The lessons that time has taught Chen Xia.

It means not to enter other people's time, because the ending can only be a tragedy for him.

It would be great to watch it once or twice occasionally. If you really use this to realize the truth, Chen Xia felt that he would only have two results.

Either you get depression or become very cold.

He is already a little cold now. If he is more indifferent, he will probably have no feelings about life and death.

This is not a good thing.

Chen Xia stayed in his dark cave, thinking for a long time, constantly reflecting on whether he could do better and whether there was anything wrong with him.

But what can I do if I reflect on it?

The tree has been completed.

Chen Xia sighed, patted his sleeves, turned the tea that he had drunk yesterday into the day before yesterday, picked it up and took a sip, and then slowly shook it out.

This is his new insight into time, and he can make major changes to objects, from nothing to something, from virtual to reality.

It is more profound than the passage of time before.

But the cost of understanding is also greater.

Chen Xia took his hands and wandered out. The pattern outside did not change much. After all, for monks, decades were not too short, but not too long.

He came out to relax, but he didn't expect that he would be entangled as soon as he came, and more than one person was involved.

It was a group of preparatory disciples and little elders who surrounded Chen Xia, with a visible surprise and resentment on his face, and he was excitedly scolded.

"Brother, after you went into seclusion, those formal disciples became arrogant again. Not only did they beat us up and loot us, but they even didn't let the little elder go, and they were all stunned."

"We have come to you many times and knocked on the cave, but no one answered. I guess you are in seclusion and dare not disturb you. Today I finally waited until you came out of seclusion!"

In the eyes of these preparatory disciples, only Chen Xia can fight with those formal disciples.

Chen Xia is not in a good mood now, so he wants to relax and has no intention of fighting, so he waved his hand and asked back.

"Do you want to bite you back after the dog bites you?"

"But the problem is that he didn't take a bite, he would almost bite me to death!"

The preparatory disciple replied angrily, and asked at the same time.

"You have received so many gifts from us, so you won't want to leave us alone now."

Chen Xia really wanted to accept gifts but not do anything, but his morality was still not low enough and his face was not so thick, so he could only nod.

"In a few days, I'm in a bad mood these days, and I'll stand up for you in a few days."

Everyone who received Chen Xia's promise was instantly angry and shouted immediately.

"It's done, you are our leader now. I think anyone else dares to bully us!"

"I can't bear it anymore. I'll go and slap the elder Bidou now and ask him to steal my magic weapon!"

Don't go, he is better than you.

Chen Xia wanted to scream like this, but the man had already walked away and couldn't stop watching him.

It's okay, you can learn from your mistakes and learn from them.

I hope this person won't be so impulsive again in his next life.

A group of preparatory disciples surrounded Chen Xia in the middle and had already elected Chen Xia as the person in charge. Even the young elders were the only ones who followed him.

"The imperial capital and Qiu Li are here, aren't these two people doing anything?" Chen Xia asked curiously.

He has been enlightened for decades. Didn’t the imperial capital and Qiu Li lead the preparatory disciples to resist?

Especially Qiu Li is the descendant of a big man in the Cangtian Sword Sea, why is he still bullied?

The little elder sighed and said helplessly.

"The imperial capital has resisted once, and fought with two formal disciples for a long time, and even took a slight victory. Unfortunately..."

This sentence is a pity that the emperor has never fought.

"Later, Qiong Qi, who ranked fifth among the official disciples, appeared on the stage without saying a word, and the emperor's capital was half dead when he slapped him, and no one dared to resist since then."

Chen Xia frowned, suddenly thought of something very interesting, and asked the little elder.

"Did the imperial capital only beat Akayu in the past few hundred years?"

The little elder recalled carefully and nodded in agreement, "It seems that it is indeed the case."

The second time he was beaten hard by Chen Xia, and the third time he was fucked by Qiong Qi twice.

I thought I was the Emperor's Seedling and should have taken the invincible path, but I repeatedly encountered walls. Who can I ask for reason?

I can only admit that I am unlucky.

The little elder sighed and suddenly laughed.

"But now the imperial capital is also trying to get out of his invincible path. Even if he was slapped by Qiong Qi, he would not have any frustration."

"What invincible road?" Chen Xia was a little curious.

"I don't know." The little elder shook his head and mentioned, "I only heard the imperial capital often talk to himself, saying that people who can't beat can be considered as the same level? They are all seniors."

"Okay." Chen Xia nodded, feeling that he is indeed a master of the Emperor and has always been a good player in self-hypnosis.

"Where is Qiu Li?" he asked again.

This well-known existence, with divine eyes and an immortal body outside, was originally called the strongest among the three great emperors.

The little elder shook his head, "Qiu Li seems to be about to seal himself again. He said that this great world is different from his original age, and he is a little unacceptable."

"Can you still keep it covered?" Chen Xia was a little curious.

Isn’t this a ten thousand-year-old turtle? As long as I can’t beat me, I will shrink my head and hide, and wait for the battle to compete for the emperor when I can.

Good guy.

This is also an invincible road, right?

The three emperor seedlings among the preparatory disciples do have their own invincible paths to walk.

One person who can't beat is considered a senior, and the other person who can't beat it will hide.

The last one died and there was no need to fight.

They are the three invincible brothers.

The little elder shook his head and explained.

"Of course not. Every time you seal a great world, it will damage the heart of Tao. Since you hide, your invincibility will become shallow. In the end, the invincibility will be gone, and in the end, the invincibility will be gone, and you will never be sealed again."

"Didn't the relationship between formal disciples and preparatory disciples eased down a few decades ago?" Chen Xia changed the subject and asked suddenly.

"We don't know either. It was originally eased, and the formal disciples were not here either. After all, there was something good in the area where the disciples were prepared. They came here before just to experience some feeling of oppression."

"But after the 20th year of your retreat, formal disciples suddenly poured in, and they were even more fierce than the first time, and they defeated many preparatory disciples."

The little elder replied.

Chen Xia looked at him with a glancing eyes, "Do you have any clues?"

"I have no idea, but I've been beaten a few times." The little elder replied honestly.

"I have a clue." Chen Xia replied.

"What?" the little elder asked in surprise.

"Someone is doing something bad behind his back, and he beat Qiong Qi in the imperial capital. As for the reason, it may be coming to me."

Chen Xia crossed his ten fingers and slowly stretched outwards, making a crackling sound of bones, and said calmly.

"Come on, I'm so depressed..."
Chapter completed!