The system endows longevity, and immortality can finally be expected

Zhou Tong didn't dare to inquire blatantly, even if he investigated secretly, he was cautious.

In this world of cultivating immortals, as long as one enters Luoyun Valley, no matter whether one is dead or alive, all grievances and grievances must disappear as soon as one exits the valley. This has been an unwritten rule of various forces for thousands of years.

This is also one of the main reasons why monks from all sects send outer disciples into it.

The disciples of the inner sect are basically the closed disciples of the major Jindan monks or even the monks of the Nascent Soul stage. If such people are inside, it is very likely to cause scuffles among various sects.

Outer disciples have no background, even if they die, they can minimize the adverse effects.

Even if someone like Zhou Tong wants revenge, he has to weigh whether he has the ability.

To blatantly kill a disciple of Dazong, even if it is just an outside sect, even a Nascent Soul master has to consider the consequences. It’s okay not to be discovered, but as long as he is discovered, he will bear the anger of Dazong. The fate of a disciple is small, but the face of the sect Nothing can be lost.

After wandering around for a day, looking at the scenery, I didn't find any valuable information.

After returning to the Zongmen's residence and chatting with a few other people, Zhou Tong returned to his attic, took a pill and began to practice.

"Junior Brother Zhou, come out quickly, today is the day for the Tianjiao competition, hurry up, or you won't have a good position."

Half a month later, Zhou Tong, who was meditating, heard Zhao Shanhe yelling outside, and realized that he almost forgot about it.

After a little breath adjustment, Zhou Tong got up and walked out of the room. Seeing that the three of them were about to leave, Zhou Tong hurriedly caught up and said, "If it wasn't for my brother's reminder, I almost forgot about it."

Zhao Shanhe said: "Junior is worthy of being a hardworking person, but you must also know how to combine work and rest, otherwise you will end up missing many wonderful things in this world."

Zhou Tong said with an open-minded attitude: "Thank you for your guidance, brother, but my qualifications are low. If I don't work harder, I'm afraid I will be in the early stage of foundation establishment in this life."

When Zhao Shanhe and the others heard this, they just shook their heads helplessly. They knew that Zhou Tong was a four spirit root, and this kind of qualification was extremely inferior.

Regardless of whether it was the prosperous age of immortality in ancient times where the five-line Holy Spirit root was the main one, or the present world where the single-line Heavenly Spirit root was the main one, the four-line Spiritual Root is the most rubbish category.

It was a fluke for this Junior Brother Zhou to be able to succeed in building a foundation with such aptitude. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have the idea of ​​glimpsing the golden elixir road, so it can only be said that he was still too young.

Several of them have two or three spiritual roots, even so, the possibility of being able to cultivate to the golden core stage is pitifully low.

But everyone has their own ambitions, and no one can say that Zhou Tong's thinking is wrong, and the few people can't say much about it, so they walked quickly towards the place of the competition.

Flying in the sky is forbidden in the city, but the few people are all at the foundation stage, even walking at an extremely fast speed, they arrived at the competition location in a short time.

Many monks have gathered here, most of them are in the Qi refining period, and there are even many mortals.

When these people saw the three of Zhou Tong, they consciously gave way. The world of cultivating immortals respects strength, and the foundation-building stage is there. Even big monks, as long as they are not the kind of people with a sky-reaching background, are not willing to offend for no reason. A person whose cultivation base is much higher than himself.

A few people came to the front, and there were already some foundation-building monks from other sects occupying a good position. Zhou Tong and the others looked around and found a place with a good view.

Zhou Tong looked around and saw a huge stone tablet not far away, with densely packed names engraved on it.

Seeing Zhou Tong looking there, Song Lin on the side said: "That's all the people who have been number one in the Tianjiao competition for nearly a thousand years, look at the top one, this is the Tianjiao of the Spirit Sword Sect 800 years ago, now Already the Supreme Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, his cultivation is said to be at the mid-Yuanying stage."

Zhou Tong looked at the first name on the stone tablet, Fang Tianyuan of Spirit Sword Sect.

"It took less than a thousand years to cultivate to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, what an aptitude against heaven."

When he thought that he was over 100 years old, he could only cultivate to the foundation building stage, which made him feel that his aptitude was indeed a piece of rubbish, and he couldn't match this kind of comparable cultivation speed by taking drugs.

Just as he was talking, he saw several seats with unique shapes rising into the sky, hovering at a height of more than ten meters.

A few people flew over from a distance, all of them were monks at the Golden Core stage. Zhou Tong also saw Li Qianyuan, the elder of his own sect.

"Look, this row of noodles, this way of appearance, is simply envious of a group of little Karami."

Zhou Tong sighed in admiration.

But what he was most curious about was the floating seat under the buttocks of these Jindan stage monks. Through some achievements in the way of fighting, he faintly saw a little bit of the door.

This is another form of application of the formation, which is to use mana to engrave the formation on a certain object. There is a special term for this kind of prohibition.

This method can only be used if the method of formation has reached a certain height.

The flying boats among the various sects are the product of the combination of formation and restriction.

Zhou Tong is very envious of this, if he masters this way, it will be much easier to travel around this world in the future.

Although the magic weapon can also achieve this effect, but how expensive the magic weapon is, mastering this kind of restraint method, even a piece of scrap iron, can make it rise from the sky. This is simply a necessary skill for home travel.

While he was wandering in the sky, a burst of light flickered on the high platform in front of him, and a semicircular light curtain enveloped the entire high platform.

This is another formation, and Zhou Tong said in his heart that it was an eye-opener, and it was a worthwhile trip.

At this time, ten people came out in a file and respectfully saluted the Golden Core cultivator in the sky.

"Free gift!"

An old man with white beard and hair in the sky raised his right hand falsely.

"You are all leaders of various sects. This time the competition will be up to the point of experimentation. Don't hurt people's lives. You can remember it."

"Follow the orders of the elders!"

Ten people said respectfully.

The old man nodded and said: "Let's start now, I hope you can follow the example of your ancestors, and I hope you can leave your name on the Tianjiao list."

After the ten people saluted, two people were on the high platform, and the other eight people went back to stand in the air behind the elders of the various sects.

Zhao Shanhe looked at Yun Tiancheng who was standing behind Li Qianyuan, and said to several people: "None of these people is simple, and I don't know if our Senior Brother Yun can stand it."

Zhang Yan on the side said: "Who knows, but seeing that the two people on the ring are extremely powerful, far surpassing monks of the same level, the gap between these two people is really a bit big."

On the arena, a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes cupped his hands and said, "Dan Chenzong Chu Yan, please teach me, junior sister!"

The handsome-looking female cultivator on the opposite side smiled lightly and said, "Dongfang Yun from the Five Sacred Sects, please teach Brother Chu how to do it."

After the two greeted each other, the distance between the two sides was widened, and a battle of skills between Tianjiao officially began.