This is what cultivating immortals is like

The silver-white shuttle traveled high in the sky and flew towards the west at a rapid speed.

Different from the ten-seat small shuttle that Lu Bei purchased for players, the exclusive shuttle for the Holy Land of the Human Race has a handsome appearance and a huge internal space. It has a rest area and a quiet room, and is also equipped with a tea room and a small garden for passengers to chat when gathering.

In addition, the shuttle is engraved with ancient Daxia talismans. It is faster and has stronger defense. It travels through various countries without air traffic control restrictions and has an independent channel.

There are ten people in total on this trip, eight players, one instructor, and one tour guide. Except for Lu Bei and the pacer, everyone else is named Zhu.

After boarding the shuttle, several contestants from the old Zhu family either consulted Zhu Xiushi to solve problems in practice, or were led to a quiet room to sit cross-legged and meditate to cultivate their magic power.

Sharpening a gun in the face of battle will bring displeasure.

But in Lu Bei's view, this is just a temporary fix, and at most it seeks psychological comfort, but the actual effect is mediocre.

So he stopped practicing and went to the small garden with a cup of tea.

After a while, Zhu Qilan met Ai at the corner and met Lu Bei, sitting down and drinking tea with him.

"This is the situation. The shuttle will be attacked by the examiners from the Holy Land of the Human Race on the way. Just know it and don't spread it. According to the rules, you and I are not qualified to know about the surprise assessment by drawing lots." Lu Bei put down the tea cup and Zhu Qilan I'm a man of few words, I'm not a talkative person, but it's better to give him a reminder just in case.

"Since we are not qualified to know, why would the envoy from the Holy Land tell you?"

Zhu Qilan was quite speechless. She didn't even know that Lu Bei knew so many women outside, and judging by their appearance, they all had very close relationships.

Are you crazy? How can this dead man be so good? Now the female nuns have such bad eyesight?

"We don't know each other without fighting. Sister Bu and I have a very good relationship."

Lu Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Qilan jokingly: "What's wrong? Do you feel unhappy when you see me hanging out with others?"

"Oh, you are so sentimental."

"Hehe, I just like your unruly look."

Lu Bei picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, then picked up Zhu Qilan who was still sulking. It was a long way to the Holy Land of the Human Race, and he was idle when he was idle. It would be better to go to the quiet room for dual cultivation.

…

Four days later.

Quyan State, Fulong Mountains.

Qu Yan is a great human nation. It has a national fortune of two thousand and one hundred years and is ranked among the thousand-year divine dynasties. Influenced by the Kunlun Mountains, the country has sufficient spiritual energy and the average level of the monks is extremely high. Compared with Wuzhou, it is a perfect high-level map.

Xuanlong and Xiongchu were dynasties with thousands of years of history. The royal family had great luck and luck, and the Zhao family and the Gu family had numerous talents throughout the generations. However, in terms of overall national strength, it was still inferior to Qu Yan.

Firstly, the national destiny is not long-term, and the history of the two countries is not as deep as that of Quyan. Secondly, because of the geographical location, Quyan is uniquely endowed with natural resources, making it easier for monks to practice.

Of course, when comparing big countries, we should not look at who has outstanding advantages, but whose weaknesses are obvious.

Xuanlong is unlucky to be located in the north, and has been threatened by monsters for many years. In real comparison, its military strength is not necessarily much worse than that of Quyan. Unfortunately, its development is limited, military expenditures are overrun every year, and there is not much spare money in the pocket.

Xiong Chu's misfortune was cursed in the royal bloodline. The Gu family's life span was severely reduced. There were endless talents, but they were still unable to accumulate a strong family fortune. The gods had been lonely for thousands of years.

Qu Yan did not have these problems, and the surrounding small countries were docile and submissive by it. None of them had been established for more than a thousand years.

Every time a small country reaches a five-hundred-year-old dynasty, it will be cautious and tread on thin ice. However, accidents always come suddenly. Because of one or another accident, other countries join forces to destroy it.

This is the rhythm that should exist between big and small countries. A small catastrophe in five hundred years and a big catastrophe in a thousand years. Throughout history, it is always like this.

Xiongchu was able to safely survive the thousand-year catastrophe. He should be grateful to the demon clan of Shiwandashan, otherwise Xuanlong would not have allowed his younger brother to be on an equal footing with him.

Of course, Xiongchu also paid a huge price for this responsibility, and all three artifacts of Zhenguo were lost.

In the 825th year since the founding of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, the glory of the divine dynasty will be ushered in for a thousand years. When the time comes, the overall national power will explode.

Crisis coexists, and at the same time, there is a thousand-year catastrophe that will destroy the country. It is conceivable that Xuanlong, Xiongchu and even Qi Yan would not let Wu Zhou successfully overcome the disaster.

Closer to home, a corner of the Fulong Mountains.

Darkness surged around, and the aura was hidden and difficult to detect. A rough count revealed that there were probably dozens of people.

Two men in black stood on the top of the mountain.

The man among the two looks very eye-catching with his middle-aged appearance, thick eyebrows, big eyes, lion nose and wide mouth, and a sleek hairstyle.

His shoulders are broad and his back is thick, his limbs are strong, and his cuffs are rolled up to the middle of his arms, exposing the explosive muscles on both arms. His whole body is not handsome at all.

However, there is a calmness between his eyebrows, thick on the outside and thin on the inside. At first glance, he is a reliable teammate.

Examiner of the Human Race Holy Land, Nie Zixiong.

The woman's appearance and color are flawless, with long and naturally curved eyebrows, eyes that look forward to smoke, a slight smile on her face, and two dimples that are quite intoxicating.

The shoulders are as sharp as a knife, the waist is slender, and the figure is quite charming.

What's even more rare is that he is so thin and yet so confident. There is great evil here.

Examiner of the Human Race Holy Land, Nie Ziyi.

I want to mention here that the Human Race Holy Land accepts disciples in batches. Regardless of the identity of the applicants or where they are from, their surnames and generations will be unified after entry.

Nie Zixiong and Nie Ziyi are the predecessors of Bu Zishi and Yu Zixun. Because of their excellent qualifications, they have a higher status in the Holy Land and belong to the ranks of direct disciples.

"Brother, why was Wu Zhou placed at the bottom of the assessment? Xiongchu performed very well before, and they deserve this treatment." Nie Ziyi took out a small notebook, held a red pen in his hand, and wrote two lines.

There is a grand event held every ten years in the Holy Land of the Human Race. Because there are too many participants, examiners will randomly draw lots to delete a group of unlucky ones.

Taking the Kunlun Mountains as the east-west coordinate, it is divided into four regions: southeast, northeast, southwest, and northwest. The Northeast region was selected this time, and the four kingdoms of Xuanlong, Xiongchu, Wuzhou, and Qiyan are all in this area.

Due to internal chaos in Qi Yan, various forces competed for the quota of participants. The contestants sent were mixed, and all the contestants were marked with red crosses by the two examiners.

If you are eliminated early, you can go to the Human Sacred Land to watch the ceremony, but you will not be eligible to participate.

Xuanlong was playing catch-up as usual. The whole country was fighting against the monster clan and had no interest in participating in the so-called grand gathering. He threw in a few fusion periods to show that he had participated.

Of course, because of my bad attitude and negative response to the exam, I was given a red cross by the examiner.

Xuanlong is also a weirdo. The white-haired people are not very interested in the human holy land. The old Zhao family has been hidden all year round. The only connection with the holy land is to ask for resources and give people money and equipment so that they can fight against the monsters.

He is a money-hungry guy who acts recklessly without giving any benefits. He doesn't even say thank you when he gets benefits. He has a very bad reputation in the Holy Land.

At the same time, it also has an excellent reputation.

Xuanlong's achievements in resisting the demon clan cannot be ignored. There were more than ten emperors who died in the border battles. They made outstanding contributions and never competed for fame and wealth. Therefore, no matter what Xuanlong wanted, the Holy Land would accept it with all its teeth.

If it is too much, he will take the lead in donating money and set an example to make the neighboring countries such as Xiongchu, Wuzhou, Qiyan and so on become more conscious.

Compared with the two countries, Xiongchu performed well. The two examiners drew red circles and recognized that all eight people in the group were qualified to participate.

"Everyone in Xiongchu is amazed, but it's a pity..."

Nie Zixiong shook his head slightly. He had heard about the blood curse of the Gu family. It involves the Immortal Island in the East China Sea, and there is quite a gap between it and the Hidden Dragon Clan. Even the Holy Land of the Human Race cannot interfere.

All I can say is, it's a pity.

"Senior brother, I have a question for you!"

"Among Wu Zhou's contestants, there are a few that are worth paying attention to. I want to confirm them personally. I put them at the end because I want to have a surprise."

Nie Zixiong pointed to the list on the small book and said: "Zhu Qilan and Zhu Shihan are two talented people. They may perform well in this conference. Zhu Miao became a blockbuster ten years ago. This is his last time participating. I am looking forward to his performance." Performance, and then there’s…this person.”

"Lu Bei, the sect leader of the Tianjian Sect, the inheritor of the Immortal Sword Intent..."

The information about Lu Bei is very complicated. The main reason is that his record is too gorgeous. From Qi Yan's tribulation period to the demon king in the northern border of Xuanlong, he has faced greater and greater challenges along the way. He has never been defeated when he encounters stronger enemies. .

Looking at the series of achievements, Nie Ziyi was amazed and said bluntly: "Brother, is it possible that the transcript is falsified? After all, he is only in his early twenties and has practiced cultivation for less than two years."

The pronunciation is emphasized to highlight a suspicion.

According to usual experience, in order to add points to their resumes or to receive red envelopes from contestants, inner disciples from various countries will brag about the contestants' abilities.

Nie Ziyi thinks there are two suspicious things. One is Lu Bei's actual age, and the other is his training time. Too exaggerated leads to too false. Even a reincarnated immortal should not be like this.

Nie Zixiong refused to comment. You will know the truth once you try it: "Junior sister, are the formation diagrams and puppets ready?"

"The formation has been set up, and the puppets are ready to go. Senior brother...it's just an assessment. You don't want to go out in person, right?"

"That's right."

Nie Zixiong looked into the sky and murmured: "After all, it is the Immortal Sword Intent. Anyone else would be tempted to learn a lesson from it."

"Senior brother, let's talk ugly things up front. If his record is true, you will probably not be your opponent."

"It doesn't matter. If he wins, it means that a generation of wizards from our human race will be born, and I will be even happier as a brother."

"But you are the examiner, do you still want the face of the Holy Land?"

"this……"

Nie Zixiong choked for a moment, then shook his head after a while: "Probably not. Brother Wei is still very confident in his own strength."

"Brother, people are here."

"Do it!"

Nie Zixiong's eyes exploded with light, and as he finished speaking, ancient Daxia characters extended in all directions, and the formation spread silently.

As the transparent clouds surged in all directions, the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly stopped at a certain moment. After it started to circulate again, an independent world was completely formed.

Nie Ziyi is responsible for presiding over the formation, and black shadows hide in each door of the formation.

At this time, the silver-white flying shuttle flew over the formation. The pacer received the order and drove the shuttle into the entrance of the formation.