In the yard, Feng Wuyou was not angry at all.

She looked at the mountains with an unknown smile on her lips.

"Elder Teruyama said so, should I still thank the saint?"

Shan Xing raised his head higher and higher: "Of course, after all, the reason why a saint can become a saint is that in addition to the spiritual spring test, she also has to suffer inhuman torture!"

Are there any other conditions?

"Want to hear the details."

She wanted to see how many bright halls this saint had in her.

Shan Xing looked around and pointed at a bucket of water.

There is a special mark engraved on the barrel, which is specially used to hold spiritual spring water.

"If you want to become a saint, you must have the courage to drink the spiritual spring water!"

When Shan Xing said this, the arrogance on his brows could no longer be hidden.

Just bathing in the spiritual spring water can cause so many uncomfortable symptoms. Compared with the skin, the internal organs are many times more delicate?

If you dare to drink the spiritual spring water into your belly, you can imagine how much torture you will have to go through.

But the torture is secondary, the most important thing is the harm caused by the spiritual spring water to the human body.

Just drinking the spiritual spring water is not enough, you have to drink the spiritual spring water and not die.

The Shan tribe actually produced a woman who was able to survive all these tortures and was still alive. This was simply the pride of the entire tribe.

His tribe was able to enter the tribe with the surname Li because of the blessing of the saint.

Although they are still inferior to people with the surname Li, at least they have enough food and clothing, and people with the surname Li will take care of them.

Pointing to the bucket containing the spiritual spring water, Shan Xing said: "Dilute the spiritual spring water five times and drink it without dying. Only then can you finally become a saint!"

By this time, the barbarians had begun to become restless, and some even shouted loudly: "Saint! Saint!"

The spiritual spring allows them to survive, but it also brings them suffering. Only the saint is the one recognized by the spiritual spring and can give birth to the healthiest children who are most suitable for survival in the wild continent.

"Empress..." Cheng Zhijie looked at this scene, a little worried.

The empress's treatment just now suppressed the barbarians' arrogance, but now Shan Xing's words have made them arrogant again.

In this case, wouldn't what we just done be in vain?

Feng Wuyou watched coldly, the expression on his face not changing at all. He waited until the barbarian's shouts died down before asking: "So, to cure my husband, I only need to find a woman who is compatible with Lingquan, and then be intimate with him."

Is it ok if it’s something you want to do?”

"That's right. Empress Yan now knows how wrong you were to expel the saint just now?"

Shan Xing was still kneeling on the ground, but his tone of voice was almost the same as when he was Shan Tong's messenger.

"Get close to the spiritual spring, drink the water from the spiritual spring and not die. If you can do these two things, can you prove that you are in harmony with the spiritual spring?"

Feng Wuyou didn't seem to hear Shan Xing's words, but just confirmed the details with him.

Shan Xing frowned, what happened to Feng Wuyou?

He had clearly made it clear just now, but now he was still asking again and again.

However, she asked, and he had to answer, otherwise, he might be charged with something else.

He nodded: "The most important thing is to drink the spiritual spring water."

People's skin defenses vary. Some people are naturally better at insulating, but their internal organs are completely unprotected.

"Queen Yan, Emperor Yan's current symptoms can still be cured. If he delays any longer, he will be too weak and not even the saint can save him.

For the sake of Emperor Yan, Empress Yan should stay with the Saint and ask the Saint to go in and treat Emperor Yan as soon as possible..." Shan Xing acted like he was doing good for Xiao Jinglan and Feng Wuyou, but in fact, he was eager to see them

Feng Wuyou went to ask for Shantong.

She just dared to humiliate herself like this, now she must take back her capital and profits.

Moreover, once Feng Wuyou goes to beg Shantong, all her actions to establish her authority will be in vain. Instead, she will have to beg them to be barbarians.

In this way, even in the future, the Tianlan people will never even think of raising their heads in front of them.

Shantong now acted arrogant and indifferent, not even looking at Feng Wuyou.

Although the man inside was very tempting to her, but... not everyone could trample on the majesty of the saint.

Unless Feng Wuyou comes to beg her personally, otherwise, she will not take the initiative to treat him again.

She didn't look directly at Feng Wuyou, but she kept paying attention from the corner of her eyes.

I saw Feng Wuyou getting up and walking towards her direction.

Shantong felt proud, Ren Feng Wuyou was so majestic just now, now he wants to come and bow to her?

She had long known that Feng Wuyou would definitely come to beg her! Shantong turned slightly and looked at Feng Wuyou with her chin raised.

The barbarians were tall, and Shantong was already taller than Feng Wuyou. She raised her chin slightly to show her superiority.

"Queen Yan, you didn't know the situation before, I can forgive you..." She put on a posture to accept Feng Wuyou's request, and even said the words, but who would have thought... Feng Wuyou didn't even look at her, and just said

Go past her.

In an instant, Shantong's pretentious posture and the words he spoke became as if they were jokes.

She froze there, continuing to speak was not the case, and it was not the case not to speak.

"Queen Yan, what are you doing?"

Shan Xing was also greatly surprised and quickly called Feng Wuyou: "The saint is here, you have passed by!"

Feng Wuyou ignored them completely and walked to a small bucket not far behind Shantong before stopping.

This is the bucket containing spiritual spring water that I pointed to just now.

Anyone who first arrives in the wilderness needs to bathe in the spiritual spring. They draw a lot of water here, but this bucket has not been used yet.

Feng Wuyou picked up the water, scooped it into the bucket and stirred it a few times, then turned sideways and looked at Shan Xing: "Five times diluted?"

Shan Xing stared at Feng Wuyou, really not understanding what she wanted to do, and just responded subconsciously: "Yes, when the spiritual spring water enters the body, even if it is diluted five times, it will still be as painful as purgatory, and among ten people, not one can survive more than one."

two."

Feng Wuyou continued to stir the water and said to himself: "If you drink this water, you should have an immediate reaction, right?

Saint Shantong..." She suddenly called Shantong's name. Shantong was startled, but Feng Wuyou had already asked: "How long did it take for you to have the attack and how long did you last?"

Shantong stared at Feng Wuyou, and an idea came to his mind.

Impossible?

Could it be Feng Wuyou... A trace of ridicule flashed across her lips. If Feng Wuyou was really as she thought, then he would be overestimating his abilities.

Could it be that she thought that anyone could touch the spiritual spring water?

"The attack occurred immediately and lasted four days."

She spoke quietly, not lying or hiding anything about this matter.

Several years later, she still gets chills when she thinks of those four days.

That kind of burning, acid-etching feeling, like your internal organs are about to melt, is really not something humans should endure.

Fortunately, she survived and was able to achieve the respected status she has now.

"Four days..." Feng Wuyou repeated, shaking his head slightly: "How pitiful."

Needless to say, Shantong could only imagine how painful those four days were.

She scooped up a spoonful of water and smiled at everyone: "It's too troublesome to dilute it, so let's leave it at that."

After saying that, before anyone could react, he suddenly raised his head and poured the water from the spoon into his mouth.

"Feng Wuyou!"

A sharp shout came suddenly, Feng Wuyou shook his hand, and water spilled out, splashing all over him.

She wiped the water on her face and looked at the door helplessly.

Xiao Jinglan was supported by Yun Jiu and appeared at the door, looking at him in shock and anger.

Shantong also followed the sound and looked over, unable to look away immediately.

With such a weak body, he can still burst out with such a strong momentum. This man is definitely the best.

With her status as a saint, of course she should be matched with such an outstanding man.

If the object is Xiao Jinglan, she is willing to reject the advances of all other men.

Shantong's gaze was so obvious that Feng Wuyou couldn't even notice it.

Instantly, she felt unhappy.

How could she let someone covet her man like this?

"You're not feeling well, why did you come out?"
To be continued...