This is what cultivating immortals is like

There was a loud bang.

The disciples of the Zhu family who were sitting cross-legged in the quiet room woke up from their cultivation. They mistakenly thought that the holy land of the human race had arrived. They couldn't bear the joy in their hearts. They opened the door and gathered together to talk.

Because of national conditions, Zhu Dao and Zhu Shihan were invisibly isolated.

"Don't make any noise, this is Quyan, we haven't reached the Holy Land yet." Zhu Xiushi appeared with a cold face. In the absence of bad boys, the female instructor was full of majesty, enough to calm the young people present.

After the words fell, the pace master walked quickly, with a solemn face and whispered to Zhu Xiushi.

"Is there such a thing?!"

Zhu Xiushi was shocked and asked a group of people to wait where they were, saying that they had important matters to deal with first.

"Senior, what exactly happened? If it's something trivial, I can do it for you." Zhu Dao asked with a frown.

"It's nothing. Qu Yan didn't recognize the Holy Land Shuttle and regarded us as intruders. There was a slight misunderstanding. The envoy and I will come forward to explain and we will be back soon." Zhu Xiushi left in a hurry and left with the pace master.

Zhu Miao nodded and stopped asking, vaguely guessing something.

Unlike other novices present, he had been to the Holy Land of the Human Race ten years ago, met several unlucky people who were expelled early, and had some understanding of the assessment rules of the Holy Land.

Good thing!

Those who are kicked out are those who have no ability and blame the examiner for being unkind. Those who are capable are not afraid of the examination and want to leave a good impression on the examiner before others.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yao patted Zhu Shihan on the shoulder: "There may be conflicts next. Qu Yan is a big country and the monks are very powerful. Remember to go all out and don't let the other side underestimate us Wu Zhou."

Zhu Shihan was dumbfounded. There was a slight misunderstanding. Just explain it. Where did the conflict come from?

Before he could speak, wisps of mist rolled into the shuttle, dividing the Nine Palaces and Bagua, and brought him to a portal in an instant.

The void is pure white, and it is difficult to distinguish between up, down, left and right.

Amidst the confusion, a figure covered in black robes slowly stepped out.

The air condensed under its feet, and after stepping on it, the sound was like thunder, bursting into clusters of roars.

His figure seemed slow, but in fact, with every step he took, he was dozens of feet away. In one breath, he had already arrived in front of Zhu Shihan.

The wind was so strong that a huge wall of wind suddenly rose up.

"This senior and junior is from the Wu Zhou family. He passed through your country just to go to the Holy Land of the Human Race. Please ask clearly before taking action." Far away in a foreign land, Zhu Shihan did not want to cause a dispute, so he retreated and silently gathered strength.

The black-robed figure remained unmoved. After Zhu Shihan took one step back, he took ten steps forward. His aura became more and more solemn. When he approached Zhu Shihan, his aura had reached its peak.

boom! ! !

The surging fist power condensed into substance, implicating the surrounding space to merge into one, which was majestic and unparalleled.

"The Seal of the Emperor's Sacrifice."

Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and the punch power he had accumulated for a long time suddenly exploded.

The two fists collided in the air, and the surrounding space was compressed into rocks. With a loud noise, the low thunder echoed endlessly in the portal of the formation.

The next second, the red fire wings spread out, and the Suzaku shadow burned into the sky, heading straight for the place where the black-robed figure stood.

"good."

Nie Ziyi, who presided over the formation, nodded. Zhu Shihan's level was a bit low, but he had a Suzaku fate and an unlimited future. If he was given time to fulfill his talent, it would not be a problem to become a master.

Just as he was thinking about it, Master Bu stepped through the door and came with Zhu Xiushi.

The three female cultivators met, each with their own unique qualities. They briefly exchanged greetings and turned their gazes to their respective areas of concern.

The first is Zhu Dao, who has outstanding strength. With one against two, he can easily suppress the two black-robed puppets.

Nie Ziyi deliberately tested his upper limit and added three more puppets with a wave of his hand.

In the picture, Zhu Dao is extremely talented in martial arts, and his expression remains unchanged even when he is under heavy siege. Looking at his posture of coping with ease, you can tell that he is far from using all his strength.

qualified.

Nie Ziyi took out a small notebook and drew a red circle.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, a feeling of a broken puppet reached his heart, and Nie Ziyi turned to look at the source. In his sight, Zhu Qilan's face was stern, and he turned his palm into a knife and slowly lowered it. In the background was the black-robed puppet that was broken into pieces.

So fast!

Nie Ziyi was slightly surprised and lamented that Wu Zhou had many bright spots, and Zhu Qilan's strength may still be higher than Zhu Miao's.

If these three people still perform like this, wouldn't Lu Bei, who inherited the immortal sword power...

Lu Bei: ∠(　∠)＿

"You haven't eaten yet. You don't have the energy to hit people. You still want to imitate other people's robbery methods!"

"Substitute someone else. You don't mind being embarrassed. It's not that this sect leader looks down on you. If you are placed in the Tianjian Sect, don't even think about calamity. You can plant trees to clear the way."

Nie Ziyi: (_)

What the hell?

In the picture, Lu Bei is lying on his side in the void, holding his head with one hand, his posture is quite enchanting.

The black-robed puppet made a fist seal across the sky, and the sound of thunder exploded, as if a million soldiers were fighting, traveling thousands of miles, and wherever the soldiers passed, everything tangible and intangible was wiped out.

Bang!

A punch landed on Lu Bei's vest. The latter didn't move at all, and he chuckled a little itchy.

The black-robed puppet raised its foot, and black lines shook off the void. Violent energy fluctuations spread along the cracks, and there was a faint tendency for the world to collapse.

boom!

A kick landed on Lu Bei's shoulder. The latter turned over, indicating that this unique skill was okay and just stopped the itching, so he continued on the other side.

Since then, the style of painting has changed.

The black-robed puppet jumped up and down. Lu Bei yawned in the violent storm and sat up cross-legged out of boredom.

Not practicing, just looking into the distance with dull eyes.

In a daze.

Nie Ziyi was silent for a moment. If I remember correctly, the puppet Lu Bei faced was the strongest among all the black robes.

She waved her hand to disperse the water curtain in front of her, calmed down, and reopened the door where Lu Bei was.

Lu Bei: ('3_ヽ)_

Lying down again.

It was confirmed that the way to open is correct.

"Uncle, this is how Sect Leader Lu is." Master Buzi silently transmitted the message. When Nie Ziyi met Lu Bei for the first time, he would be a little uncomfortable at first, but once he got used to it, he would get used to it.

On the side, the tutor Zhu Xiushi finished having fun and turned to look at the other students. Except for Zhu Qilan, Zhu Miao, and Zhu Shihan, the performance of the remaining Zhu family disciples was mediocre. They could only be said to be qualified, but not up to the standard of excellence.

In this comparison, the differences in the world appear.

Some try their best to survive;

Some people talk and laugh easily, reaching heights that their peers cannot reach in their lifetime;

Some people, if you talk to them about the hardships of life, they will ask you to give a price and ask how much it will cost for a night.

boom! ! !

The black-robed puppet punched down and hit the door in front of Lu Bei hard. There were only a few crunching sounds, and one arm was broken at the elbow.

The puppet retreated violently, leaving broken pieces in its place.

Lu Bei woke up suddenly, his confused eyes refocused, and he said overjoyed: "What's wrong, is dinner ready?"

Nie Ziyi: "..."

The black-robed puppet is a masterpiece that she is proud of. It is sewn with the secret method of the Holy Land of the Human Race and has the ancient text of Daxia as its core. It is the strongest one. In terms of physical strength alone, it is enough to challenge the physical training of the Tribulation Stage alone.

result……

Every time she heard Lu Bei speak, she felt her face hurt.

When they met for the first time, the female examiner had such a bad feeling for a certain contestant that she wanted to put a red cross on her on the spot.

In the picture, white mist billows, the black-robed puppet exits with a severed arm, and Nie Zixiong walks out with a dragon-like pace and stops ten steps away from Lubei.

Iron Tower's body is strong and powerful, and the sound of the rushing river is deafening when he breathes. He is a powerful monk who has accomplished physical training.

Lu Bei tilted his head, stood up with his hands on his knees, and pretended to be dumbfounded: "Finally, a ruthless character has arrived. As expected of Qu Yan, a great human nation, all the cultivators in the calamity path are in the tribulation period."

"Wu Zhou's shuttle does not have official documents, and Qu Yan will not let it go. I am bold enough to say that, for my sake, I would like to ask you to stay in Qu Yan for three to five months. When the people above ask about the situation, I will tell you." Let you go." Nie Zixiong didn't know that the pacemaker had leaked the script, so he read the lines as they were.

"Your face..."

Lu Bei pondered for a moment: "You have a lot of face, but I, the sect leader, have never met you, why should I sell your face?"

"Where's their face?" Nie Zixiong raised his two fists with a serious smile.

“Then you’ll know if you try it.”

Lu Bei grinned, raised his hands, and clenched his ten fingers into fists. In a flash of golden light, he slashed at Nie Zixiong with a sword.

With a punch, the void was suddenly filled with terrifying fist marks.

The portal of the formation was crumbling, as if the entire sky had collapsed. Only the fist seals were devouring everything in all directions, and the vast force enveloped everything.

So fast, is he really a sword cultivator?

Nie Zixiong clearly remembered that the information about Lu Bei stated that his physical skills were extremely strong, not only his speed, which was unparalleled, but also difficult to detect during the ordinary tribulation period, and his strength was also shockingly powerful.

The intelligence is correct, but the direct offensive is too obvious!

Nie Zixiong raised his long arm, grabbed it in the air, and traced his fingers through the void. Black light flashed in his eyes. Time suddenly slowed down at this moment.

"Boy, it's just useless. Let me teach you what boxing is!"

Nie Zixiong shouted and folded one arm under his abdomen.

Seeing that Lu Bei did not use the Immortal Sword Intention, but purely physical strength, he did not want to bully the small with his strength, so he also used physical strength to fight back.

As a physical practitioner, he is extremely confident in his body.

The fist punch went straight out, and the extremely violent fist seal exploded in an instant. Under the pressure of the majestic force, the void trembled and let out an overwhelmed wail, and wisps of space cracks spread.

Standing at the center of the formation, Nie Ziyi stabilized her mind and increased her control to prevent the aftermath of the collision between the two from spreading and injuring innocent passers-by.

Two fists, one big and one small, collided in the air, the force was crushing, and the hurricane rolled up the clothes and made a hunting sound. A wave of air surged up like a tsunami. From the place where the fists collided, it surged in all directions.

The void suddenly shattered, and darkness swept down.

After a brief stalemate, the excitement on Nie Zixiong's face froze, and he silently took a few steps back, holding one hand behind his back.

Cold and shaky.

The sweat was cold and my hands kept shaking.

He wasn't sure if his hand was broken because he had no feeling in his arm.

Impossible, how could it be broken? The body cultivator and the sword cultivator were fighting, it should just be numb...

Yes, that's right, it'll be fine after a while.

"not bad!"

Lu Bei blew his fist and said happily: "You are a man who can take on 30% of my sect master's strength. Looking at this Holy Land Conference, the number of people who can surpass you is only five fingers. I would like to call you a strong rival."

"..."

Are you the examiner, or am I the examiner?