The New Year is approaching, and in Sanyang City amid the ice and snow, the festive atmosphere seems to have dispelled some of the coldness around it.

The flying boat slowly docked at the designated spot, and Zhou Tong looked at the pedestrians coming and going in the city.

There are monks and mortals among these people. It seems that here, the boundaries between immortals and mortals are no longer so clear-cut.

"I never imagined that this border land could be so prosperous."

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but admire.

Li Qianyuan heard the words and said: "This is the front line. The barbarians are determined to destroy me. The so-called prosperity is just a passing cloud in the face of the possible war.

Although there is mostly no war here, you must be prepared to join the war at any time. Those guys in the north have not been idle for thousands of years. Today's world of immortality is not as peaceful as you have seen.

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Li Qianyuan's words made several people's hearts sink.

For a moment, Zhou Tong had the urge to run away. There was a war in the world of cultivators. It was such a horror that even the Nascent Soul stage could die. A little shrimp like him would definitely die if he participated in it.
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"Buddha bless you, the Jade Emperor bless you, and the declining gods retreat!"

I prayed secretly and made up my mind to work hard in the past three years. Even if the great opportunity is in front of me, I must hold on to it.

After all, as long as you don't waste your immortality, you'll be fine.

"Master Nephew Tiancheng, come with me. The four of you can just go to the sect's headquarters."

Zhou Tong and others quickly said: "Yes!"

After separating from Li Qianyuan, the four of them went straight to the sect's headquarters without staying in the city.

There are dozens of border defense cities like Sanyang City along the long border in the northern part of the Immortal Cultivation Realm of Middle-earth. Sanyang City is one of the larger ones.

Basically all the top sects in the world of cultivating immortals have monks stationed here.

This is a rule formed after the great war a thousand years ago.

Currently, there are three foundation-building monks from the Xuanling Sect staying here, and the one who has stayed here the longest has been here for ten years.

Before Zhou Tong and the others came here, they had a general understanding of the basic situation here.

The spiritual energy here is thin and supplies are scarce, far inferior to the hinterland of Middle-earth.

Finally, someone came to take over. When the three people left behind saw Zhou Tong and the others, their faces almost burst into laughter.

The leader of the mid-stage foundation-building monks even suggested that they go to the largest restaurant in the city to help a few people.

The monk in the middle stage of foundation building is named Wang Lin. He has been practicing immortality for more than two hundred years and now has a head full of white hair.

After several people drank a cup together, Wang Lin sighed with emotion: "Alas! Hundreds of years of cultivating immortality are all in vain in the end. I don't have much life left. I will go down the mountain this time to spread the branches and leaves of the sect."
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Wang Lin's words made several people feel quite emotional. The way to cultivate immortality is to compete with the sky for fate, but how many people can reach the end of the road.

"Senior brother has paid so much for the sect. I believe that the sect will not treat him badly even if he goes down the mountain. After all, we are just ordinary people. We are not as good as those geniuses. We just do our best. Even if the path to immortality is cut off, we will not

I have too many regrets, and I would like to give you a toast, junior brother."

Zhao Shanhe stood up and poured wine for Wang Lin.

Several people exchange cups and cups. At this moment, they are not immortal masters in the eyes of mortals, but just ordinary people among all living beings.

The next day, after Wang Lin and others explained the matters to several people, they left in a flying boat.

Looking at the empty sect station, several people stared at each other for a while, and the scene was somewhat silent for a while.

Zhou Tong smiled and said: "My cultivation is shallow, so I will rely more on my three senior brothers from now on."

Song Lin, the eldest, said: "Junior brother Zhou is too modest. If anything happens in the future, it will be discussed by the few of us. But I think nothing major will happen here. We just need to wait patiently and return to the sect.

That’s it.”

Zhang Yan said: "Senior Brother Song is right. These three years should not be too boring. I heard that in half a year, each sect will have a competition for geniuses. This is a rare excitement."

"When it comes to this, what chance do you think our Senior Brother Yun has to win?"

Zhao Shanhe said with a smile.

Zhang Yan said: "How can such a talented person be judged by common sense? I hope that our senior brother Yun can be braver, so that we can have some face in front of those comrades."

"I don't know if there are any rewards in this competition. It's not just about training the disciples."

Zhou Tongdao.

These people are all ordinary monks, so they will understand the world of Tianjiao.

This is like when a top student goes to participate in a national competition, and an ordinary student cares about whether they win or lose. Zhou Tong never paid attention to these things when he was in school.

"No matter what we do, we can just watch the excitement anyway. I just hope that those barbarians in the north will not cause trouble in these three years and spend three years in peace. When we return, we will make a big contribution."

Zhao Shanhe smiled.

Several people looked at each other and smiled, quite agreeing with this.

Afterwards, several people chose their respective places to live and settled down here.

Three years is not a long time for monks. For monks like them in the foundation building period, a retreat may last several years.

But this place is not suitable for retreat, and the progress of daily cultivation is extremely slow, so three years seems quite long.

Time flies, winter passes and spring comes.

Zhou Tong has been stationed in Sanyang City for half a year.

There is not much coolness in the summer in the North. The scorching sun bakes the earth, and there is no rain for a long time, making the weeds on the grassland look wilted and lifeless.

With nothing to do, Zhou Tong was wandering around the city.

Although this is the border, there are also industries of various sects here, and with some casual cultivators coming here, the trade here even exceeds that of some ordinary markets in the hinterland of China.

However, Zhou Tong really had nothing to buy, and all that was sold on the market were magic weapons, elixirs, and talismans.

And he himself does not value these. If he relies on his own spells and physical strength, as for elixirs, he still has a lot of elixirs suitable for improving cultivation during the foundation building period, which are enough for him to use for several years.

In addition to some rare items that can arouse his interest, he also collects information about pill formation from everywhere, and secretly investigates the information about all the personnel in the Luoyun Valley secret realm at that time.

Although he still doesn't know that it will take him the year of the monkey to reach the late stage of foundation building, but it is always a good thing to prepare in advance.

And Yang Mancang's death has always been a thorn in his heart.

If he does not avenge his friend, his thoughts will not be clear.

Entering the secret realm, one is destined to live or die, but what is dead now is his best friend. Even if Yang Mancang is full of evil and the person who takes action is a saint descended from heaven, he vows to find this person. If he doesn't beat him to death, he will not be called Zhou.

Tong.
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