As time goes by, people on the other road have also come closer.

Seeing Feng Wuyou, Arina snorted heavily and stared at her fiercely. She was obviously still worried about Feng Wuyou's previous threats to them with the spiritual spring water.

The particularly tall barbarian was also in the team, standing behind Arina as he had seen before.

Feng Wuyou raised her eyebrows. She really couldn't figure out where Arina got such a great hostility towards her. However, if she didn't like herself, why did she like her?

But the barbarian behind him nodded at them, saying hello.

Then, the pedestrian did not mean to give in to them, and followed the Longshan barbarians straight past them, and set out on the way to the banquet site before them.

The barbarians who came to guide Feng Wuyou and his party did not make any moves. Obviously, in the eyes of the barbarians, even if Song Ximan had ever had conflicts with them, they were still more noble than outsiders like Feng Wuyou and others.

Feng Wuyou and Xiao Jinglan didn't care about such things. They didn't care about these meaningless things on other people's territory.

After Song Ximan's people passed by, Feng Wuyou spoke again: "Who is the one next to Arina?

It's hers..." Feng Wuyou thought for a while before asking, "Are you the current husband?"

Barbarians are in a marriage system. Women will have many husbands in their lives, and each time period is different.

The man looked very majestic among Song Ximan, but he had been standing behind Arina and still protecting her. Feng Wuyou could only guess in this direction.

Shengman, who led the way, glanced at Feng Wuyou and immediately said, "How is it possible! The saint must be pure! Lord Zonggan is the patriarch of Song Ximan!"

Feng Wuyou knew the identity of the barbarian man, but his attention was attracted by another sentence.

She repeated with a strange expression: "Pure?"

Why didn't she hear Ulun say it before?

She had already married, and had never shyled with Xiao Jinglan, so it was impossible for Ulun to know.

The guide barbarian looked at her again and said, "You are outsiders, it doesn't matter."

After a pause, he explained again: "The fertility will affect the purity of the bloodline in the saint's body, greatly reducing the possibility of her being recognized by the Holy Mountain. Therefore, the saint who was born with pure bloodlines cannot lose her pure body before the age of twenty-five."

As if he knew that Feng Wuyou would definitely ask, he simply said: "The success rate of accepting the recognition of the Holy Mountain after the age of 25 is far less than that before the age of 25, so his ancestors set such rules.

As for why the bloodline has been measured at birth and it is still necessary to test it now just in case.

In the past, some people had a pure bloodline when they were born, but as they grew older, their bloodline deteriorated for some reason. Such people died when they went to the holy mountain, so they had to test it again to avoid losing their lives in vain."

Feng Wuyou seemed to know a lot of things when he heard him say, but he became more and more confused.

I don’t know what happened to the Saint Trial, but why there are so many strange rules.

But she had no chance to continue asking because the place where the banquet had arrived.

Ulun saw them from afar, waved to them, and signaled them to enter.

Feng Wuyou nodded and returned the gift, without saying much, sitting on the ground on the ground without saying anything.
Chapter completed!