Immortal Me Can Infinitely Add Points For Myself

　　When people are extremely angry, they will become extremely furious.
　　Chen Xia had said this more than once. For example, right now.
　　He opened his mouth and spat out. A pure purple-gold small sword suddenly shot out, cutting through the void like a purple bird flying by, and brutally pierced through the Golden Eagle's golden claw image.
　　The preparatory disciple, free from the suppression, immediately got up and was about to charge at the Golden Eagle.
　　This was clearly an act of courting death.
　　Fortunately, the Golden Eagle didn't have time to deal with this preparatory disciple. His eyes were fixed firmly on the purple-gold small sword suspended in the air, and the alarm bells in his heart were ringing loudly.
　　Before, his spiritual consciousness had been too lax, and he hadn't paid attention to his surroundings. But why hadn't he even detected the appearance of this purple-gold small sword?
　　If the purple-gold small sword had stabbed his own head instead of the golden claw image just now...
　　The Golden Eagle felt a bit scared and didn't dare to think about it anymore. He casually pushed aside the charging preparatory disciple, faced the purple-gold small sword, and said in a deep voice.
　　"I don't know which elder is in such a good mood and even drew his sword against me, a disciple!"
　　The one accompanying the Golden Eagle was also a Mysterious Species. He was tall and mighty, with two lightning horns on his head and a handsome appearance. At this moment, he was also staring fixedly at the purple-gold flying sword and said.
　　"The two of us are incense-holding acolytes under Elder Three. Although our status isn't high, it's still a position after all. You should come out and explain yourself."
　　While the two were speaking, their spiritual consciousness quickly scanned the surroundings, but they found nothing at all. They could only feel the sharp sword intent on the purple-gold small sword.
　　The two of them became even more cautious, their brows tightly furrowed. They pinched hand seals with their hands and already had spells ready in their hands, ready to throw them out at any time.
　　The preparatory disciple fell to the side, his eyes full of resentment. However, no one paid attention to him at this time.
　　The purple-gold small sword suddenly trembled and let out a ringing sound. The tip of the sword turned upside down and pointed directly at the Golden Eagle and the other one.
　　"You've done one thing wrong."
　　A calm voice sounded, and a figure in a green shirt suddenly appeared in front of them out of thin air. He stretched out two fingers, pointed at them, and continued.
　　"And it's terribly wrong."
　　The Golden Eagle frowned. He hadn't seen this person before. However, since he could possess a magic weapon like the purple-gold small sword, he must be a sword cultivator at least at the level of an elder. So he didn't dare to be negligent at the moment and quickly explained.
　　"Competition among cultivators is normal. High-level cultivators have special privileges. This is what Elder Three often teaches us. We're also following Elder Three's teachings to do things..."
　　The Golden Eagle glanced at the preparatory disciple as he said this and then looked at Chen Xia and continued.
　　"If this person has something to do with you, then we admit that we've clashed. But if you want to make trouble unreasonably, we'll have to ask Elder Three to make the decision."
　　Elder Three of the Azure Sky Sword Sea was a powerful figure at the peak of the Mending Heaven Realm. No matter how powerful this figure in the green shirt was, he probably shouldn't challenge Elder Three.
　　The Golden Eagle was thinking like this and had already thought of what to say next. He would just say that he did it unintentionally and casually apologize.
　　If this figure in the green shirt still persisted in pursuing the matter, he would really have to bring out Elder Three.
　　Chen Xia shook his head. "That's not what you're wrong about. I also quite agree with Elder Three's words."
　　After all, he might beat these two people up later, which could also be considered as competition among cultivators.
　　The Golden Eagle frowned, puzzled, and said, "Since you agree, then we haven't done anything wrong, right?"
　　"No." Chen Xia shook his head. "You're wrong, and terribly wrong."
　　He slightly lifted his foot as if to step down and continued.
　　"You demolished my pavilion."
　　The Golden Eagle was slightly stunned and then quickly explained, "We did it unintentionally. The pavilion looked too old, so we pushed it down to renovate it for you."
　　It had to be said that the Golden Eagle's mind was really quick, and he immediately thought of an explanation.
　　Unfortunately, Chen Xia didn't buy it.
　　The purple-gold small sword didn't move.
　　Chen Xia stepped down with his lifted foot. Before anyone could react, Chen Xia seemed to have taken a moment out of time, directly flashed forward, grabbed the Golden Eagle's head, and lifted him up high, questioning him.
　　"Renovate? I haven't seen you renovate it well until now. Are you kidding me?"
　　The Golden Eagle's body seemed to be suppressed by thousands of sword intents and couldn't move at all. He was horrified in his heart and quickly shouted.
　　"We'll help you renovate it right away!"
　　"First fix your brain." Chen Xia casually threw the Golden Eagle down. The purple-gold small sword instantly flew over and directly hovered above the Golden Eagle's head.
　　There was still the Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon with the natural lightning horns left.
　　Chen Xia casually stretched out a finger and beckoned. A golden-yellow flying sword appeared out of thin air and hung beside him.
　　The Golden Eagle and the Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon looked at this golden-yellow flying sword, and their horror grew even deeper. They couldn't believe it.
　　This was actually a sword cultivator with two natal flying swords, and the pure sword intent on the second golden-yellow flying sword was even stronger than that on the first purple-gold small sword.
　　"What species are you?" Chen Xia tilted his head slightly and looked at the Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon with a puzzled expression.
　　He felt that the species in these Great Heavens all looked strange and were not easy to recognize.
　　The Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon quickly introduced himself. "I'm the Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon, an incense-holding acolyte under Elder Three. I'll soon have the opportunity to be promoted to a furnace-holding acolyte."
　　Both the Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon and the Golden Eagle had one thing in common in their words. They both liked to mention Elder Three.
　　But Chen Xia never bought this. He wasn't fighting against Elder Three.
　　"Do you know who I am?" Chen Xia pointed at himself and asked again.
　　The Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then shook his head. "I haven't really heard much about you. But if you give me a hint, I should know. I'm on good terms with many elders in the sect."
　　Chen Xia raised a single finger, causing the golden-yellow flying sword behind him to move as well. He shook his head and said.
　　"Then you're not good at this. You've come to the preparatory disciples' living quarters, yet you don't know who I am."
　　The Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon was really troubled. He originally thought that there weren't any powerful people in the preparatory disciples' area. He just needed to have a good relationship with those few elders.
　　But he didn't expect such a person to suddenly pop up, and the problem was that he had never heard of Chen Xia's name.
　　It was really difficult for him to answer at the moment.
　　"You must be some kind of prodigy, quietly cultivating in the preparatory disciples' area!" The Golden Eagle was the first to give an answer.
　　Chen Xia patted the Golden Eagle's head and sighed.
　　"With such a useful brain of yours, it's a waste not to use it to make soup."
　　The Golden Eagle's body trembled, feeling a bit scared, and didn't dare to say anything more.
　　The preparatory disciple on the side knew Chen Xia, but it wasn't his turn to speak.
　　The Thunderbolt Spirit Flood Dragon frowned tightly, stared at the two flying swords, and racked his brains, thinking about which people in the sect were sword cultivators with two natal flying swords.
　　He thought hard but couldn't get an answer. He could only answer first.
　　"Since you can possess two natal flying swords, you should be a prodigy sword cultivator in the sect. We have no impression of you, so you must be some senior!"
　　"No." Chen Xia shook his head. He raised a single finger, causing the two flying swords to let out a long, leisurely sword ring.
　　"Not two. For flying swords like these, I have..."
　　He smiled slightly.
　　"Four hundred and eighty thousand of them."