Mrs. Yipin: a farmer's doctor

Chapter 755: Phoenix Clan Saintess (4)
"You guys don't want to die, don't kneel down!" The man who spoke was Feng Cheng's friend, and he looked flustered, looking at the three of Zhi Ran as if he were seeing a monster.

Zhiran glanced sideways and noticed that everyone was looking at her with condemning eyes, so she pulled her two sisters to kneel reluctantly.

During the sacrificial ceremony, Zhiran seemed to be reading a heavenly book, kneeling until her legs became numb, and only then did she hear the old man shout: "I invite the holy stone."

I saw that the old man did not know what was drawn on the sacrificial altar. After a while, he gasped with a weak look, and the altar slowly made a sound.

The middle of the sacrificial altar tends to rise, and a pillar rises slowly, and a plain black stone is wrapped on it.

Zhiran frowned, thinking to herself, there is a hidden compartment on this platform where sacrifices can be made.

"You three come here." The elder who was kneeling at the front suddenly turned his head and said to Zhiran and the others.

Zhiran frowned, reluctantly pulled the two sisters forward, and stood beside the old man.

"You come first!" The old man pointed at Xiyu.

The old man took out a silver needle, quickly pulled Xiyu over, pierced her finger, and dripped bright red tears of blood on the divine stone.

The divine stone glowed faintly, and there were lines on half of the stone, like a map.

Seeing this, the old man frowned, and said unhappily, "It's only half of it."

Zhiran's eyes widened in surprise, and she resisted the urge to step forward and snatch the stone to find out what kind of stone it is, and why it is so miraculous.

The light of the divine stone lasted less than ten seconds, and gradually dimmed.

"Heh..." The Feng Clan member who was kneeling on the ground sneered at someone who was taking pleasure in others' misfortune.

Zhiran swept her gaze, but locked on to the elders who were closest to them.

Elder Six raised the corners of his lips triumphantly, looked at Zhiran and their eyes, as if looking at a dead thing, she said: "It's ridiculous to want to become a saint with such a bloodline."

Zhiran is so angry that her teeth itch, even if you don't need to explain now, she already knows.

To see if the bloodline is pure or not, it means how much the stone can illuminate. If it is fully illuminated, it is naturally the purest bloodline. Obviously, there is no such person in the Feng Clan.

If there is someone, the position of saintess is naturally hers.

"Come here." The elder pointed to Yuyan, obviously she came in order of age.

Yuyan frowned and glanced at the holy stone, then stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

After pricking blood and dripping it on the divine stone, after a while, the stone glowed faintly, which was brighter than Xiyu's glow before.

The old man's face looked better now, and he said lightly, "That's right, four out of five are the same as Feng Zhen."

As soon as he said this, many members of the Feng clan who were kneeling in front of the sacrifice changed their faces, and said a little impatiently: "Even if she is the same as Feng Zhen in this respect, she didn't grow up in the clan. Father is not from the Feng Clan either, she is not as good as Feng Zhen."

The old man glanced at the young man who was talking, until he dodged in a panic, then the old man withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "That's true."

Zhiran observed the elder carefully, and found that she was slightly relieved when she learned that Yuyan lit up the god stone was the same as Fengzhen.

She suddenly felt in her heart that this Great Elder might not be the same as Feng Zhen, at least, compared with Feng Zhen, the Great Elder might hope that they would get the title of Saintess.

If this is the case, the lives of the three sisters can be saved for the time being.

"Come here!" the old man said to Zhiran.

Knowing that her life was safe, Zhiran felt relaxed, stepped forward and stretched out her hand, casually dripping a drop of blood on the sacred stone.

However, when Shenshi came into contact with her blood, he looked like a longing child. In an instant, the blood flowed all over Shishi's body, emitting a dazzling light.

If before the smoke made the stone shine like a warm sun, now Zhiran's light is like a scorching sun.

Zhiran herself didn't expect such a situation, subconsciously turned her face away, and covered her eyes with her hands.

The people kneeling under the sacrificial altar stood up in amazement, and shouted, "How is this possible?"

"This is impossible!"

"what happened?"

Obviously, none of them could believe that the stones were all lit up, and the light was so strong.

"Ah! Look..."

Suddenly someone yelled and pointed at the mountain wall, and everyone looked over.

A woman appeared on the mountain wall, about 20 years old, holding a famous sword in her hand, stepping on white clouds with her feet, as if flying through the clouds and riding the fog.

"This sword, this sword..."

"Jinghong, it turned out to be the ancestor's Jinghong Sword."

Some people recognized the sword with sharp eyes, while others recognized the jade pendant on the woman's body.

"Look, she is wearing Fengchun."

"It's really Fengchun! It turned out to be a saint."

A word from you, a word from me, Zhiran can tell from their words that this sword is the sword of the ancestor, and this jade pendant is the jade pendant of the saint.

The Great Elder looked at Zhiran with burning eyes, as if probing, disbelieving, or pleasantly surprised.

She stepped forward and said, "Miss Mu San, please stretch out your right hand, I want to see the back of your hand."

As soon as the Great Elder said this, everyone in the cave fell silent and looked at her puzzled.

Even Zhiran raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but did as she said.

The great elder's shrewd eyes looked back and forth on the back of Zhiran's hand several times, as if he wanted to stare out a hole in her hand to be satisfied.

After a long time, she looked away, turned around and said to everyone in the Feng Clan: "Mu Zhiran, the No. 20 fourth-generation saint of the Feng Clan, has officially changed her name to Feng Zhiran since I remembered."

"Why?" Zhi Ran cried out angrily.

There were not a few people who roared at the same time as her. She did it for her name, while others naturally did it for the title of saint.

Thinking of her, Zhiran, after she came to this world, she was called Tang Zhiran first, and then Mu Zhiran, so should she change her name to Feng Zhiran now?
It was the first time she met her, and her surname followed her grandmother's.

The old man had been standing beside Zhiran and the First Elder with his eyes burning. Just now, when the First Elder was looking at the back of Zhiran's hand, she was also studying it.

Seeing the Great Elder acting like this now, he thought the reason was in his hand.

He thought for a while, and was surprised to find that the holy stone still had a faint light at this time, and the figures on the stone wall had not dissipated.

Standing under the stone wall, he carefully looked at the characters on the wall, and noticed a small mole on the little finger of her right hand. Suddenly, he walked up to Zhiran and said in a deep voice, "Miss Mu, please help me." Stretch out your right hand again."

(End of this chapter)