Chapter 556 Holy Land Examiner

  The silver-white shuttle flew through the sky, galloping all the way to the west.

  Different from the ten-seater small shuttle that Lu Bei bought for players, the exclusive shuttle in the Holy Land of the Human Race 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 during gatherings.

   In addition, the shuttle is engraved with ancient Daxia spells, which is faster and stronger in defense. It is not restricted by air traffic control when traveling through various countries, and has an independent waterway.

   There were ten people in total on this trip, eight players, one mentor, and one tour guide. Except for Lu Bei and Bu Zishi, everyone else was surnamed Zhu.

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

   Sharpen your guns before the battle, and you will be happy if you are unhappy.

   But in Lu Bei's view, this is a temporary cramming, at most seeking a psychological comfort, the actual effect is mediocre.

  So he didn't practice, so he came to the small garden with a cup of tea.

   After a while, Zhu Qilan met Ai around the corner, and ran into Lu Bei and sat down to drink tea with him.

"The situation is like this. The shuttle will be attacked by the examiners of the Holy Land of the Human Race on the way. You just know it. Don't spread it. According to the rules, you and I are not qualified to know the surprise assessment caught by the lottery." Lu Bei put down the teacup, Zhu Qilan A man of few words, not a talkative person, but just in case, it's good to remind him.

   "Since we are not qualified to know, why did the envoy of 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 posture, they were all very close.

   Are you crazy? What’s wrong with this dead man? Now the female cultivators have such bad eyesight?

   "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. Step sister and I have a very good relationship."

   Lu Bei frowned, and looked at Zhu Qilan jokingly: "What's the matter, do you feel unhappy seeing me flirting with others?"

   "Heh, you're being passionate."

   "Hey, I just like your rebellious look."

   Lu Bei picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. He picked up Zhu Qilan who was still sulking. It's a long way to go to the holy land of the human race, and it's better to go to the quiet room for double cultivation.

  …

  Four days later.

  Quyan State, Fulong Mountains.

  Quyan is a big country of the human race, with a national destiny of 2,100 years, and it ranks among the millennium gods. Influenced by the Kunlun Mountains, there is plenty of aura in the country, and the average level of monks is extremely high. Compared with Wu Zhou, it is a proper high-level map.

  Xuanlong and Xiongchu are **** dynasties for thousands of years, the royal family has good fortune, and the Zhao family and the ancient family have produced a large number of talents, but in terms of overall national strength, they are still inferior to Qu Yan.

   One reason is that the fortunes of the country are not long, and the history of the two countries is not as deep as that of Qu Yan. The second reason is the geographical location. Qu Yan is unique, and it is easier for monks to practice.

  Of course, the comparison between major countries should not be based on whose strengths are outstanding, but whose weaknesses are obvious.

  Xuanlong is unlucky in the northern border, and has been threatened by monsters for many years. In comparison, the force may not be much worse than Qu Yan. Unfortunately, the development is limited, the military expenditure is overrun every year, and there is not much spare money in the pocket.

  Xiong Chu was unlucky due to the curse of the royal blood, the ancient family's big chariot Yangshou was cut short, there were endless talents emerging, and he was still unable to accumulate a strong family background, and the millennium **** dynasty was lonely.

  Qu Yan did not have these problems, and the surrounding small countries were trained to be obedient by him, and none of them had been established for more than a thousand years.

   Every time a small country’s national destiny reaches the 500-year dynasty, it will be cautious and careful, but accidents always come suddenly, because of one or another accident, it is destroyed by other countries.

  This is the rhythm that should exist between a big country and a small country. A small calamity in five hundred years and a great calamity in a thousand years.

  Xiong Chu was able to survive the millennium catastrophe in peace and stability, he should be grateful to the Yaozu of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, otherwise Xuanlong would not let his younger brother be on an equal footing with him.

  Of course, Xiongchu also paid a huge price for this, and the three artifacts of Zhen Guo were all gone.

   In the 825th year of Wu Zhou's founding, the glory of the Millennium God Dynasty is about to usher in. When the time comes, the overall national power will explode.

  Crisis coexists, and at the same time, there is also a thousand-year catastrophe. It is conceivable that Xuanlong, Xiongchu and even Qi Yan will not allow Wu Zhou to pass the tribulation smoothly.

   Closer to home, a corner of Fulong Mountain Range.

  The darkness surged around, and the aura was hidden and hard to detect. There were probably dozens of people in the past.

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

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

  Broad shoulders and thick back, strong limbs, cuffs rolled up to the middle of the arms, revealing the explosive muscles on the two arms.

   Although there is a calmness between his brows and eyes, thick on the outside and thin on the inside, he is a reliable teammate at first glance.

  The examiner of the Holy Land of the Human Race, Nie Zixiong.

  The woman's appearance and color are impeccable. Under the slender and naturally curved eyebrow line, her eyes are looking forward to smoke, with a faint smile on her face, and her two dimples are quite intoxicating.

  Shoulders are cut like a knife, waist is slender, and her figure is quite charming.

   What's even more rare is that she is so thin and yet so handsome, there is a big evil here.

  The human holy land examiner, Nie Ziyi.

  Here I want to say that the Holy Land of the Human Race accepts disciples in batches, regardless of the identity of the applicants or where they came from, the surnames and characters are unified after entry.

  Nie Zixiong and Nie Ziyi are step masters and seniors of Li Zixun. Because of their excellent aptitude, they have a higher status in the Holy Land and belong to the ranks of direct disciples.

   "Brother, why did you put Wu Zhou in the last place in the assessment? Xiongchu performed very well before, so they should enjoy this treatment." Nie Ziyi took out a small notebook, with a red pen in hand, and wrote two lines.

  The holy land of the human race holds a grand meeting every ten years. Because there are too many participants, the examiners will randomly draw lots to delete a group of unlucky ones.

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

   Due to internal chaos in Qi Yan, various forces competed for the competition places, and 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 Holy Land of the Human Race to observe the ceremony, but you are not eligible to participate.

  Xuanlong played soy sauce as always, and the whole country was fighting with the monster race. He was not interested in participating in the so-called grand event, so he threw a few fit periods to show that he had participated.

  Of course, because of his bad attitude and passive coping with the exam, he was marked with a red cross by the examiner.

   To say that Xuanlong is also a strange thing, the white hairs are not very interested in the holy land of the human race. The old Zhao family has been hidden all the year round, and the only connection with the holy land is to ask for resources, give people money and equipment, so that they can go to the demon race.

  Those who desperately want money, will spoil if they don't give benefits, and don't even say thank you if they get benefits, and have a very bad reputation in the Holy Land.

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

  Xuanlong's merits in resisting the demon clan cannot be ignored. More than a dozen emperors died in the border battle. They made outstanding contributions and never competed for fame and fortune. Therefore, no matter what Xuanlong wanted, the Holy Land would grit their teeth and recognize it.

  It is too much, and will take the lead in donating money, and set an example to make neighboring Xiongchu, Wuzhou, Qiyan and other countries conscious.

  Compared to these two countries, Xiongchu's performance is not bad. The two examiners drew a red circle, recognizing that a group of eight people is eligible to participate.

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

  Nie Zixiong shook his head slightly, he had heard of the ancient family's blood curse. Involving the fairy island in the East China Sea, there is quite a gap with the hidden dragon clan, even the holy land of the human race is not easy to intervene.

   All I can say is, it's a pity.

   "Brother, I want to ask you something!"

   "Among Wu Zhou's contestants this time, there are a few worthy of attention. I want to confirm it myself. I put it 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 both talented, and they may have a good performance in this conference. Zhu Mourning became a blockbuster ten years ago. This is his last competition. I am looking forward to his performance." Performance, and then there's...the person."

   "Lu Bei, the lord of the Heavenly Sword 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 magnificent. From Qi Yan's tribulation period to the demon king in the northern border of Xuanlong, he has challenged the realm all the way, and he has never lost a battle. .

  Looking at the series of achievements, Nie Ziyi was amazed, and said bluntly: "Brother, is it possible that the report card is falsified? After all, he is only in his early twenties, and he has not practiced for two years."

   The articulation is aggravated, highlighting a suspicious one.

  According to usual experience, in order to add points to their resumes or accept red envelopes from contestants, the inner disciples who go abroad will more or less brag about the strength of the contestants.

  Nie Ziyi thinks there are two suspicious things, one is Lu Bei's actual age, and the other is the time of practice, which is too exaggerated to make it too fake, even a reincarnated immortal should not be like this.

  Nie Zixiong refused to comment, but he could tell if it was true or not: "Junior Sister, are the array and puppets ready?"

   "The big formation has been set up, and the puppets are ready to go. Brother... it's just an assessment. You don't want to go off in person, do you?"

   "Exactly."

  Nie Zixiong looked at the sky from a distance, and murmured: "After all, it is the Immortal Sword Intent, whoever comes here will not be able to help but want to learn a thing or two."

   "Brother, let the ugly words come first, if his record is true, you are probably no match."

   "It doesn't matter, if he wins, it means that a generation of wizards from my human race came to the world, and I will only be happier as a brother."

   "But you are an examiner, do you still want Holy Land's face?"

"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, someone is here."

   "Do it!"

  Nie Zixiong's eyes burst open, his voice fell, and the ancient characters of Daxia spread in all directions, and the formation spread silently.

  As the transparent cloud surges in all directions, the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly stagnates at a certain moment. After restarting, an independent world is completely formed.

  Nie Ziyi is in charge of the eyes of the formation, and shadows hide in each portal of the formation.

  At this time, the silver-white shuttle was flying over the formation, and the step master received the order to drive the shuttle into the gate of the formation.

  (end of this chapter)