Chen Xia counted with his fingers, four hundred years have passed since he was imprisoned.

If there is no additional punishment later, he will probably be released from prison.

When Chen Xia thought of this, he sighed a little, as if he had taken off Qiong Qi's head just yesterday, and it was still vivid in his mind.

This is also the culprit that left Chen Xia in prison for five hundred years.

Fortunately, Chen Xia has always been a generous person, so she doesn't care about Qiong Qi. She also hopes that Qiong Qi will pay more attention to it in her life.

The sword sea is no longer beneficial to him, and the sea beasts dare not come to fight him head-on again, and the sword intent in the sword waves is of no use.

The ordinary flying sword in his body has absorbed the sword intent in the past four hundred years and has been promoted to the spiritual sword. If the spiritual sword wants to be promoted to the Taoist sword again, it is not just as simple as the sword intent.

You have to have a sword heart.

This is the essential difference between the Taoist sword and the spiritual sword.

It is impossible for Chen Xia to give more than two million flying swords to create a sword heart. It is impossible in at least five hundred years.

So the bored Chen Xia could only play chess and drink tea with her head on her head every day, and looked at the "Fate Art" in her mind from time to time, hoping to see one or two more magics.

His magic power is now 30, and he unlocked Shenqing Dongming. In fact, his eyes are a little more effective, and he can see through some hidden existences.

If you want to promote your talent, Chen Xia needs to increase his mana to 500, which will be a significant qualitative change.

At that time, Chen Xia will be able to see one or two magic tricks from "The Art of Destiny".

But Chen Xia was a little hesitant. At present, his points were a bit too complicated, both power, magic power, and luck.

Chen Xia also discovered something that the initial dozens of points are the biggest improvement.

It may be because of the reason from scratch, so the change is the biggest.

The points added afterwards are not good. They have to accumulate slowly. Only after reaching a quantity can the quantity change be used to cause qualitative change.

For example, if Chen Xia wants to reach the mountain moving realm, he has to add points to a thousand.

He thought about it carefully and planned to save these points first and add them to luck.

The reason is also very simple, because others can also have power and magic power, but their luck is not good.

If you don’t have luck, it means you don’t have any.

Chen Xia exhaled, changed his hand with his head, and at the same time used the sword intention to draw a mark in the prison.

This means another year has passed.

Ninety-nine years left.

Prepare disciples, your emperor is coming back soon!

———

Since a new generation of preparatory disciples, the originally deserted area has become active again, and monks from all walks of life have been constantly traveling.

There are still the largest number of preparatory disciples in this class in history. There were originally 800, but one hundred more people have been added one after another.

There are 900 people, which is comparable to the number of people in the past two sessions.

However, although there are many of these preparatory disciples, they are not good at it. There is only one Emperor Miaozi, and they are still unknown.

This kind of unfamous person is usually the lowest among the great emperor's seedlings.

Because there is no fame, it means there is no record, and there is no strength without record. It is a very simple reasoning.

The other supreme species and mythological species are not as impressive as ordinary people.

But although ordinary, they are very confident.

Even the ancient species were still proud and planned to make a big career, but obviously they had never been beaten by the sect.

As for those ordinary supreme species, they are even more proud, with a momentum that they will reach the top of the mountain and overlook the small mountains.

The most important one was the man with Zixiaguan. In the third year of his arrival, he asked the little elder something.

"Who are there people in the last session of the Great Emperor Miaozi? Are they powerful?"

The little elder frowned and asked at him in confusion.

"Why do you ask these things? Could it be that you still have to compete with the previous Great Emperor Miaozi?"

The man from Zixiaguan shook his head and chuckled, "It's definitely not the case now. After all, I'll practice for hundreds or thousands of years. I can wait until I become a formal disciple, and I will fight for it after all."

When the Zixiaguan man said this, his expression and tone were very plain, as if he was saying something that was right and natural.

The little elder looked up and touched his forehead, "I thought it was raining, but it turned out that you were speechless for me."

The face of Zixiaguan's man had not changed and was still plain. He bowed and said, "What I said is not false, nor is it a word of intention, but really having this confidence. Please ask the little elder for advice."

The little elder hugged his chest with his hands and squinted his eyes. It was the first time he saw such an overestimated disciple. He had only been here for three years and dared to ask the last emperor's daughter.

Do you really think of yourself as the second Chen Xia?!

"If the elder responds, there will be a thank you." Zixiaguan's man said, taking out a white jade box from his sleeve and handing it to the little elder.

The little elder pursed the corners of his lips, pulled up his wrinkles, smiled, and replied.

"There were three people in the last session of the Emperor Miaozi, but you can think of it as two people, one is the imperial capital and the other is Qiu Li. They are all very good Miaozi. If you want to fight, it's really a big difference."

"I will work hard." Zixiaguan's man replied, obviously not worried about his talent, and felt that he only needed to work hard.

"What about the third person?" He asked curiously.

The little elder raised his eyebrows, "I didn't say anything, don't ask, it's not something you should know."

"Okay." The man from Zixiaguan quickly answered, feeling that the third person must have made some big mistakes, so he couldn't even mention them.

The little elder was a little unhappy, thinking that the Zixiaguan man wanted to harm him.

In the sea of ​​swords in the sky, no one can mention Chen Xia’s infamy now. First, there is really nothing to say, and second, it is afraid that Chen Xia will take revenge.

After all, he is a person who can borrow 300,000 spirit stones and buy Qiong's head.

And the 300,000 spirit stones behind have not been returned yet.

From this perspective, no matter what outrageous things Chen Xia did, it seemed very reasonable.

When the little elder thought that he might have his head removed because of talking about Chen Xia, he couldn't help but glared at Zixiaguan's man fiercely.

The man from Zixiaguan frowned and hurriedly handed out the white jade box, clasped his fists and said.

"Thank you, the elder, for answering your questions."

"Okay, okay, let's go." The little elder waved his hand impatiently.

"I have something to discuss with you." The Zixiaguan man took out a larger white jade box from his sleeve and called the little elder.

The old man nodded and asked first: "What's the matter?"

The Zixiaguan man asked, "If I fight against Li Yang, who has a better chance of winning?"

Li Yang is the only seedling of the great emperor in this generation.

"Of course it's the Great Emperor's Seedling." The little elder replied without hesitation.

"Not necessarily." A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth and he grinned: "I am confident that I can win the first place in this preparatory disciple. As long as you have a little support..."

"Stop!" the little elder called out, "I don't care what you think or means. As long as you want to be the first in the preparation disciple this time, I will never be able to cooperate with you."

"Why?" Zixiaguan's man was really puzzled.

"You will know in the future." The little elder only answered this sentence, and hurried away, not wanting to communicate more with this bad thing.

I still want to be number one, but I still want to be removed from my head!

———

Time always slips away inadvertently.

Zhang Daoming's Alchemy Association is about to be disbanded. The four of them are now typical of not being able to make ends meet. No one has any money, so they can only be big eyes and small eyes.

"How long will Chen Xia come out?" Pi Hu's voice was a little choked, and he no longer had the coldness and stubbornness he used to be.

The reason is also very simple.

He has no money.

Zhang Daoming sighed, "It's almost there. There are still fifty years left. We'll just hold on. Even if he doesn't refine the alchemy, we'll have enough money to pay back."

"Can you really pay back the money?" Pi Hu asked again in a choked voice.

It would be fine if you didn't say this, but everyone was silent.

Can you really pay it back?

No one can say it well.

After all, even if Chen Xia doesn’t return it, what can they do?

The four of them were filled with silence for a moment, and they should be unable to sleep when they go back tonight.

Zhang Daoming founded the Alchemy Association to allow Chen Xia to refine Dao Dan and become famous, and from then on, he went his own way in the elixir.

But unexpectedly, the Taoist elixir was not refined, but Chen Xia cheated him of ten thousand spirit stones.
To be continued...