The imperial capital is now facing a very difficult problem.

Chen Xia was right in front of him, so did he pretend not to see it, or did he pretend not to see it accidentally?

It's indeed a difficult choice.

The emperor's back-in-chief clenched his hands slightly. Unexpectedly, when he came to prepare for the disciple area for the first time, he would meet Chen Xia, who had just been released from prison.

Although he is now at the first level of the Inverted Sea Realm, he still has great pressure to face Chen Xiashi.

After all, five hundred years ago, Chen Xia could kill Qiong Qi, the sixth-level emperor seedling in the Inverted Sea Realm.

Five hundred years later, even if the environment in Jianzhu is very harsh, Chen Xia should have become stronger.

And even if it remains strong, it is still at the peak of the mountain moving realm for 500 years, and the imperial capital dares not challenge it.

A drop of cold sweat flowed out of his forehead, and he looked over without saying a word, wanting to see what Chen Xia is in now so that he can make a judgment.

Chen Xia was tilting his head and chatting with the preparatory disciples beside him, as if he was very interested in this excitement.

The imperial capital secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Xia didn't notice him. He accelerated his pace and wanted to leave, but halfway through, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Could it be that I really want to live under the shadow of Chen Xia?

I have worked hard for five hundred years. Not to mention surpassing Chen Xia, at least I have to be on an equal footing. After all, everyone is the same emperor seedling.

But if you retreat now, how can you say that you are on an equal footing?

The imperial capital frowned slightly and his head turned.

Besides, I have borrowed so many spirit stones from Chen Xia, so I can be regarded as a big creditor on Chen Xia.

Where is the reason why creditors hide from debts?

After thinking about this, the imperial capital added a little more confidence in his heart, thinking that since Chen Xia borrowed his money, most of them would speak well.

He turned around, suppressed the tension in his heart, his face was plain, and slowly walked towards Chen Xia's position in front of everyone.

The body of the prepared disciple trembled, and he watched the imperial capital come and quickly retreated.

So Chen Xia was left alone.

Now it was the official disciples and the little elders' turn to stiffen.

Why is this plague god?!

More than a dozen formal disciples looked nervous and panicked, hoping that Chen Xia would just pass by and watch the fun, not to worry about this matter.

Why did the imperial capital come forward?

Do you want to catch the battle?

After all, it was the same emperor Miaozi, who was crushed to death by Chen Xia at the time. Now, after five hundred years, it is normal to feel depressed and not convinced.

Could it be that he really fought? Chen Xia took off Qiong Qi's head five hundred years ago!

More than a dozen formal disciples were confused, hoping that there would be no trouble.

However, the imperial capital had already faced with Chen Xia, and his hands were still under his face, and his face was dull.

"I haven't seen you for a long time."

"It won't be long." Chen Xia answered casually. Seeing that the show was over, she lost interest and raised her feet, planning to go back.

The imperial capital exhaled a secret breath in his heart, suppressing his nervous mood, and his tone was still plain.

"I've already turned the sea."

He said this, and all the onlookers took a breath of air conditioning. He really didn't expect that the last Emperor Miaozi had become a cultivator in the Inverted Sea Realm.

No wonder he was able to kill Li Yang so easily!

Chen Xia paused, glanced at her eyes and asked softly.

"Try it?"

Look at whether your inverted sea realm is real or not.

This sentence was too low, and the preparatory disciples on the side did not hear it.

But the imperial capital's mood suddenly pounded wildly, and his dull expression was almost unstable, so I hurriedly added a sentence.

"When will you return the spirit stone you borrowed from me?"

The reason why he asked so quickly was not to ask for the spirit stone, but...

Afraid of being beaten.

It's impossible to beat the creditor, right?

In the eyes of the imperial capital, Chen Xia can do it without returning his spirit stones, just don’t fight. There are so many people present, so it’s better to give him some face.

If you want to fight, go and beat Qiu Li.

When Chen Xia heard this, he really lost the idea of ​​trying it out. He touched his cheek and smiled.

"I will pay you back when I have money."

But he didn't say when he would be rich.

The imperial capital didn't ask, for him, it would be considered successful without being beaten.

He had communicated with Chen Xiaping and others at least once, which was quite a little progress, so he felt a little excited.

From the side point of view, he should be the best monk Li, and he is also the first among the great emperors in his generation.

As for Chen Xia, he definitely is not considered the great emperor of his generation.

Chen Xia is still a preparatory disciple, so he is the Emperor's Scarlett of this generation. If he wants to compete with Chen Xia, he must be Li Yang.

But don't care about his affairs.

The imperial capital smiled and was a little happy. After putting his hands on, he walked in the opposite direction of Chen Xia.

The formal disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts finally let go.

They can understand the situation.

As for the preparatory disciple who couldn't understand the situation, he only felt that Chen Xia should have some background. He actually knew the Emperor Miaozi and borrowed a lot of spiritual stones from the Emperor Capital.

Judging from these two sentences alone, Chen Xia’s background should be quite large.

However, the preparatory disciples present did not know the specific background, and even didn't know Chen Xia's name.

The official disciples and the little elders who knew did not say anything, and if there were any preparation disciples asking, they just replied seriously.

"Don't ask."

All fifteen formal disciples left, no one dared to block the road.

Li Yang, who was forcibly standing up, finally couldn't help it, and blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth again, falling to the ground, his face pale.

Liu Qing, who was beside him, hurriedly took out the pill from his arms and put it into Li Yang's mouth.

They were in the middle of the crowd, but no one came forward to help them.

This is what Liu Qing called the "big family".

It's really a bit too funny when I see this.

This farce broke all the fantasies of the preparatory disciples. They originally wanted to rely on Li Yang's protection and wrestle with the official disciples.

I didn't expect it to end so soon, and I didn't even have the power to resist at all.

On the second day alone, a formal disciple came to collect the spirit stones again, and added 30% of them, because he had not paid them before.

If you can't take it out, that's fine. You'll give you three years of preparation time. If you can't take it out, then use the things to pay for it.

If there is not enough, there are two options.

First, be a dog-legged person and a coolie for them.

The second is to be beaten and throw away.

It can be considered as a way to finish the preparation disciples. During this cruel path of cultivation, the formal disciples' approach is quite gentle.

The preparatory disciples could not get so many spirit stones for a moment, so they all went to ask for the part they had paid to Li Yang.

Li Yang had agreed to protect him before, but now that he can't protect him, he will definitely refund the money.

This incident was quite a big deal. A bunch of preparatory disciples surrounded Li Yang's cave, but didn't say anything, just hung a banner and called back the money.

It's still deep winter.

The injured Li Yang slowly walked out of the cave and, with the company of Liu Qing, compensated all the spirit stones he received.

Then there is the rare heavy snow.

Li Yang looked pale and returned to the cave without saying a word.

In the pavilion not far away.

There was a man in the green shirt cooking snow to make tea. Before the tea was cooked, he stood up first and had already made plans.

He is very short of money now, although he doesn't have to pay back the money he owes, such as the fisherman's 120,000 spirit stones, Chen Xia never thought of paying it back.

But he is still short of money. In his future practice, he needs to support his spiritual stones. It is impossible to have no money.

And Chen Xia has already figured out a way to make money.

It's very simple. Just as usual, just collect money from the preparatory disciples and the little elders.

Li Yang can't afford a business.

He Chen Xia can eat it.

And this is the second time I have eaten it.

The snow water in the teacup was boiling, and the heat bubbling was rumbled out.

Chen Xia picked it up, walked out of the pavilion, drank the cup of tea in the heavy snow, and couldn't help but sigh.
Chapter completed!