Chapter 1741 1742 Bullying Is Coming

"How about it, can I cultivate?" Although she no longer frowned, Sikong Qinglan was still a little worried.

"It shouldn't be a problem," Mu Hanyan said, putting down the Fire Repelling Magic, and picked up another Water Repelling Art.

The discovery just now seemed to have opened a brand new door in front of her. In addition to being excited about the priest magic, she was full of curiosity. You can practice the power of any law without restriction.

Concentrating on her cultivation, she didn't have the time to tell Sikong Qinglan in detail, and she didn't notice the worry in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.

Seeing that Mu Hanyan said vaguely and picked up another priest magic, Sikong Qinglan thought that she was still in trouble, and she couldn't help but worry.

It didn't take long for Mu Hanyan to drop the book of water-repelling magic and pick up the book of the Bright Sacrifice.

Seeing this situation, Sikong Qinglan was even more worried. Obviously, for Mu Hanyan, the water-repelling divine water was more difficult to understand than the fire-repelling divine art, and she did not know if other divine art would be easier for her. .

How did Sikong Qinglan know that the reason why Mu Hanyan threw away the water-repelling magic so quickly was not because it was not easy to understand, but because this magic was almost exactly the same as the fire-controlling magic, it just required the power of the law It was different, so Mu Hanyan was simply too lazy to waste time.

At this time, there was a fierce quarrel outside.

"You figure it out for yourself first, I'll go out and have a look." Sikong Qinglan frowned and said to Mu Hanyan.

"Go ahead." Mu Han didn't lift his cigarette.

"Don't worry too much, just take it slow. We have all been exposed to priest magic since we were young, so we can use it as soon as we are baptized. It doesn't matter if you spend more time." Sikong Qinglan comforted with sincerity. one sentence.

After speaking, he quickly walked out.

"Do I look anxious?" Mu Hanyan raised her head, glanced at Ling Baobao, and asked inexplicably.

"Ah, what did you say?" Ling Baobao was concentrating on studying Naha's lower dragon armor, and raised his head blankly.

"Isn't this turtle shell useless, why are you holding on to it all day?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.

Ever since he found out the origin of Baxia Dragon Armor, Ling Baobao has been holding on to his arms all day long, thinking about it, Mu Hanyan even suspected that he would not let go of his arms when he was sleeping, but the blood of the dragon clan was condensed and formed. The spring water that came out has already reached her hands, so it shouldn't be of any use, right?

"Who said it's useless, it should still be useful." Ling Baobao said.

"What's the use?" Mu Hanyan was even more curious.

"I haven't figured it out yet, I'll find out when I figure it out." Ling Baobao said, laying on the turtle shell and beating again.

Mu Hanyan seldom saw him so focused, and didn't bother him anymore, picked up another priest magic.

They were only superficial magical techniques for beginners. After Mu Hanyan crossed the first and most critical threshold, the rest were no longer difficult. Even the so-called Bright Sacrifice Song was actually similar. Mu Hanyan also knew now that the so-called sacrificial song, that is, the chant that Sikong Qinglan sang when he danced to the gods, was actually a way to gather his mind and enhance his spiritual sense.

The more powerful the divine art, the higher the requirements for divine sense. It often requires the assistance of sacrificial songs to improve divine sense, and such divine art often takes a little longer to perform, not as fast as kendo. Of course, , All of this is related to strength, and there is still no distinction between who is stronger and who is weaker. If there is strength or weakness, the temple and the Holy Court may have been fighting for millions of years, and one side has long been wiped out.

Finally, Mu Hanyan put down the last magic spell. Although she didn't practice one by one, she was sure that Ye Yi'an was right. As long as she was willing to spend more time and cultivate the power of any law, it would not be difficult for her.

Sikong Qinglan and the others hadn't come back yet, but the quarrel outside was getting more and more intense, and it seemed that some people started to fight.

"Let's go, let's go take a look," Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao.

"Oh, you go first, I'll think about it later." Ling Baobao refused to leave, all his thoughts were on the turtle shell.

"Okay." Mu Hanyan didn't force it, and walked out quickly.

Outside the gate of the temple, the priests of Huayu Temple headed by An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan were confronting a group of young priests also wearing black sacrificial robes. A group of people also gathered around, all with angry faces.

Sikong Qinglan was helping Yan Qingshan up, and it seemed that he was injured by the opponent, but the injury was not serious.

"Bold pariah, how dare you attack the priest, don't you die?" On the opposite side, a thin priest jumped up and down, pointed at Yan Qingshan and shouted sharply.

"You forcibly broke into my Huayu Temple, injured my temple guards, and even the wicked sued first!" Sikong Qinglan said angrily.

"What does it mean to forcibly break into the Huayu Temple? I just want to go to your library to see it. This pariah doesn't know his superiority or inferiority, so he dares to block my way. It's his luck if he slaps him to death." A young priest on the opposite side He snapped open the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile.

This person is dressed in a black sacrificial robe, which seems to be the same as other dresses, but if you look closely, you will find that the quality of the sacrificial robe is obviously a lot higher than that of the others. The priests were headed by him.

Looking at the white cloud pattern embroidered on his sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan was even more surprised.

The ninth-order god priest! This guy is not weak, despite his oily head and noodles, he looks like a second-generation dandy.

Clearly, the comer is not good.

"Can anyone enter the book collection hall of Huayu Temple? No one is allowed to enter unless the priests of the temple have a hand letter from the Lord of God." Sikong Qinglan said righteously.

"Hahaha, you still think that the Temple of Flower Rain is the former Temple of Flower Rain, but the Lord of the Gods has handed you an order. The Lord of the Lord has already left you to fend for yourself, and you still have a fart." The young priest laughed loudly.

Hearing his words, all the priests of Huayu Temple were ashamed.

"Stop moaning, and give way quickly, otherwise I will be rude to you." The young priest closed the folding fan and led a group of his men forward.

"Stop, no one is allowed to enter without the Lord God's hand!" Qi Ming and several young priests stood in the way.

"It seems that the lesson I gave you just now wasn't enough!" The young priest sneered, and suddenly slapped it with a palm.

A natural yellow light suddenly bloomed, bringing a feeling of heavy like a mountain.

Qi Ming and several people subconsciously stretched out their hands to block, but Qi Qi made a muffled sound and was knocked out.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and many people showed fear in their eyes.

"You guys, you are deceiving people too much!" An Xiaxin said angrily with trembling all over her body.