How to say it?

It was like going to fry fish happily. Everything was fine and the harvest was good, but when the fish was last fried, a giant shark with a record of murder was blown out.

Wouldn't you be afraid if you were the ones?

This is how the official disciples felt now, their kneeling bodies were trembling, causing the cushion on their hands to jingle.

They are no better than the Emperor's Miaozi, nor even more so than Qiong Qi.

Chen Xia took off Qiong Qi's head and suffered a prison sentence of five hundred years, but he probably only got a few words of scolding when he picked their heads.

The status difference between the two is too much.

Chen Xia is the top emperor seedling in the sea of ​​swords in the sky. I have even heard of many major forces want Chen Xia to join.

And the few of them are just middle-aged people who can't get up and down.

This is the division of status.

Thinking of this, the formal disciple who offered his money bag had a dim face and a complicated mood.

Chen Xia was holding a teacup in his hand, looking at the people kneeling on the ground. He really didn't expect that he could get money by drinking tea, but he still said a little politely.

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"Please be sure to accept it!" the official disciple shouted respectfully, and even sweat stains were secreted on his forehead.

He felt that if Chen Xia didn't want this wallet, it would be their heads.

"Yes, this is for you filial piety. If it is not enough, we will make up for it later." The disciple who was kneeling beside him quickly agreed.

Chen Xia frowned and realized something was wrong. How did the actions and words of these disciples highlight him like a bully?

If you should say it or not.

Actually it's quite cool.

"When are you prepared disciples?" Chen Xia turned the stool, held the teacup, and asked casually.

"Preparation disciples from the last two sessions." The kneeling disciple replied hurriedly.

Chen Xia smiled and said, "As far as I can tell, are you still my senior brothers?"

"No, you are my father!" The official disciple shook his head quickly, his expression was frightened, and his heart trembled.

This is a way to praise and kill!

First raise their identities, then kill them, and finally get a name for being a small fortune. Not only will there be no punishment, but there may be a reward!

The reason why Chen Xia's punishment for killing Qiongqi is so light is because of the fact that he is using small things to make a big fortune.

This is a method that monks in the world admire and admire.

Chen Xia moved the peak of the mountain realm to kill the sixth level of the Overturned Sea realm. It may be the most outrageous thing in the history of Cangtian Sword Sea to use small to make a big difference and cross the border to kill the enemy.

That's why Chen Xia was punished for five hundred years in a sword prison, and there was not even any other additional liability.

Chen Xiawei was stunned for a moment, not understanding how to quickly forward to call him dad. She was a little confused and frowned slightly.

"You don't have any red envelopes if you call like this."

"I dare not, I dare not, I will give you a red envelope." The kneeling disciple placed his wallet respectfully at Chen Xia's feet, and took out some piles of spirit stones from his arms.

If they were considered to be a little devil by snatching the reserve disciples, Chen Xia would be a real master.

If a little devil meets a great god, he will succeed even if he does not die.

It was the first time Chen Xia encountered such a scene. She put down the teacup, touched her chin, and wondered.

“Do I look bad?”

Then there is no need to look at it, it is already quite bad.

Several preparatory disciples wanted to answer this way, but for the sake of their own life, they shook their heads and said.

"You are a great charity who is well-known in the sea of ​​Cangtian Sword."

Chen Xia is not stupid either, knowing that something might be wrong with his reputation.

But it's okay, he doesn't care about his reputation anyway.

He waved casually, "Okay, you guys go back."

Several formal disciples left their purse, bowed to Chen Xia, and then quickly fled.

He doesn't have many spirit stones with small feet, only dozens or hundreds of them.

It's better than nothing.

Chen Xia took the spirit stone and put it in his hand to weigh it. This was their ill-gotten fortune. Now that it fell into his hands, it was an unexpected fortune.

For the past month and a half, Chen Xia has not run around, but has returned to his cave, changed into a white robe, and then drank tea in the pavilion for a month and a half.

During this period, he went to the sword forest to look for a big yellow dog, but he couldn't find it. He also asked other little elders, saying that the big yellow dog seemed to have gone in the sword forest and had come out two years ago.

Chen Xia naturally felt relieved when there was no problem with the big yellow dog. Chiyu was also in seclusion in the official disciple area, and he saw that he would not be able to come out for a while.

Chen Xia had nothing to do alone, so she drank tea alone.

The changes in the Cangtian Sword Sea over the past five hundred years are actually quite big.

First, we prepared for a big change in disciples, then the change of formal disciples, and the replacement of various elders.

These small things accumulate together, and they are big things.

Chen Xia is like a person who was suddenly abandoned by the times, trying hard to squeeze into this era.

The abbreviation version is lagging behind.

In addition, Chen Xia thought about the alliance between Liu Qing and Li Yang, but still did not join.

The main reason is that he will not let him collect money while lying down. His salary is not much, so it is better for him to sit here and pick up money.

But Liu Qing is such a good person. The Virgin Mary has to offer her when she sees her.

Chen Xia picked up the teacup, got up from the chair, and wanted to wander back to the cave.

"You're out!" A voice with great excitement sounded, and Zhang Daoming looked straight at him, his body trembling a little.

"That... I have no money." Chen Xia took the initiative and handed out the purse in his hand. "There are only more than a hundred spirit stones. If you don't dislike it, put it on first."

"Who wants your 100th spirit stone!" Zhang Daoming swears in an anxious voice and waves his hands constantly.

"Let's go with me to refine the alchemy!"

"Oh, you're making alchemy." Chen Xia's face became calm, "It's simple, wait for me to take my alchemy furnace."

"Go and go back!" Zhang Daoming looked really anxious.

Chen Xia drank all the tea with sword intent in the teacup in one gulp, and then wandered to his cave.

Zhang Daoming was worried that Chen Xia would shake him, so he followed him.

He had just gone into seclusion and practiced a furnace of elixirs for the sect, and calculated that Chen Xia had been released from prison, so he immediately came to him.

It's been five hundred years, what kind of life has he lived in the past five hundred years?

If you don’t have money, your reputation will be ruined.

Pi Hu and the other two felt that Zhang Daoming was lying to them. They joined forces with Chen Xia to swallow their spirit stones and waited for the association to disband. The spirit stones belonged to Zhang Daoming and Chen Xia.

So he has always treated Zhang Daoming coldly.

Little did he know that Zhang Daoming was the one who was cheated by Chen Xia.

If you can talk about the spirit stone and suffer a few rolls of eyes, then Zhang Daoming will definitely not say much.

The question is whether he finished eating all the spirit stones for Chen Xia, and he even paid 10,000 yuan to go in.

This is no longer a compensation for the wife and the soldiers, it is just a compensation for one and going in by yourself!

Thinking of this, Zhang Daoming couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes. He had been waiting for too long at this moment.

He was looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally he looked forward to Chen Xia back.

Zhang Daoming was waiting outside the cave, hoping to turn over immediately and feel better.

In no time.

Chen Xia walked into a cave and held the spatula he had used to refine the alchemy at first.

Zhang Daoming's face was stunned, "That's it?"

"Otherwise?" Chen Xia asked back.

"Are you rusted?" Zhang Daoming shouted.

Chen Xia slid the spatula inside the iron pot, causing a burst of fine rust, and raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!