Chapter 1697 1698 Implied Goodwill

Mu Yi'an, Mu Hanyan, they really came. Kang Qingyuan exchanged glances.

"Come in." Wen Rongsong said arrogantly.

As Ye Yi'an walked into the central hall, Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up.

This hall is six or seven zhang wide and a dozen zhang high. The sun is slanting in from the eight windows located on the high place, and there is a sense of mystery in the majesty.

Three gray-haired priests sat under the high platform opposite, looking down at them proudly. If they guessed correctly, they should be the priests in charge of the assessment.

A little further away, another young priest sat beside them. This priest is very handsome, he looks like he is twenty-five or six years old, but he has a childishness that does not match his age. Unlike several other old priests, there is no arrogance on his face. It was a bit frowning, with a worried look.

Probably the descendant of some priest family, otherwise, it would be impossible to sit here at such a young age. Mu Hanyan has always had no good feelings for the second-generation ancestor who relied on the power of the family to soar. Of course, Miss Mu at this time would never think about it. In the minds of many people, she is actually such a second-generation ancestor, and she is no better than others, or even more unbearable.

After only one look at this person, Mu Hanyan turned her head away, but she didn't notice that, just as she turned her head, the young priest subconsciously raised his head and looked at her, completely stunned.

Not only her, but other people didn't notice the strangeness on the young priest's face. Wen Rongsong and the others all focused on Mu Yi'an and his party.

"You are Mu Yi'an?" Wen Rongsong glanced at Mu Yi'an and asked.

"Exactly." Ye Yi'an nodded humbly.

"Wen Rongsong, the left priest at the Xiafeng City Temple, this is Liang Gusong, the right priest, and this is Kang Qingyuan, the priest praying in the temple." Wen Rongsong introduced the two people next to him.

The Continent of Gods is not divided into kingdoms, the temple directly controls the entire continent, so there are also positions among the priests. The three of them are the three highest-ranking priests under the autonomous sacrifice of Tianfeng City, so naturally I want to introduce them.

Hearing Kang Qingyuan's name, Mu Hanyan subconsciously looked at the thin old priest, but the other party didn't even look at them, just lowered his head and drank tea.

This old man is so deep in the city, he is not a good stubble. Mu Hanyan thought to himself.

Like Kang Zi and Shang Cheng, Kang Qingyuan could never be ignorant. If it were an ordinary person, he would have to show a bit of anger and hostility, but the old man was so calm as if nothing had happened.

As the saying goes, a dog that can bark doesn't bite, and a dog that bites doesn't bark. This old man obviously belongs to the latter. Mu Hanyan never believed that he would watch himself become a priest, and secretly raised his vigilance in his heart.

"Mu Yi'an has met a few adults." Ye Yi'an also calmed down, without even looking at Kang Qingyuan, he cupped his hands and saluted.

"Don't be too polite. Speaking of which, the wooden priest is still our senior, and it is not easy to be so old with the strength of the ninth-order god priest." Wen Rongsong said with some emotion.

Although he didn't have good intentions for the other party, on the surface, he pretended to be amiable and showed enough respect for Ye Yi'an. This is also to prevent Ye Yi'an from becoming suspicious and ruining the plan.

"I've won the prize." Ye Yi'an said lightly.

"Are these two descendants of your Mu clan, why are they one surnamed Mu and the other Ling?" Wen Rongsong asked with a smile.

"Mu Hanyan is a child of my Mu family, and Ling Baobao is a descendant of the Ling family in Keshan City. Seven thousand years ago, the Ling family left Keshan City and drifted to the mainland. He passed through our fief a few days ago. Yu’er, the daughter of Mutu, fell in love at first sight and entered Zaomu’s house, and as soon as she completed the priest examination, she was ready to marry.” Mu Yi’an said.

Ling Baobao grimaced and pouted, looking like he was nauseated. Although these remarks have been said a long time ago, it is still wrong to hear them now. In fact, he didn't have any distaste for Mutu's precious daughter, but as long as he talked about getting married, the dark face of Yu'er's face and the fleshy flesh would appear in his mind, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Mu Hanyan also secretly wiped away her cold sweat, Ling Baobao must have an identity to participate in the priest assessment, so she also knew about the marriage, it was just a cover. But when it comes to the Ling clan in Keshan City, or the fall of the family 7,000 years ago, she doesn't know it at all. It's obviously Ye Yi'an's nonsense. Anyway, it happened nearly 10,000 years ago. Who will investigate? Who can find out?

This old man really has the talent to be a magic stick.

"Congratulations to your Mu clan. We were worried that Senior Mu would have no successor. We didn't expect that there would be two descendants with good qualifications. Now the Mu clan will be a blockbuster." Wen Rongsong said falsely.

My heart was secretly ruthless: I thought it was just one Mu Hanyan, but I didn't expect that there would be two, or it would be abolished all at once, so that you will never have the day to turn over. Dare to despise the priest of my Fengcheng Temple, this is the end!

Since these two people can pass the test of the Qi Refining Tablet outside the door and enter the temple, there is naturally no problem with their identity, and he has no doubts at all. But I don't know that Ye Yi'an pretended to be X, and had already scared the two young priests outside, so how dared to check their identities.

"Thank you for your kind words." Ye Yi'an said with a slight bow.

"Since it's a descendant of Senior Mu, we won't say much about the rules. You must know the dangers involved, why don't you start?" Wen Rongsong said.

"Okay." Ye Yi'an nodded.

Although he frightened the two priests outside, he was still afraid that Ye Changmeng would have too many dreams, and wished that the assessment would end as soon as possible.

"Wait!" At this moment, the young priest suddenly said.

"Priest Sikong, what's wrong?" Wen Rongsong gave Ye Yi'an an unhappy look.

"Such a pariah is not qualified to participate in the priest assessment. It's just a waste of time." The young priest glanced at Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao and said contemptuously.

"Who is this lord?" Ye Yi'an said unhappily. He also saw this priest before, but Wen Rongsong did not introduce his identity. Ye Yi'an thought he was the descendant of a priest who came to watch the fun, so he didn't take it to heart. He was a little dissatisfied when he heard his rude remarks. .

"Senior Mu, this is Sikong Qinglan, the prayer priest of Huayu Temple. This time I came to Tianfeng City to discuss with our chief priest. Just in time for the priest assessment, I stopped by to observe it." Wen Rongsong introduced After a while, he said to Sikong Qinglan, "This time, we are recruiting priests in an eclectic manner. This is the order of the Lord God. Could it be that Priest Sikong is dissatisfied with the Lord God?"