Sometimes being honest is very hurtful, but Feng Wuyou can’t say anything.

But she quickly adjusted her emotions and turned her attention to what the barbarian said.

"You said... spirit stone?

What's this?"

When Feng Wuyou was making a deal with Wulun, Wulun once said that if you want to become a saint, you must pass at least three levels.

The first level is very simple, it depends on whether she has different abilities than ordinary people.

She was under the power of controlling the water and passed without any suspense.

But speaking of it, she had never asked about the two levels behind.

She also knows that the third level does not have to be the number one, so it is naturally the test of the saint after reaching the holy mountain, but what about this second level?

Feng Wuyou felt that she seemed to be a little too lazy.

She decided to go to the treatment room, so she made up her mind to go and try whatever she would encounter in the middle.

Therefore, I am not very concerned about what the specific level is.

No matter what it is, she will definitely go there anyway when she arrives.

But after being asked a few questions by this Shengman was very serious, she was still a little embarrassed.

A person who is going to participate in the Saint Trial doesn’t even know the content of the trial. Do you really carelessly take this trial seriously?

In particular, she didn't even know that the test location of the second level had arrived.

Sheng Man did not despise him, but continued to explain seriously before: "The spirit stone can test bloodlines. Only bloodlines recognized by the spirit stone can participate in the Saint Trial."

Shengman's answer was simple but hit the nail on the head, which made Feng Wuyou feel very comfortable.

It's a pleasant thing to talk to someone who has no fun.

She asked bluntly: "If you are not recognized by the spirit stone, can't you go?

What if I have to go?"

This time, Shengman really showed his eyes like a fool.

He said, "If you want to die, just go."

Feng Wuyou is a little bad.

The barbarian's eyes were just serious before, just a normal statement, but after she asked what she said just now, the barbarian seemed to have concluded her in his heart and really treated her as a fool.

I don’t know if it was because I confirmed that Feng Wuyou had a brain problem, Sheng Man was not willing to pay attention to Feng Wuyou at first.

Feng Wuyou asked a few more questions, and he just dealt with it simply.

Feng Wuyou naturally would not eat hardships on his own poetry, so he stopped talking.

She walked beside Xiao Jinglan, and was very depressed.

Xiao Jinglan hooked her hand, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but bent slightly.

Feng Wuyou is not a god, so he naturally has times of making jokes and losing trouble, but no matter which time, he is not as thorough as this time.

And it's the kind that won't go back yet.

Feng Wuyou was so angry that he pinched the flesh on the back of his hand and twisted it unceremoniously.

Xiao Jinglan didn't cry out, but rubbed her fingers and asked her, "Are you tired of pinching?"

Feng Wuyou didn't want to pay attention to him even more.

However, even though it was just a few short sentences, Feng Wuyou still got a very important message: the saint is related to blood.

She has been hearing about the bloodlines of the barbarians all the way, especially in the history of the barbarians, the difference between the bloodlines of the barbarians and the mature barbarians accounts for a considerable proportion.

Now even the Saint Trial needs to be in line with the bloodline before participating. What is the secret behind this bloodline?

Feng Wuyou remembered the question she had born early in the morning: The historical legend of Shengman was divided into Shengman and Saiman at the beginning, but at the earliest, how did Shengman and Maiman come into being and how did they distinguish them?
Chapter completed!