Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty-Five Too Soft
"Alien?"
Who knew that it would be better not to say this, after saying this, the vigilance in the eyes of this feather clan woman became even higher.
Probably there is also a proverb on their side that people who are not of our race must have different hearts, so the way she looked at Chen Jing became more prejudiced.
"It's different from your sister!"
Chen Jing saw that the soft one was not easy to use, and he didn't bother to use it softly. The Jinglei sword was unsheathed directly, and put it on the woman of the Yu tribe: "Don't babble, I'll save you. If you think there is a purpose, then there is a purpose." Yes. Now I will ask you a few questions, and you should answer them honestly."
Seeing his tone harden, the Yu woman immediately softened up.
His eyes became timid, with a pitiful look.
"..." Chen Jing only thought it was funny.
It turns out that the people of the Yu clan are like this, they eat hard but not soft!
‘Alright, it’s easier this way. '
Continuing to put the sword on her body, Chen Jing asked many things fiercely.
As long as you ask any questions you can ask, this woman from the Yu tribe can basically answer them.
Chen Jing asked her why she was hunted down by the musk people?
Her answer was that she just became an adult today, and there is a tradition among their Yu clan, that is to take a test flight after becoming an adult.
Just like ordinary birds, after the feathers are fully grown, they have to learn to fly.
And their test flight is to pass through the territory of the musk people to collect a kind of fruit that can only grow in the place where the musk people are. As long as she is successfully picked and brought back, the Yu clan will recognize her as a member of the clan.
If you can't pick it up, you will be considered a failure, and you are not qualified to stay in the Yu clan, and you will be expelled and left to fend for yourself.
And she, of course, didn't get it.
The partners who were with her died or fled.
She escaped faster and had better luck.
After hearing this, Chen Jing laughed at the Yu clan,
Why do you do this kind of death thing?
Her answer is that it is not easy to survive on the moon, each race will only leave the elite, and those mediocre ones will be expelled.
Only in this way can the healthy development of a group be guaranteed.
Anyway, it is useless to keep the mediocre, it will only pollute the genes of the clan.
Only by keeping the elites and combining the elites with the elites, will they produce better offspring.
After hearing these words, Chen Jing was speechless.
In addition, Chen Jing asked about other races.
Her answer was almost the same as that of the magic dragon dove.
In addition, there are some things about their Yu clan.
After her detailed explanation, Chen Jing finally got a general idea.
It turns out that there are very few creatures on their side who practice the five elements, and most of them cultivate blood.
It is estimated that they have maintained this [elite tradition] for generations, so they attach great importance to blood.
Bloodline grades, from one to nine.
The first-order bloodline is equivalent to the Qi refining stage of a human monk.
The second-order bloodline is equivalent to the foundation-building stage.
The third-order bloodline is equivalent to the stage of transforming gods.
The fourth-order bloodline is equivalent to the Jindan stage.
The fifth-order bloodline is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage.
The sixth-order bloodline is equivalent to the out-of-body stage.
The seventh-order bloodline is equivalent to the distraction stage.
The eighth-order bloodline is equivalent to the fusion stage.
The ninth-order bloodline is equivalent to the stage of crossing the catastrophe.
Chen Jing asked them what level of blood was the strongest member of the Yu Clan?
She answered eighth.
This answer made Chen Jing break out in a cold sweat.
The eighth-order bloodline is equivalent to the human fusion stage. The stage of distraction is already the first stage of refining the emptiness and combining the Tao, it can be said to be the realm of the gods.
There is no doubt that if Chen Jing meets such a master, he can be slapped into a ball of blood foam with a single slap.
At least, there is absolutely no such master in Tianyu.
"What bloodline are you?" Chen Jing asked her.
"I am rank five. Adult Yu clan members all have rank five bloodlines."
"..."
The fifth-order bloodline is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage of human beings.
Suddenly, Chen Jing felt that he was a little swollen, and he pointed the Thunder Sword at a Nascent Soul master to question him.
Fortunately, this woman was seriously injured, otherwise, Chen Jing would never be able to beat her.
‘Among the Yu Clan, becoming an adult is equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm of a human monk. Such a comparison, those people sent by Tianyu, besides delivering food, can only deliver food. '
It is conceivable how lucky Tian Yu was to survive and bring back his stunts.
Just like Qin Tianjun, Qin Tianjun was able to go back alive, it must be because his ancestors accumulated a lot of virtue.
Otherwise, like Yu Clan, any adult Yu Clan member can kill all the people sent by Tianyu.
"You actually have the fifth rank. What about those muskmen just now?" Chen Jing asked.
"It should be about the same. We have similar traditions with them. Our coming-of-age ceremony is to go to their territory to pick fruit, and their coming-of-age ceremony is to hunt and kill us. In fact, the musk people are born to be our nemesis." the woman said.
Thinking of the soul-stirring arrow, Chen Jing really felt a little lingering.
It was also fortunate that those Muskmen couldn't see him, otherwise he would never be able to run away from the arrows.
"Since you haven't picked any fruit, does that mean you've been eliminated? The Yu clan won't allow you to go back?"
"No, I still have a chance. I will try my best to go again. As long as I get some fruit, I can go back. The clan will accept me."
"They have already found you, and there must be an ambush if you go again, aren't you courting death?"
"But this is the rule, it must be followed."
Afterwards, Chen Jing asked her if there was anything she could teach him, such as martial arts, exercises and so on.
But she said that the things of the Yu clan are all engraved in the blood, and there is no way to pass them on.
These words made Chen Jing quite depressed.
In other words, no matter how good his relationship with the Yu Clan is, it's useless.
He can only go to the Snake People or Lizard People, either to learn exercises or martial arts.
"However, can you devour blood? Snake people can devour blood and use other people's blood to evolve. Would you know this method?" Suddenly the woman of the Yu clan asked such a sentence.
"Swallow blood?" Chen Jing looked at her scrutinizingly.
With a weak expression, she shook her head and said, "I didn't devour me. I'm only a fifth-order bloodline. It's useless for you to devour me. You can devour musk people."
"Tell me first what it is to swallow blood!"
"do not you know?"
"If I know, do I still need to ask you?" Chen Jing stared at her fiercely.
After being attacked by him, the woman of the Yu tribe became honest and friendly, and said: "That is the secret method of the snake-human tribe. According to legend, they can devour bloodlines every one hundred years. As long as they are successful, they can use other people's bloodlines to nourish themselves. It has been greatly improved. But it is said that it will fail, and the chances of success and failure are both fifty to five.
If it succeeds, it means that the bloodlines are compatible, and then the power of the bloodlines will increase greatly. If it fails, it means that the bloodlines repel each other, and the power of the bloodlines will drop a lot. "
After she said this, she said in a very pitiful tone: "Swallowing blood can only be done once every 100 years, so it's best to find a bloodline with a higher rank, and I'm only fifth rank, so don't look at me with such eyes. Me, my blood is not suitable."