Chapter 2642 Test Talent Again

It wasn't until Han Sen entered the fairyland-like continent that he couldn't get an answer.

Immortal springs are flowing, clouds and mists are shrouded, giant dragons are running rampant, colorful phoenixes are flying together, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, rare birds and animals can be seen everywhere on this continent.

Han Sen glanced over and saw at least three deified aliens, including plant-type deified aliens.

"This is too scary... No wonder the Taishang clan can become the number one race in the universe. There are so many resources here that even the Huangji clan can't compare with it... No... It should be said that there is no comparison at all... ...Compared to the Huangji clan, they are simply poor..." Han Sen was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Along the way, there were countless powerful alien species, and deified alien species could be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests.

But flying tens of thousands of miles over the mainland in a small boat, I saw countless alien species, but I didn't even see a single one of the Taishang clan.

"Since my family discovered this place in ancient times, there will often be predecessors who brought back the alien species they found to stock up. After countless billions of years, we have the current scene. It's just the reproductive ability of my Taishang family. Too bad, today there are only less than 200 tribesmen left, so naturally they don't need so many resources, so they multiply more and more, and we have the current situation." Linglong said.

Now Han Sen finally knows why the Taishang clan has the confidence to cultivate deified powerhouses. This place is simply a natural treasure house. With the resources here, it is easy to cultivate a few deified powerhouses.

Bao'er was lying on the side of the boat, with big eyes sweeping over the exotic flowers and plants from time to time. It seemed that there was nothing unusual about it, but Han Sen, who knew her well, knew that she must be playing tricks in her heart.

The boat flew all the way, and he didn't know how long it had been flying. Han Sen always felt that there seemed to be some problems with the flow of time here, which made him unable to accurately judge the time.

Finally, Han Sen saw a group of palaces built on the mountain amidst the clouds and mists. The mountains and the palaces were perfectly integrated. It was really like a fairyland among the clouds and mists.

"Linglong, you're back?" The boat had just landed at the foot of the mountain when a man from the Taishang clan stepped down from the stone steps leading to the palace on the top of the mountain.

Maybe there is such a thing as an outstanding person. People born in this fairyland seem to look better than ordinary people.

"Second Senior Brother." Linglong stepped down from the boat and bowed slightly to the man.

The man waved his hand slightly to signal Linglong not to be too polite, then his eyes fell on Han Sen, and seeing Bao'er sitting on Han Sen's shoulder, the man frowned slightly and said, "Third Junior Sister, why did you bring two back?" One is your silkworm?"

"His name is Han Sen. He is the silkworm I chose. This is his daughter. Because no one is taking care of her, I can only bring them together." Linglong explained.

The man nodded slightly, then stopped looking at Han Sen and Bao'er, and said to Linglong, "Let's go, the altar is ready, and the contract can be made now."

Linglong responded, then turned to Han Sen and said, "Follow me, and don't stay too far away from me."

Han Sen nodded, and walked off the boat, but as soon as he left the boat, he felt like a mountain was pressing on his body, making his movements extremely slow.

"The environment of Tianwaitian is a bit different from the outside world, and it will get better after you get used to it," Linglong said to Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded, and silently followed Linglong up the stone steps, looking around at the environment.

"Junior Sister, why did you choose the Jing Clan instead of the Lone Bamboo from the Celestial Clan? The physical aptitude of the Jing Clan is very average, and the future achievements are limited..." The man did not hesitate, talking with Linglong while walking.

"Why doesn't this guy look like a high-ranking man?" Han Sen was not angry, but just looked at the man a few times.

Different from the Li Ke'er, Tourmaline, and Linglong he had seen, this man had a bit more mundane aura, not as indifferent as the people of the Taishang clan.

Linglong obviously just dealt with him casually, and her answers were very simple, as if she didn't have much desire to communicate.

The four of them walked all the way to the middle of the mountain, and saw a stone pavilion built on a stone platform in the middle of the mountain. On the plaque of the stone pavilion was written the words "Half Life Fate".

Han Sen didn't know what that meant, but he saw the man turn around, beckoned to Han Sen and said, "Come here, according to the rules of my Supreme Clan, you must have at least nine talents to continue the next step." Contract, test your talent level here first."

The man didn't seem to know that Han Sen had already tested it once. He walked to the stone pavilion, opened the stone pot on the stone table, and immediately saw a touch of the gods lying quietly in the stone pot.

"You feed a drop of blood to the touch of the gods, and then wait by the side." The man pointed to the touch of the gods and said to Han Sen.

"Second senior brother, there is no need for the test. Senior brother Bixi has already tested him with the touch of the gods before. He is an eleventh-class talent, which meets the standard of silkworms." Linglong said.

"Eleventh A talent? He is only a crystal clan, how could he be an XI A talent, isn't this a joke? It must be the kid Tourmall who made a mistake, let alone the crystal clan, even if I am a member of the Taishang clan, It's extremely rare to see an Eleven-A talented person... This requires testing even more, lest you be delayed by wrong test results..." The man's mouth kept talking like a machine gun.

Han Sen lazily continued to listen to him mumbling there, walked directly to the stone pot, stretched out his right middle finger, forced out a drop of blood, and fed it to the touch of the gods.

Linglong's eyes were fixed on the touch of the gods, and she also wanted to know if there was a problem with the last test, or if Han Sen really had the talent of eleventh class.

The man was also staring at the touch of the gods. He didn't believe that a crystal clan would have the talent of 11th grade, but he felt that something must have gone wrong during the tourmaline test, which caused the test results to deviate.

Several people were staring at the touch of the gods, but after the touch of the gods sucked Han Sen's blood, it was still moving. They waited for a long time, but they didn't see the touch of the gods even a layer of carapace. Didn't take off either.

Linglong was a little stunned, and the man also felt a little strange, no matter how poor the Jing Clan's talent was, it was impossible for them not to shed even a layer of carapace.

"Strange, is there a problem with the touch of the gods?" The man reached out and pressed the head of the touch of the gods a few times, and said suspiciously: "There is no problem, it is the same as before, how could it be like this?"

"You feed it another drop of blood." The man checked the touch of the gods carefully, and there was no problem, so he turned around and said to Han Sen.

Han Sen also felt a little strange. As he said, he squeezed out another drop of blood and fed it to the touch of the gods.