If other monks practice seriously.

Then Chen Xia is a little different. He is more like he is in retirement. He practices casually for a few times, and the emphasis is on how he wants.

For example, now he is sitting in the old site of the pavilion, laying the chessboard, making tea, and planning to wait for the big yellow dog to play for two games.

The pavilion was demolished.

He doesn't care much now, but don't let him know who broke it up.

Otherwise, I'll care.

Before the big yellow dog came, Chen Xia picked up the brewed tea and took a sip.

A preparatory disciple walked past him, holding something in his arms, keeping his head down, not daring to look around, and his steps were in a hurry, as if he was afraid of something.

The old saying goes, the more you fear, the more you will be.

Two figures in green robes suddenly flashed, and one of them kicked the preparatory disciples, making him fly back several meters, with a big foot print behind him.

Chen Xia's eyes twitched.

What a despicable flying foot.

The two figures in green robes showed their faces, they were formal disciples with famous brands hanging on their chests, and they were laughing at the prepared disciples who were falling to the ground and said.

"What are you looking at with your head hooked up? I don't know how to say hello when my senior brother comes out?"

The preparatory disciple staggered up from the ground and was about to reply, but he was slapped in front of him and fell back to the ground.

"Have you got up? With your ordinary qualifications, I am so embarrassed to stand up and talk to your senior brothers?"

The sneering of the two formal disciples continued, and they went forward directly and snatched the things in the arms of the prepared disciple.

"Senior brother helps you see what treasures are hiding. Yoho, it turns out that it is such a big bag of spirit stones."

"Then brothers, please feel a little tired, please make a 70-30% squatting with you."

The preparatory disciple lay on the ground, holding the ground tightly in his hands, without saying a word.

"Why don't you?" The golden eagle mythology among the formal disciples directly stepped on the head of the prepared disciple.

The preparatory disciple gritted his teeth, and his entire head was buried in the ground, covered with damp soil, and he did not reply.

"Haha, you are even more reluctant later, so let your senior brother tell you what seven-three points means."

The golden eagle sneered and pointed at himself, "We are seven, the third elder behind us, as for you?"

He added some force to his feet and completely stepped on the head of the preparatory disciple into the soil, sarcastically said.

"You are just a beggar on your knees!"

Chen Xia witnessed the whole process and drank the tea in the teacup.

How to say it.

What stands out is the simple folk customs.

Dahuang Dog also told him about this matter in his spare time, saying that the restrictions between areas have been lifted and formal disciples can enter the reserve disciple area.

The formal disciples are very domineering and join forces with the elders to bully the reserve disciples. Any reserve disciple who has no strength or power will be bullied.

And he could not resist. Several preparatory disciples resisted and were beaten to seriously injured. They are still lying on the hospital bed. It seems that they have not been able to recover for decades.

The big yellow dog has never dared to run around randomly for years. He just waited in the bronze door outside the sword forest, occasionally going to Elder Lei's medicinal herbs to pick two herbs from the field of Elder Lei's medicinal herbs and boiling medicinal soup for Chen Xia.

The big yellow dog even told Chen Xia specifically not to provoke these formal disciples, and avoid them when they meet them.

These formal disciples have been in the sect for thousands of years, with a deep background, and even have a connection with many elders.

If they grow up in the future, they should be able to get the elder seat of the Cangtian Sword Sea. There are a lot of things involved, and it can be described clearly in just two words of oppression.

Chen Xia put down the empty teacup and supported her head to watch this "simple folk customs" thing.

Where there are people, there will be oppression, and this is nothing to do.

He poured the teacup and stretched his body, but he still didn't plan to care. After all, helping is a love affair, not helping is a duty.

Moreover, the preparatory disciple is a monk, not a weak person. If he has the ability, he will naturally be beaten back in the future.

If you are not capable, it would be a good thing to leave the Cangtian Sword Sea like this, and you will go to a comfortable place for yourself.

But none of these are the main ones.

The main reason is that Chen Xia and this preparatory disciple were neither close nor related, nor had any communication, so he had no intention of helping.

In addition, Chen Xia has no position, let alone an elder, so there is no need to worry about these things.

However, if the imperial capital was beaten, Chen Xia would have to come forward to watch the fun.

Unfortunately, it's not.

Chen Xia naturally had no interest in it. He turned the teacup with one hand and wanted to repair another pavilion. This time he was going to repair a multi-use pool inside.

You can make tea, boil soup, cook hot pot, and bathe.

wonderful.

Chen Xia thought so, and the farce in front of him had not stopped yet.

Because the two formal disciples were already stripping off the clothes of the prepared disciples.

Chen Xia raised his eyebrows.

What kind of performance is this?

"If you have any good things on your body, take them out for your senior brother to see. It can be regarded as a gift for your senior brother to be filial to you. This will make it less than vain for your senior brother to sit down!"

The golden eagle laughed and snatched the storage magic weapon of the preparatory disciple.

"Give it back to me!" The preparatory disciple suddenly roared, and actually jumped up, and the inspiration in his hand exploded, trying to attack the golden eagle.

The century-old ancient species is forced to fight against the thousand-year-old mysterious species, and it is somewhat overestimated.

The golden eagle sneered and turned it back with one hand. The strength of the mountain-moving realm was undoubtedly revealed. An image of a golden claw emerged out of thin air, forcibly suppressing the preparatory disciples and crushing them into the soil.

The preparatory disciple had extreme anger in his eyes, grabbed the ground with both hands, stretched blue veins, and roared angrily.

"Give me the stuff back!"

"Things?" Jin Diao said in confusion: "What, what is yours here? It's obviously mine."

Suddenly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You just wanted to steal my things, so I suppressed it with one hand."

The disciple bit his teeth to death, and even blood overflowed. He looked at the golden eagle with extreme resentment, and his murderous intent was unconcealed.

Chen Xia sat a thousand meters away and shook the teacup.

I feel that this preparatory disciple should be more tolerant, after all, I can't beat these two formal disciples.

But this kind of thing is hard to say, because some things that touch the bottom line cannot be tolerated.

So someone may die later.

Chen Xia put down the teacup and straightened his waist slightly to make it easier to exert force.

If it was just a "simple folk customs" oppression and robbery incident, Chen Xia could still watch it, after all, money is something outside of his body.

But if he really wants to kill someone, he can't see it.

This is also his bottom line.

If the disciples dare to show such resentment, they will at least be half dead today.

Chen Xia has many advantages, but his only disadvantage is that he is a little kind-hearted. After nearly a thousand years, he still has not improved much.

But he doesn't want to change it either.

The golden eagle grinned with a cruel smile and cursed: "You dare to fight back if you are a waste, don't you, a waste who has just entered the sect, even the pavilion that has been in the sect for thousands of years, has been built by us.

Kill the feet!"

Chen Xia's eyes instantly condensed, and the sharp sword intent on his body was aroused.
Chapter completed!