Bloodline Level

When the crowd approached, the man just bowed to Elder Feng San, and didn't even look at Feng Chixi and the guardian elders.

"Third Elder, you just came back from the barbaric land outside?" the man asked.

Elder Feng San had a kind attitude towards the man, and nodded: "That's right, Chong Lang, are you going out of the city?"

Feng Chonglang nodded: "The sacrificial ceremony is coming soon, so I want to go to the wilderness forest outside the city to catch some prey to sacrifice."

When he said this, his eyes could not help but fall on Yun Qianli and Yun Chujiu.

It's just that he only glanced at Yun Chujiu, and more eyes fell on Yun Qianli.

He frowned and said, "Third Elder, is she the Yun Qianli that Feng Chichi mentioned?"

Elder Feng San nodded: "That's right, she is Yun Qianli from the Yun Family of the Holy Mountain, and the other one is Yun Qianyi from the Yun Family of the Holy Mountain."

Feng Chonglang curled his lips: "Isn't that great?! But yes, her blood is mixed with the inferior blood of those people in the barbarian land, so naturally she can't compare with us.

As for the other one, it is worthy of the lowly blood of the barbarian land, and it looks really shabby. "

Feng Chixi frowned slightly, but due to Feng Chonglang's identity, he didn't speak.

Yun Qianli's face was covered with a layer of frost. It was the first time someone said that her blood was inferior. She looked at Feng Chonglang coldly:

"It's not up to you to comment on how my cultivation is. If you think you are worse than me, how about we have a competition?"

Feng Chonglang curled his lips: "Do you think that we are all at the first level of mixed respect, so you think we are qualified to compete with me?

Tsk tsk, you really are a country bumpkin from a barbarian land. I just want to stabilize my cultivation, so I haven't made a breakthrough. In fact, my cultivation has already reached the third level of mixed venerable, you are not worthy to fight with me. "

Yun Qianli had always been proud and arrogant, how could he bear such taunts, he immediately called out the water-cutting sword, and said in a cold voice, "It's useless to talk more! Let's do it!"

Feng Chixi wanted to dissuade him, but Elder Feng San gave him a wink, obviously happy to see it succeed.

His idea was also very simple. He wanted to give Yun Qianli and Yun Chujiu a bad start. Anyway, with him watching from the side, there would be no danger.

Although Feng Chixi felt that it was inappropriate to do this, but his small arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he had to step aside silently.

Yun Chujiu approached him, lowered his voice and asked, "I heard that the third elder Feng called him Feng Chonglang, so he should be a generation younger than you. Why didn't he salute you?"

Feng Chixi smiled wryly: "You only know one thing but not the other. Although seniority is important, it is more important in the bloodline level of the Feng clan!"

Yun Chujiu immediately became interested: "What's the matter with this bloodline level?"

Feng Chixi didn't hide it, and said: "The higher the bloodline level, the closer the bloodline is to Feng's ancestors, not only the higher cultivation qualifications, but also the greater chance of being inherited."

Yun Chujiu wanted to ask in detail, but Feng Chixi's attention was drawn to the fight between Yun Qianli and Feng Chonglang, and he didn't say anything more.

Yun Chujiu had no choice but to look at the two who had already started. Since they were on the street, they didn't use their sword spirits, but just competed with each other.

Feng Chonglang thought that he would be able to defeat Yun Qianli soon, after all his actual cultivation level was two levels higher than Yun Qianli's, but when he started to fight, he was taken aback.