what was going on.

The people around stared in amazement.

True and false, false and true, this Ba Zun An is quite interesting. It seems that he can say something?

Ba Zun An weighed the sack on his shoulder, shook his head in disappointment and said:

“The ancient sword cultivators are fearless, but you, Cheng Xie, have retreated to a corner in order to protect yourself. Even though you have joined forces with the saints to protect the sword, the gods and Buddhas have gradually grown stronger over the years.”

“To the point where you now only dare to use your numbers to bully the few, to the point where you now kneel when you see me.”

“The Hidden Blade and the Double Needle followed you. You really blinded the eyes of the famous sword and lost its dignity as a famous sword!”

Cheng Xie was scolded so much that his head was swollen and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This hit his sore spot.

He raised his hand, took out a small sword from his sleeve, and pointed it at Ba Zun’an: “Do you dare to fight me?”

In the tall building behind, Li You from the Yin Gui Sect saw this scene and burst out laughing with his hands covering his mouth.

You didn’t dare to hit the young Ba Zun An, but you chose to hit the adult Ba Zun An?
The Cheng family still has guts…

The four people in the Sword Burial Tomb all had surprised looks on their faces. They also felt that this Eighth Sword Immortal was a little different from the legend.

Only Su Qianqian, looking at the scene where Cheng Xie pointed his sword at the Eight Zun’an, didn’t know what she was thinking of, her face turned pale as paper, and all the blood drained away.

Madai Bazun’an’s face darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice: “Do you know the consequences of pointing a sword at me?”

Cheng Xie laughed loudly and asked back:
“So what?”