I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Cracks and bleeding flowers at the forehead.

The figure of Zhang Zhongmou who was thrown into the air froze.

He looked at his forearm with completely broken bones, and for a moment he even had the slightest doubt about his throne-level cultivation.

"Am I getting old? I haven't fought for too long, so my cultivation base and physical body have all regressed?"

The arms drooped and fell limply.

Zhang Zhongmou reacted suddenly.

"Do not!"

"no!"

"It's the attack strength of that brat, it's terrifying!"

What level of muscle strength is this that can directly use the throne's spiritual energy, the blessing of the Dao, and the body of the ancestral bear blood of the Zhang family's ancestors, and then smash the bones with one punch?

You know, the opponent didn't use any spirit energy at all for that blow just now!

At this moment, Zhang Zhongmou really panicked.

Just this punch may not mean anything.

If he really wants to fight the opponent, he even has the confidence to win it directly.

After all, that punch was not completely irresistible.

Even, most of the power of its own spiritual skills can crush it.

However, the problem lies in, is this brat in a grass hat really a strong man?

Or a throne that looks like a physical body?

Where did this guy come from!

It is difficult enough for a throne-level alchemist to cultivate, but a throne-level physical body...

"This is not the point!"

Zhang Zhongmou regained his composure and prevented himself from contemplating further.

He knew that the real horror of the problem did not come from this.

It's if the guy who punches is really capable and isn't deceiving himself.

That true power...

sieve!

With the whistling wind in his ears, Zhang Zhongmou was forced to regain some autonomy by Beng Fei's figure, and his eyes involuntarily locked on the young man in the guard's clothes behind him.

"This guy is the truly terrifying existence!"

I was terrified in my heart, and there was another slight snort in the back of my head.

Zhang Zhongmou, who had experienced one blow, already understood that this was the little guy wearing the straw hat, and he attacked again.

That terrifying speed, if he hadn't really taken precautions, the Throne would have suffered a lot!

But Zhang Zhongmou already had experience in this one.

He turned over in the void, moved his fingers, and a purple shield flew out of the ring.

boom!

Ah Jie's punch from the back of the forehead directly hit the huge purple shield.

With a trembling, the pattern on the shield was activated, and a dark devouring force swallowed Ah Jie's fist.

Zidun was startled and swelled slightly, belching loudly as if he was full.

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised from behind.

This shield, to say the least, is also the defensive spirit weapon of the peak master.

Even judging from its weird characteristic of being able to devour physical attack power, I'm afraid it is very likely to be at the Throne level.

Envy flashed in his eyes, if he could own such a treasure, it would definitely be a way to save his life at critical moments!

Zhang Zhongmou, who successfully blocked the blow, also had joy in his eyes.

As a spiritual refiner at the throne level, and also possesses the blood of the ancestor bear, he successfully inspired the spirit body of the ancestor bear.

When fighting with others on weekdays, his favorite way of fighting is close quarters.

But right now...

Close combat?

What a fart!

What about the spirit body of Zuxiong? To put it bluntly, a spirit refiner is a spirit refiner. How could it be possible to use the method of spirit refinement to compete with a guy who purely cultivated the flesh body in melee skills?

Zhang Zhongmou seized the gap and instantly opened the distance.

In addition to melee combat, his long-distance combat power is equally powerful, and even better with the help of the power of heaven.

With a thought, he wanted to take back his "Tianyuan Wushan".

This throne-level defensive spiritual weapon refined from an entire spiritual mountain has a mediocre bearing capacity.

After encountering such a powerful attack, it wasn't even half damaged, just a hiccup was enough to dissolve everything.

However, when Zhang Zhongmou moved his hand, he discovered that his "Tianyuan Wushan" could not be taken back?

"what happened?"

Zhang Chongmou was stunned, and his spiritual thoughts moved again, but "Tianyuan Wushan" felt a sense of helplessness and pain.

"Mama..."

A murmur sounded, Zhang Zhongmou's scalp went numb, and he looked suddenly.

I saw Ah Jie tilting his head and the straw hat tilted.

It is holding the purple shield in its hand, and the red light in its eyes is staring at the purple shield in front of it, it seems very curious...

What kind of thing can withstand a blow from him without being damaged?

You know, even "Ma Ma"'s head will burst out with red things!

"No, no..."

Zhang Zhongmou looked at A Jie raised his fist, his lips widened, and his pupils shrank rapidly.

next second.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

A violent and rapid roar exploded in the void.

It's like the bell and drum of death being ruthlessly struck, and the mallet that rings the bell has its own crazy vibration attribute!

Ah Jie's fist completely turned into an afterimage, and the red light in its eyes flashed suddenly, as if it had discovered something interesting.

The purple shield was not unresponsive after being attacked.

Just a small reaction!

However, every time I punched it, it would still expand uncontrollably a little bit.

Even if there is only a little bit, there is a change.

Small changes add up...

Ah Jie understood this truth, and watched the purple shield in front of him inflate at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a balloon.

"Boom boom boom—"

Zhang Chongmou was dumbfounded.

This is his "Tianyuan Wushan", which was barely refined after several years of hard work and three great spirit formation masters.

Things of this level have no price at all.

How could it explode like this?

"Little friend, stop!"

"Don't mess around!"

The air was quiet for half a second.

"Mama?"

Ah Jie stopped attacking and looked up at Zhang Zhongmou.

At this time, the old man in front of him could no longer arouse his interest.

"Tianyuan Wushan" only had time to rest for half a second, and before it even had time to retract, the roar of the void resounded again.

"Boom boom boom—"

Visible to the naked eye, this purple shield is rapidly turning red.

It's like the balloon is blown to the extreme, and it will explode in the next second!

"I……"

Zhang Chongmou's entire old face turned green.

"Cursed, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou was completely stunned by Baby A Jie's attack power.

That's when he encountered the red dog at that time, his baby was completely imprisoned, if he were to be released.

With the attack speed and strength of this mad dog...

He could even take Red Dog's last crazy slash face to face!

"I was wrong!"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou expressed his deep apology for having doubts about Ah Jie's combat effectiveness in his heart.

Dare Lover had not been able to show too much strength before, because the enemies he encountered were all instant kills!

This naturally shows the lower limit, but what about the upper limit?

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