This is the 400th year of preparing for the disciple's practice, and it is very close to the five hundred years of promotion competition.

The disciples' practice became more and more intense, and there was no one in the area for decades.

They all want to be promoted to official disciples, but they don’t want to be abandoned by the Cangtian Sword Sea.

If the promotion fails, most of them can only return to the family and inherit the status of the young master and the Son of God.

But these names are useless in the face of real strength.

As the top three existences in this star field, Cangtian Sword Sea has almost the power to control everything.

Even the lowest-level ancient preparatory disciples who went to other remote areas in the star field were still big figures like gods.

Not to mention the mysterious seeds, supreme seeds, myths, etc. that are even higher.

Once you become a formal disciple, your status will rise like a storm. Even if you destroy a small planet, no one will dare to say anything about you.

Even the ancient elders who were once tall and arrogant in their own family would kneel down and kowtow to them.

This is the lofty status of the official disciple of Cangtian Sword Sea.

There are no more than 300 formal disciples in the entire Cangtian Sword Sea, and the lowest among these 300 people are mysterious species.

There are also ancient species who have been promoted to formal disciples through their own efforts and talents, but they have not stayed for long.

Because the official disciples all felt that an ancient genie was an insult to them, insulting their noble bloodline, and even the Supreme genie spoke directly.

"How can the gods stay with the pigs?"

This ancient species could bear the insult, but could not bear the fist, so it was defeated and left the sea of ​​swords in the sky.

Formal disciples account for 99% of the responsibility for the retirement of ancient genus.

This ancient species accounts for 1% because he is not strong enough.

If it is strong enough, this kind of repulsion will not occur.

For example, Chen Xia, although he has the name of a great emperor, he is nothing, and he is the most numerous and weak human race among the great heavens.

But now you go out and ask, is anyone who dares not let him join the official disciple?

Does anyone dare to insult and reject him?

The last one who insulted and rejected the grave was three feet tall!

As long as you are strong enough, you are going to bully others, not others oppress you.

And being promoted to a formal disciple is the ticket to becoming a strong man.

Even if there are only twenty tickets out of the 500 disciples, they have to fight for it regardless of their own.

Among them, the two great emperors, the Imperial Capital and Qiu Li, must occupy two votes.

Some powerful supreme and mysterious species will account for seven or eight votes.

What remains are the common supreme species and the mysterious species, as well as the competition between most races.

And one of the good news is that Chen Xia is in jail, so the promotion quota that originally belonged to Chen Xia will be vacant.

So who can get this quota?

Nothing can be said well.

In addition, there is another big thing happening in the sea of ​​Cangtian Sword.

Zhang Daoming's Alchemy Association was officially established, and Cangtian Alchemy was established by Hei Yan, Pi Hu and Tonghe.

This is good news, and there is also bad news.

They have no existence to practice finale medicine.

Those who can practice have already gone to jail.

This leads to their Cangtian Alchemy being weaker than the powerful Alchemy associations in the Star Domain. After all, those Alchemy associations are auctioned with Taoist medicines.

Zhang Daoming and the other two could only do business with disciples in the sect. In fact, it was similar to usual, just because they had an extra name for the Cangtian Alchemy.

Zhang Daoming often sighed. Just about the number of times he missed Chen Xia, he should be the one who missed Chen Xia the most.

I have to think about Chen Xia dozens of times every day, and his ten thousand spirit stones.

Without the spirit stones, he is a little embarrassed to buy medicinal materials now. Many times he has to make careful calculations in refining alchemy, and his life is so poor.

Zhang Daoming wanted to sell his stove and use it with Pi Hu and others.

This is a life without money. It can be said that you can't help but think about everything you do.

Chen Xia gave him a Taoist sword on credit, but the problem is that he is not a sword cultivator and does not go out to fight with others. Moreover, this sword cannot be sold.

He is not the master of the sword, and no one will accept it.

The four-person Alchemy Association is now created, it is really like a joke, with no reputation at all.

The key point is that there is a missing one major central figure.

Zhang Daoming had no choice but to do so. He couldn't protect himself now, so he could only drag it out like this half-death first.

After Chen Xia is released from prison, it should be better... Should it?

Zhang Daoming couldn't say that he had heard of Jianhai Prison, which was ten thousand meters deep. The last time he was detained was three thousand years ago.

He imprisoned a great emperor who stole the Tiange martial arts and defected to the Cangtian Sword Sea, and the great emperor's seedling was still in the Overturned Sea Realm.

But in the end, he had not lived for even three hundred years. He was strangled by the sword sea and was extremely unparalleled. When he was caught, he was dead and could not die again.

Many people are a little optimistic and think that Chen Xia will definitely come back in five hundred years.

Because Chen Xia took off Qi's head from the sixth level of the Inverted Sea Realm, they felt that it was OK.

But Zhang Daoming knew that if you really talk about the realm, Chen Xia was actually the peak of the mountain realm.

Sword Sea Strangling is not like fighting. It only depends on endurance, but more on vitality and endurance.

Because you can't pay back your hands, you can tolerate the strangulation of the sword sea.

Can Chen Xia resist for five hundred years?

Zhang Daoming didn't know that, he shook his head, hoping that Chen Xia could withstand it. If he really couldn't withstand it, his ten thousand spirit stones would have to be considered to be buried with Chen Xia.

Zhang Daoming, who had lived nearly long ago, sighed, and his short body seemed hunched and frustrated.

I don’t know if it’s because of regret for Chen Xia or sighing at myself.

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The eighty year.

In the dark sea of ​​swords ten thousand meters deep, in the square prison, a long-haired figure stood inside with his head down, bent down and hunched.

His body was covered in blood, and his blue shirt had long been broken, hanging on his body like a rag.

The heavy shackles were filled with formations, which tied Chen Xia, making him move slightly slower, and just a little move was a little difficult.

In the depths of the sword sea, huge sea beasts often parade, and from time to time they will come to bite and knock Chen Xia's prison, making a huge sound, and shaking Chen Xia at the same time.

The undercurrents not far away began to become rapid, which was a sign that the sea beast was about to appear.

Chen Xia stood quietly.

Bang!

The huge teeth bit a corner of the prison, and the eyes as big as lanterns looked straight into the prison, surrounded by five-color patterns, and the body was covered with dense and uneven small sword blades.

The sea beast bit the cage and swung its tail hard, trying to throw Chen Xia into his mouth.

Chen Xia suddenly opened his eyes, and there were all pure sword intents. His hand poked out from his arms. It was the sharp sword intent I caught from the sword wave last time.

The heavy shackles made a loud noise, and the formation was shining, but it could not limit Chen Xia's movements at all.

He instantly arrived at the top of the prison, and all the sharp sword intent pierced into the head of the sea beast, and took out the colorful eyeballs.

The sea beast was in pain and howled twice, let go of the mouth that bit the prison and quickly escaped.

Chen Xia held her colorful eyes and suffocated her mouth.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

So this is an organ with a sea beast with a lot of sword intent.

The sea of ​​swords in his body flipped, and in just a few rounds, more than a dozen ordinary flying swords became spiritual swords.

Chen Xia wiped his mouth and scratched a slight wound on himself, emitting blood with sword intent and spiritual energy into the deep sea, waiting for the next unlucky guy to come.

Do you understand what fishing law enforcement means?

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ps: Let's have a classic hell joke.

Warrior: "Brother, I swear to my sword, I will definitely avenge you!"

Archer: "My bow will help you too!"

Berserker: "And my axe!"

Necromancer: "And your dead brother!"
Chapter completed!