"Feng Shenxi!"

A loud voice spread throughout the Tianfeng Mountains.

The surroundings were first silent, and then boiling. Who is Feng Shenxi? Is it the direct lineage of the inner tribe?

The juniors were talking, and the strong men of the Phoenix clan in the stands were also at a loss.

Feng Chenyu forced herself to remain calm, but the displeasure in her eyes was hard to hide, and the rock-solid Taoist heart was also shaken at this moment.

She is more suitable to be a saint than me?

Feng Wu was secretly happy in her heart. The saint was not a phoenix. Her prayer was really useful. A miracle happened. Her expression suddenly became gloomy again, but the saint was not me either.

Feng Qingxian is also confused. She has lived in the Feng clan for many years and has never heard of Feng Shenxi. Is she a direct descendant who has been hidden for many years or a newly-resurgent among the side branches?

Many people have the same doubts.

The rainbow bridge built by the sunset is connected from the other side of the mountain to the center of Tianfeng Square.

Everyone looked up at the distance, and the woman in white clothes slowly walked over. She seemed to be walking out of the painting, so beautiful that she was incomparable.

It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, floating like the flowing wind returning to the snow. It is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow, and it is as bright as the hibiscus waving out the waves.

Feng Qingxian is very familiar with the woman above the colorful clouds, that is Jiang Luoshen.

Jiang Luoshen wore a white dress and covered in black hair, with a simple silver hairpin. His peerless face made the genius present dim.

There was no whitewash on her face, and the clan elder asked her to dress up because today's enthronement ceremony was very important, but Jiang Luoshen was wearing very ordinary clothes.

Even so, the sons of the Holy Clan were all suppressed. Feng Qing and Feng Yang looked up at Jiang Luoshen and lowered their heads consciously.

An inexplicable inferiority arises naturally.

Even Feng Dieyi and Feng Yin thought she was so beautiful, and her cold and arrogant temperament was completely qualified to be the saint of the Holy Clan.

The originally lively square became extremely quiet, with only constant rapid breathing sounds. Many geniuses only glanced at Jiang Luoshen and no longer had the courage to look up.

It comes from inferiority deep in the bloodline.

Feng Chenyu stared at Jiang Luoshen, his eyes became indifferent. Before Jiang Luoshen entered the holy pond, he had seen her from afar.

"Jiang Luoshen!"

The sound of the phoenix and fish is cold.

Feng Wu raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, "It turns out that Feng Shenxi is Jiang Luoshen."

Both women were in a very bad mood.

The Feng Clan is a powerful race dominated by matriarchy. Feng Chenyu believes that his bloodline is not weaker than Jiang Luoshen, and he is both a direct lineage.

Feng Chenyu's father is the sacred son of the Jinwu Holy Clan. Her bloodline of the Phoenix Clan has been mutated and far surpassed that of the geniuses of the same clan.

But Feng Chenyu didn't expect that his excellent bloodline was not a saint.

Thinking that Feng Chenyu was not a saint, Feng Wu felt a little better, but Jiang Luoshen's bloodline was stained, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

When Jiang Luoshen walked to the center of the square, the music sounded, and eight golden armored gods descended from the sky, carrying eight holy objects.

Feng Dieyi and others were only jealous.

These are all rewards to the saints, and are gifts given to the saints by the elders of the clan. Some can save their lives and also be beneficial to their cultivation.

Jiang Luoshen stood beside the white-haired woman with expressionless face. He had no more pendants than the small sachet on his waist.

The white-haired woman looked up at the old woman on the platform above and said respectfully: "I would like to ask the four clan elders to condense the phoenix clan holy patterns for Shen Xi!"

The Holy Pattern of the Phoenix Clan is a more powerful mark than the clan pattern. It requires the consumption of the clan's true blood. After coagulation, it will be protected by the entire clan.

Activating the Holy Pattern of the Phoenix Clan can gain great power. The younger generations can only surrender, and ordinary elders will bow their heads when they see it.

The most important thing is that the holy patterns of the Phoenix Clan can absorb the luck of the Phoenix Clan, and she can also gain powerful power when the Phoenix Clan is strong.

The Saint is not just a noble title, the resources it brings unimaginable.

The four old women were ready to start.

"Let's wait!"

Feng Chenyu suddenly stood up.

She was originally the genius daughter of the Holy Clan and the most dazzling existence. The younger generations all know that Feng Chenyu must be dissatisfied.

The white-haired woman pestleed a crutch and said sternly: "Sinking fish, this is a clan association."

Feng Chenyu was not afraid at all. She looked at Jiang Luoshen proudly and sneered: "If you don't know you, you will be the saint of the Feng Clan?"

"Yes, who are you?" Feng Wu also stood up. She relied on her great-grandfather as an elder and was not afraid of punishment for clan rules.

Feng Qingxian frowned slightly. She knew that today would not be peaceful. As long as Feng Chenyu took the lead, a large number of tribe members would oppose Jiang Luoshen.

The white-haired woman signaled Jiang Luoshen not to answer, and said lightly: "The clan meeting is not as good as you juniors!"

Feng Chenyu felt the powerful pressure, which made her speechless.

Feng Wu even stepped back to her original position.

The whole audience was silent.

"Ahem!"

"When will the clan notify me?" The old woman with white hair broke into the air. She appeared beside Feng Chenyu, and the pressure covering Feng Chenyu disappeared.

Feng Chenyu smiled and said, "Grandma!"

She hugged the old woman's arm and said angrily: "Grandma, they actually want that guy with stained blood to be a saint!"

Jiang Luoshen had no expression on his face.

The old woman said indifferently: "Fengshuang, is this what the clan elders mean?"

Feng Shuang did not answer. She looked at the clan elders on the Taoist platform. A clan elder said above: "Si Niang, this is what the Supreme Elder means."

Upon hearing this, Feng Siniang fell into silence.

Feng Chenyu's parents were behind, and they were also dissatisfied with their daughter. How could they be the saint of the Holy Clan if there was a stain on their bloodline?

Hearing that it was the Supreme Elder, Feng Siniang shook her head at Feng Chenyu and said in a deep voice: "Child, you are very outstanding. You have time to prove that their decision is wrong in the future."

Feng Chenyu walked forward and said strongly: "I need to expose your identity?"

Jiang Luoshen smiled back. She didn't want to be a saint, but her grandfather told her that only by becoming a saint can she meet her mother.

"Her name is Jiang Luoshen, she is the daughter of the ex-saint and the blood of the mortal race. Moreover, she is married in the mortal world and has a loving husband!"

Feng Chenyu made all the news she obtained publicly, and the entire Feng clan was shocked, but Feng Chenyu's parents were very happy.

The tribe members of the entire mountain range were talking about it.

With such an identity, Jiang Luoshen is not qualified to be a saint. If the clan elders force her to be a saint, it will inevitably arouse public anger.

Feng Chenyu looked at Jiang Luoshen proudly.

Jiang Luoshen was still calm. She knew that Qin Mu was no longer by his side, that she could not be weak, that she would not be successful in her own right, and that she would never be embarrassed.

The geniuses of the Phoenix Clan were sighing, not because her bloodline was stained, but because Jiang Luoshen was already married.

Feng Qingxian looked at Jiang Luoshen with distress. Without Qin Mu, she didn't know how she could overcome this difficulty.

The younger generations were talking.

Feng Yang said in a deep voice: "Even if this is the case, I support Feng Shenxi as a saint."

Feng Qing mocked, "You are just a dog licking, and no one knows you, so it's better to support Feng Wu, at least they are not married."

"Actually, I am also suitable to be a saint." Feng Dieyi said with a red face.

"It's you."

Feng Qing and Feng Yang curled their lips at the same time, and then the two men and one woman almost started fighting.

This incident caused a stir at the clan meeting, and Feng Shuang shouted softly: "Silent!"

Tianfeng Square finally calmed down.

Jiang Luoshen slowly took a step forward, and she spoke calmly: "My name is Jiang Luoshen, Feng Shenxi is the name given to her by her grandfather Feng Tianshen."

Everyone knows that the Phoenix Heaven God is the Holy Lord of the Phoenix Clan and the helm of the Phoenix Clan.

They suspected that Jiang Luoshen was walking through the back door.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole clan were gathering on her.

"I grew up in Tianhuang Continent and got married. What's wrong with it?" Jiang Luoshen faced Feng Chenyu and questioned him in person.

She felt no shame at all.

Feng Chenyu said proudly: "Your mother is combined with the bloodline of the mortal race, and you are also combined with the bloodline of the mortal race. You mother and daughter are not worthy of being saints."

Jiang Luoshen was angry and said strongly: "Do you know the bloodline of the mortal race in your mouth?"

Feng Wu covered her mouth and chuckled. The first time she saw Feng Chenyu quarrel with someone else, Feng Qingxian couldn't laugh. She was worried that Jiang Luoshen would fall into the trap.

Feng Chenyu said arrogantly: "Aren't they mortal bloodline? Otherwise, your mother's position as the saint would be deprived?"
To be continued...