Chapter 1756 1757 The Imposing Old Man Pretending to Be a Beep

It is precisely because of this reason that the priests of Huayu Temple became more and more respectful to Mu Hanyan, and their resistance to Mu Hanyan was naturally less and less.

"Come on, let's learn from each other." Mu Hanyan said excitedly.

Actual combat is the best shortcut to improve the most power. Although she didn't agree with Ling Baobao's tricks and tricks, Mu Hanyan fully agreed with this statement, so she would accompany everyone to discuss it when she had time.

This is also because the priests were too weak and deceitful when Long Wudang came to make trouble last time. It seems that with the decline of the Flower Rain Temple, their will has been exhausted and they have become sullen.

As the chief priest, Mu Hanyan didn't want his priests to be a bunch of soft-footed shrimp.

The expressions of all the priests changed slightly, and they all took a step back.

As a priest, no matter which temple you are in, it is a great honor to be able to discuss with the chief priest, and it is also of great benefit to the improvement of strength, and Huayu Temple is no exception. But no matter the honor, or the improvement of strength, no matter who is beaten to the point of being bruised and swollen, it is inevitable that they will have lingering fears.

This master priest is not only ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to his own people.

Of course, they also know that the Lord Priest is for their own good, and they can also feel the improvement of their actual combat experience and even combat power, but in any case, the taste of being beaten is not good.

Seeing their frightened appearance, Mu Hanyan felt a little helpless, and she couldn't help thinking, if only Hua Yu and Zi Rong were there, she wouldn't need to worry about this kind of thing if they were there.

As the saying goes, those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. Even a good girl like Han Yuner will become a violent little witch if she comes into contact with them too much, not to mention these priests who are full of vitality.

I don't know if they are okay, is there any accident? Looking at the distant sky, Mu Hanyan's heart flashed a trace of concern, but soon, he hid this concern in the bottom of his heart, and now the first thing is to improve his strength, otherwise worry is nothing to worry about.

"Shen Yuhe, let's come." Mu Hanyan waved at Shen Yuhe

"Sister Hanyan, can't you? It's me again?" Shen Yuhe looked bitter.

After getting along for a long time, to be precise, they have been abused for a long time, and the two have become more familiar with each other. Anyway, there are only a few people in Huayu Temple, and many times they are not worthy of the priesthood, but they are friendly and casual like friends.

"As far as you are the strongest, it's not who you are. Hurry up, or I'll do it first," Mu Hanyan said.

"Okay, then you have to be careful. I have grown a lot in the past two days, and I was injured in a while, so don't say I committed the following." Shen Yuhe said eagerly.

This is also what Mu Hanyan admires the most about her. She is indomitable and defeated and fought repeatedly. No matter how many times you torture me, I will still treat you like the first time I saw you. As long as the swelling subsides, when it comes to learning from each other, it is full of fighting spirit.

With Shen Yuhe's light drink, the two figures walked towards each other, and the muffled sound of fists and palms intersecting also came into my ears.

Seeing the graceful and swift posture of the two and their exquisite combat skills, the priests couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy again.

"Come on, Master Priest."

"Come on, Master Right Priest." Gradually, they got along more and more, and everyone could see that Mu Hanyan didn't have any airs, and they got along like a friend. While watching the battle, some people cheered loudly for the two of them.

"Pa", although Shen Yuhe has indeed grown a lot, and he has done his best, but how can he compare to Mu Hanyan's perception of the Eight Desolate God's Fall?

Fortunately, this time Mu Hanyan showed mercy to Lord Right Priest, and this palm was slapped on her shoulder, not on her face, otherwise she would be embarrassed to go out for a few days.

Seeing the superb combat skills of the Lord Priest and the Right Priest again, there was applause from all around.

"What kind of decency, a dignified shrine priest, actually use this pariah's skills to fight for fun, Huayu Shrine is also one of the oldest shrines in the continent of my gods, has it fallen into such a field?" Right here At that time, a discordant voice sounded.

The applause and cheers stopped abruptly, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound with anger. Although the Huayu Temple is declining day by day, it is not the time for outsiders to comment on it. Besides, they have already felt the power of the combat skills taught by the master priest during this period of time. Everyone felt humiliated.

On the desolate long street, five or six young priests surrounded an old priest with gray hair and walked towards the temple. As they walked, the old priest sighed repeatedly: "I haven't seen each other for a few years, and Huayu City has actually declined. In this way, as a priest of the temple, he has not cultivated well to revive the power of the temple, and he even uses the skills of a pariah to fight for fun.

Hearing the old priest's open-mouthed accusations, the priests were even more angry.

"Don't take offense, Lord Wen, since the death of Lord Shangji, our Huayu Temple is not as good as one day, and our cultivation resources are even more limited. The cultivation of all priests has also reached a bottleneck. After arriving at the tenth-order god priest, make some preparations to practice." Just when the young priest was about to get angry, a priestess with a cold face stepped forward and explained that it was An Xiaxin.

"Master Zuo Priest, you're back." Seeing An Xiaxin, everyone didn't care to get angry, and rushed forward to greet him.

"This is the first formation master of Lingyu Temple, Master Wen Gao Renwen, come and see Master Wen soon," An Xiaxin said to everyone.

"The younger generation pays a visit to Master Wen." It turned out that this was Wen Gaoren, the first formation master of the Lingyu Temple. An Xiaxin finally invited him back, knowing that if he wanted to repair the formation, he had to be counted on. Yue, not to dare to be slighted at all, stepped forward to salute one after another.

"Forget the ceremony, where is your newly elected priest, let her come out to see me." Wen Gaoren saw that their attitude was still respectful, and he did not continue to scold them, but held his head high and said arrogantly.

However, arrogance returns to arrogance. Seeing that his face is clear and white, his hair is like snow, and when he walks with the wind, his feet do not touch the dust.

Coupled with the fact that five or six entourages shouted and embraced, it was even more imposing, and people dared not underestimate it.

"Pretend to be an X, a god stick!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's arrogant look, Ling Baobao murmured.

Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, not to mention, this old man's posture is really like a god stick, even a bit more powerful than an old god stick like Qu Shanling.

However, the Lingyu Temple is also recognized as famous for its formations, and Wen Gaoren is recognized as the first formation master of the Lingyu Temple. Mu Hanyan did not dare to underestimate him.