Hampai, Temple of Wisdom.

Ye Fan and Kuratu handed the cross-border documents to the priest who was responsible for the rotating teleportation position.

The priest dressed like a doctor, looked at the two of them with a strange look.

Ye Fan felt a little upset, "There is a problem with the documents?"

The priest shook his head: "There is no problem with cross-border documents, but... are you sure you want to go to Asranic civilization now?"

"Of course", Ye Fan nodded.

The priest shrugged and said nothing, and entered the document into the light brain backup.

After some operation, the two entered the teleportation array.

"I remember that after I got the temple in Dayaslan, I would also have to conduct a customs entrance examination. If it is missed, it will be considered illegal entry."

After the priest made a reminder according to the convention, he performed a ritual to the God of Wisdom.

"May God of Wisdom guide you."

As the light shines, the star map bracelets on Ye Fan and Kuratu's hands then release the bright light.

Ye Fan is no stranger to the teleportation channel of the Great World. This trip from Fitz to Aslan has become much closer.

But even so, it still takes some time in the middle.

In the channel of the big world, sound waves are difficult to transmit, but they do not affect sound transmission.

Ye Fan remembered the question of the priest just now and couldn't help but send a voice to him: "Is there any problem when I go to Aslan now?"

Kuratu had always had a serious expression, and then replied in a stern manner: "I think we are ugly and it is not suitable to go to Aslan at this time."

Ye Fan couldn't help laughing, "You guy, you're pretty joking."

Kuratu glanced at Ye Fan for no reason and said nothing.

After a boring journey, the Star Map bracelet positioned a temple and took the two of them down.

The temple that descends is much more exquisite and gorgeous than the Temple of Wisdom.

The living ornamental plants carefully decorated on the walls, windows, domes, and everywhere are very pleasing to the eye.

All kinds of designs are obviously to pursue a natural aesthetic and spare no effort.

"The difference between this temple and the temple is quite big," Ye Fan sighed.

"The main tribes of Aslan all believe in the gods of beauty and the gods of nature. The pursuit of beauty has been passed down since ancient times and is born with it."

"Since it is a temple of beautiful gods, in terms of beauty, of course, it is not comparable to the temple of wisdom," Kuratu said.

Ye Fan nodded, "The first impression is pretty good. Let's go and enter the pass."

The two of them arrived at the exit and met some Aslams who worked and worked in the temple along the way.

I have to say that Aslans are indeed handsome men and beauties, with golden gold, light gold blonde hair, fair and shiny skin, and slender figure.

The pairs of sapphires and emerald-like pupils are also fascinating.

To be honest, Ye Fan suddenly couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman because he was too "beautiful"!

Even their dressing is obviously much more particular than the Fitz people.

Not luxurious, simple colors are used, and attention is paid to details.

Many materials are obviously made of certain special plants, strong and natural and unique style.

However, not long after, Ye Fan noticed something strange.

When these Aslams saw the two of them appear, they showed some disgust and contempt.

When he arrived in front of the beautiful god priest, the priest did not hide it and was unwilling to look at the two of them directly.

"What are you here?" The priest seemed puzzled.

Ye Fan was amused and crying, "We are adventurers, come to carry out the commission."

"I really know how to pick the time."

The priest was very impatient and pointed out the leaves of the plant next to him.

The vine plant turned out to be a living creature. After scanning the leaves on the document, the review was completed.

To put it bluntly, then plants are the optical brains that scan and record?

Ye Fan knew that this was the unique "natural magic technology" of Aslan.

Even the great sages of the Fitz Institute were unable to crack these ancient technologies of Aslan.

Because this is a gift given to the relatives by the God of Nature, foreign races cannot understand it at all.

Sure enough, the four golden civilizations have their own strengths, Ye Fan muttered in his heart.

After leaving the temple, Ye Fan finally took Kuratu's previous words seriously.

"It's really not suitable for us to come to Aslan?"

"If it were the same, it would be fine, but now it should be the eve of the 'God of Beauty'..."

Kuratu frowned and said, "I haven't been back for too long and didn't think of this, but no matter what, we can only come first for the purpose of entrustment."

"The Great Ceremony of Beauty Gods? What does it mean?"

Kuratu explained: "It is an important celebration for the major tribes to offer tribute to the goddess of beauty. It is almost the most solemn festival in Aslan and will be held every ten years."

"The major families of each tribe will select the most beautiful men and women and hold beauty pageants on that day."

"The winner is the ultimate winner, which is almost the highest honor of the major tribes of Aslan."

"And whenever the ceremony of the God of Beauty is a while before, all Aslams are particularly picky and extremely intolerant of ugliness."

"Because they feel that only beautiful lives can participate in the ceremony of the beautiful gods, otherwise it would be a blasphemy to the beautiful gods..."

Ye Fan was so amused that this Aslan man was really persistent in handsome men and beautiful women.

"Wait, you just said, both men and women participate? Is it a competition together?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, there is no distinction between men and women in front of the God of Beauty. In fact, in history, the victory of men and women is almost half," Kuratu said.

Ye Fan felt a little embarrassed. When he thought of a group of men, dressed up in a colorful manner, and competed with women on stage for beauty...

"Haha, I'm better ugly," Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Ye, don't worry, you are still a long way from participating in the auditions," Kuratu replied seriously.

Ye Fan was speechless, "I'm not 'beautiful', but you are not so good either? I'm afraid it's because you left the Dragon Blood Tree Tribe because you are ugly?"

Kuratu was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

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Ye Fan didn't react at all, and thought about it before asking again: "What do you mean? You are so ugly..."

"You should also see that my appearance is still somewhat different from most people in Aslan."

Kuratu grinned, not taking it seriously.

Ye Fan felt that he had experienced many strange things, but it was the first time he had heard of it because he was ugly.

With a hint of comfort, Ye Fan patted Kuratu on the shoulder.

"It's okay, in their eyes, I'm uglier than you."

Kuratu didn't care, saying, "There are thirteen major tribes in the Aslam world. Because the major tribes are worried about conflicts, there is a neutral zone between each other."

"What we are in now is a neutral zone between the Dragon Blood Tree Tribe and the Cloud Shadow Tribe, which is probably as big as five sand seas."

Ye Fan had heard that the Aslamic world is vast and ranked first among the four major golden civilizations. It is indeed extraordinary.

"Then how can we get to the Dragon Blood Tree Tribe the fastest now?"

Ye Fan can use the Dragon Shadow to teleport, but the problem is that he does not recognize the way, and he is not here to travel, so he has to find the right target.

Otherwise, in Aslan's ridiculous world, when he finds Ye Wuxie, the daylily will probably be cold.
Chapter completed!