The silver-white shuttle flew through the sky, speeding all the way to the west.
Different from the small ten-seater shuttle that Lu Bei bought for the players, the exclusive shuttle of the human holy land has a handsome appearance and a huge interior space. It has a rest area and a quiet room. It is also equipped with a tea room and a small garden for passengers to chat when they get together.
In addition, the shuttle is engraved with ancient Daxia talismans, making it faster, with stronger defense, and can travel through various countries without being restricted by air traffic control and has an independent route.
There were a total of ten people on this trip, eight contestants, a mentor, and a tour guide. Except for Lu Bei and Master Bu Zi, everyone else had the surname Zhu.
After boarding the shuttle, several contestants from the Zhu family either consulted Zhu Xiu Shi to solve their problems in cultivation, or went to a quiet room to sit cross-legged and meditate to cultivate their magic power.
Sharpen your sword before battle, even if it's not sharp it will shine.
But in Lu Bei's opinion, this is just a last-minute effort, which can only provide psychological comfort, and the actual effect is average.
So he stopped practicing and took a cup of tea to the small garden.
After a while, Zhu Qilan met love around the corner and ran into Lu Bei and sat down with him to drink tea.
"This is the situation. The shuttle will be attacked by examiners from the human holy land halfway through the journey. It's good that you know about it, but don't spread it out. According to the rules, you and I are not qualified to know about the surprise assessment that was caught by lottery." Lu Bei put down his teacup. Zhu Qilan was a man of few words and not a talkative person, but it would be better to remind him just in case.
"Since we are not qualified to know, why would the Holy Land's messenger tell you?"
Zhu Qilan was quite speechless, she didn't know that Lu Bei knew so many women outside, and judging by their appearance, their relationships were all very close.
Are you crazy? What's good about this dead man? Do female cultivators have such poor vision nowadays
"No fight, no acquaintance. Sister Bu and I have a very good relationship."
Lu Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Qilan jokingly: "What's wrong, are you unhappy seeing me flirting with others?"
"Oh, you are being sentimental."
"Hehe, I just like your unruly look."
Lu Bei picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, then pulled up Zhu Qilan who was still sulking. The journey to the holy land of the human race was long, and since they had nothing to do anyway, they might as well go to a quiet room to practice dual cultivation.
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Four days later.
Quyan State, Fulong Mountains.
Quyan is a human race country with a national destiny of 2,100 years, and is ranked among the millennium divine dynasties. Influenced by the Kunlun Mountains, the country has abundant spiritual energy and the average level of cultivators is extremely high. Compared with Wu Zhou, it is definitely a high-level map.
Xuanlong and Xiongchu are thousand-year-old dynasties. The royal families have been blessed by the dragon veins, and the Zhao and Gu families have produced many talents throughout the generations. However, in terms of comprehensive national strength, they are still inferior to Quyan.
Firstly, the national fortunes of the two countries are not long-lasting, and the history of both countries is not as deep as that of Qu and Yan. Secondly, in terms of geographical location, Qu and Yan are blessed with unique advantages, and it is easier for monks to practice.
Of course, when comparing major countries, we should not look at whose advantages are more prominent, but rather whose weaknesses are more obvious.
Xuanlong is unlucky because it is located in the northern border and has been threatened by the monster tribe for many years. In real comparison, its military strength is not necessarily much worse than Quyan. Unfortunately, its development is restricted, military expenditures are overspent every year, and there is not much spare money in its pocket.
Xiong Chu was unlucky because of the curse of the royal bloodline. The life span of the Gu family was tragically shortened. Although there were endless geniuses, they were unable to accumulate a strong family fortune, and the Millennium Divine Dynasty ended in loneliness.
Qu Yan did not have these problems. The surrounding small countries were completely obedient to it, and none of them lasted more than a thousand years.
Whenever a small country reaches the 500-year-long dynasty, it will be extremely cautious and tread carefully. However, accidents always come suddenly, and because of one accident or another, it will be destroyed by other countries.
This is the rhythm that should exist between big countries and small countries. A small catastrophe happens every five hundred years, and a big catastrophe happens every thousand years. This is the case throughout history.
Xiong Chu was able to survive the thousand-year catastrophe safely, he should thank the demon tribe in the Ten Thousand Mountains, otherwise Xuan Long would not allow his younger brother to be on an equal footing with him.
Of course, Xiong Chu also paid a huge price for this, and all three of the country's sacred artifacts were lost.
It has been 825 years since the founding of Wu Zhou, and the country is about to usher in the glory of a thousand-year dynasty. When the time comes, the overall national strength will experience a major explosion.
The crisis coexists, and at the same time, there is also a thousand-year catastrophe that will destroy the country. It is conceivable that Xuanlong, Xiongchu and even Qi and Yan will not let Wu Zhou survive the catastrophe smoothly.
Back to the topic, a corner of the Fulong Mountains.
Darkness was surging around them, and their presence was hidden and difficult to detect. After a rough count, there were probably dozens of people.
Two men in black stood on the top of the mountain.
The man among the two looked middle-aged, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a lion nose and a wide mouth. His hair was shiny and hairless, and he looked very eye-catching.
He has broad shoulders, a thick back, strong limbs, and his sleeves are rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing the explosive muscles on his arms. There is nothing about his body that can be described as handsome.
However, there is a calmness between his eyebrows, and he looks rough on the outside but delicate on the inside. At first glance, he is obviously a reliable teammate.
The examiner of the human race’s holy land, Nie Zixiong.
The woman's appearance and complexion were impeccable. Under her slender and naturally curved eyebrows, her eyes were bright and she had a faint smile on her face. Her two dimples were quite intoxicating.
Her shoulders are as sharp as a knife, her waist is slender, and her figure is quite charming.
What's even more rare is that she is so thin and yet has such a good figure. There must be something evil going on here.
The examiner of the human race’s holy land, Nie Ziyi.
I have to say here that the human race's holy land accepts disciples in batches. Regardless of the applicant's identity or where they come from, they will all have the same surname and generation name after they join.
Nie Zixiong and Nie Ziyi are the predecessors of Master Bu Zishi and Li Zixun. Because of their excellent qualifications, they have a higher status in the holy land and are among the direct disciples.
"Brother, why did you put Wu Zhou last in the assessment? Xiong Chu performed very well before, so they deserve this treatment." Nie Ziyi took out a small notebook, held a red pen in his hand, and wrote two lines.
The human race's holy land holds a grand event every ten years. Because there are too many participants, examiners will randomly draw lots to eliminate a group of unlucky people.
With the Kunlun Mountains as the east-west coordinate, it is divided into four major regions: Southeast, Northeast, Southwest, and Northwest. The Northeast region was selected this time. The four countries of Xuanlong, Xiongchu, Wuzhou, Qi and Yan are all in this area.
Due to internal chaos in Qi Yan, various forces competed for the competition quota, and the contestants sent were of varying quality. All of them were marked with red crosses by the two examiners.
If you are eliminated early, you can go to the human holy land to watch the ceremony, but you will not be eligible to participate.
Xuanlong was just a bystander as usual. The whole country was fighting the demon clan and had no interest in participating in the so-called event. He just threw in a few fusion-stage cultivators as a token of his appreciation, to show that he had participated.
Naturally, the examiner drew a red cross on my answer because of my bad attitude and negative test response.
Xuanlong is also a weirdo. The white-haired people are not very interested in the holy land of the human race. The Zhao family has been missing for many years. Their only contact with the holy land is to ask for resources and give money and equipment to people so that they can fight against the demon race.
He is a money-grubber. He will make a scene if you don't give him benefits, and won't even say thank you after 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 contribution in resisting the demon tribe cannot be ignored. More than a dozen emperors died in battles on the border. He made outstanding contributions and never fought for fame or fortune. Therefore, no matter what Xuanlong wanted, the Holy Land would grit its teeth and agree to it.
If it is really too much, he will take the lead in donating money and set an example for neighboring countries such as Chu, Wu Zhou, Qi and Yan to be more conscious.
Compared with these two countries, Xiong Chu's performance was quite good. The two examiners drew a red circle, recognizing that all eight people in the group were qualified to participate in the competition.
"Everyone is amazed by Xiong Chu, but it's a pity..."
Nie Zixiong shook his head slightly. He had heard about the Gu family's blood curse. It involved the East Sea Fairy Island and had a lot of rifts with the hidden dragon clan. Even the human race's holy land couldn't intervene.
I can only say, what a pity.
"Brother, I have a question for you!"
"Among the contestants participating in Wu Zhou's competition, there are a few who are worth paying attention to. I want to confirm them in person and put them last because I want to have a surprise."
Nie Zixiong pointed at the list of names on the small notebook and said, "Zhu Qilan and Zhu Shihan are both gifted and destined to perform well in this conference. Zhu Dao made a big splash ten years ago. This is his last time participating in the competition. I am looking forward to his performance. Then there is... this person."
"Lu Bei, leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, inheritor of the Immortal Sword Intent..."
The information about Lu Bei is very complicated, mainly because his battle record is too brilliant. From Qi Yan's Tribulation Period to the Demon King of the northern border of Xuanlong, he has challenged higher and higher realms all the way, becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents, and has never been defeated.
Looking at the series of achievements, Nie Ziyi was amazed and said bluntly: "Brother, is it possible that the transcript is fake? After all, he is only in his early twenties and has been practicing for less than two years."
The pronunciation is emphasized to highlight the suspicion.
According to past experience, inner disciples who were sent on diplomatic missions to various countries would more or less exaggerate the strength of the contestants in order to add points to their resumes or to receive red envelopes from the contestants.
Nie Ziyi thought there were two suspicious points. One was Lu Bei's actual age, and the other was his cultivation time. Both were too exaggerated and too fake. Even a reincarnated immortal should not be like this.
Nie Zixiong did not comment. He would know the truth after a try: "Junior sister, are the formation diagrams and puppets ready?"
"The formation has been set up, and the puppets are ready to go. Brother... it's just a test, you're not going to do it yourself, are you?"
"That's right."
Nie Zixiong looked into the distance and murmured, "After all, it is the Immortal Sword Intention. Anyone who comes here will want to learn a thing or two."
"Brother, let me be frank with you. If his record is true, you are probably no match for him."
"It doesn't matter. If he wins, it means that a new genius has been born in our human race, and I will be even happier."
"But you are the examiner. Do you still want to save the Holy Land's reputation?"
"this… "
Nie Zixiong was speechless for a moment, and after a while he shook his head: "Probably not, I am still very confident in my own ability."
"Brother, someone is coming."
"Get started!"
Nie Zixiong's eyes flashed with brilliance, and as soon as he finished speaking, ancient characters of Daxia extended in all directions, and the formation spread silently.
As the transparent clouds surged in all directions, the vital energy of heaven and earth suddenly stagnated at a certain moment. After it started to move again, an independent world was completely formed.
Nie Ziyi was in charge of the core of the formation, with dark shadows hiding in various portals of the formation.
At this time, a silver-white shuttle was flying above the formation. Master Bu Zi received an order and drove the shuttle straight into the gate of the formation.