The back room of the ancestral hall has always been very solemn, and no one speaks, but he doesn't say that he can't speak.

But no matter what, Feng Wuyou's opening spoke immediately broke the atmosphere in the room.

The others looked at Feng Wuyou, and the patriarch also looked at her.

He paused for a moment, as if he was wondering if he should scold Feng Wuyou, but when he thought of her identity, he gave up this plan and turned to say: "The Queen Feng is right, Hong Guangliang is eliminated."

"But why does the red light shine?"

Feng Wuyou didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, and asked questions directly.

The patriarch's expression was a little unfavorable, and the others looked at Feng Wuyou with some anger.

What a serious and important thing is the selection of saints? It has a choice of God. How could Feng Wuyou ask this?

When she asked this, it seemed that there were rules for the selection of saints. As long as you find this rule and cater to the rules, you will definitely be able to choose.

But if the selection of saints is like this, how can it become a sacred tradition passed down from generation to generation by Tianman, and how high the status among them?

They looked at Feng Wuyou with contempt in their eyes.

This woman is really vulgar. Could it be that she didn't know that the Saint is not just a noble name, but is really an existence that is very important to the development of the entire Tianman clan, right?

However, they guessed it right, Feng Wuyou... really doesn't know.

She only knows that the saint is very important and that the saint's status is transcendent, but... the saint is a charlatan when she hears it.

Until now, Feng Wuyou has always felt that the Saint is probably the product used by the barbarians to unify their thoughts and strengthen the cohesion and product of the tribe.

She didn't know, nor could she know that the saints were responsible for very important responsibilities among the barbarians.

In fact, it is Feng Wuyou's inertial thinking.

She habitually uses the thinking of the civilized world or the Tianlan world to think about the barbarians.

In Tianlan, all religions are just the form of advanced frauds. People who promote religion do not want to get what they want in this way.

It may be money, status, or it may be just the satisfaction of being worshipped by sentient beings.

But it's different in the wilderness.

The living environment here is too harsh. Even as a saint, even as a saint, you must have a function worthy of this status while being given a high status.

For example, a saint who is familiar with mantra must constantly give birth to children for the higher class.

Their status is closely related to their better physical constitution that integrates with Lingquan and can give birth to healthier children.

This is true in mature barbarians, but in the live barbarians, it is naturally even worse.

However, this form was too perverse, and Feng Wuyou never expected it for a moment.

However, even though he had never thought about it before, he was looked at by so many eyes and the meaning in his eyes was so obvious, Feng Wuyou still thought of it after all.

Her eyes jumped heavily.

Saint, not a vase?

This discovery is really unexpected and reasonable.

But, what exactly is the Saint used for?

How effective can a woman have on the entire race of life?

No one in the room answered Feng Wuyou, and Feng Wuyou didn't plan to listen to their answers.

There are enough things she thinks of now.
Chapter completed!