Chapter 1852 1853 Eat Melons and Watch a Show?

"For that rare treasure, all the temples are willing to go all out this time. After all, they are all tenth-rank god priests. Even the priests of each temple have no absolute advantage. One more person participating will have more chances, and even if they are inferior to the temples It would be good for the chief priest to advance to the next round and consume the energy of other temple chief priests." Wen Gaoren explained.

"It's true, then you don't want to participate, I can do it alone." Mu Hanyan said.

This is not the time to be impulsive, and it has nothing to do with dignity. With the strength of Shen Yuhe and others, there is no chance of winning against the masters of other temples, or even death for no reason.

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At the same time, Long Aoli and the twelve chief priests did not go back to rest individually, but gathered together.

"This Mu Hanyan really doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. Isn't it embarrassing us to perform the prayer of God on such an occasion? Could it be that we old men are not as good as a little girl like her after living such a big age?" The old man still hasn't calmed down yet, he said through gritted teeth, his name is Fan Chengli, and he is the chief priest of Qingning Temple.

"Others don't know the secret of God's prayer. Don't we know it? It's obviously a sensationalist." Another old man also said angrily. It was Ma Jingtian, the chief priest of Xiafeng Temple.

"We worked together to preside over the sacrificial ceremony, purify our minds and condense our spiritual thoughts, and finally let her pick a bargain. If I had known this, it would be better to choose one of us to perform the prayer of God." Ou Dechuan, the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, said angrily .

This is a bit like saying that grapes are not sour. If anyone among them is really sure, how can it be Mu Hanyan's turn. In fact, many powerful divine arts are risky. Once they fail, they will suffer a powerful backlash, ranging from a great loss of strength to death.

Therefore, although they all knew the secret of God's prayer, none of them dared to try it lightly. Mu Hanyan didn't know the details at all, and he didn't think much about it at all, and he just played the fight naturally, which was the advantage. If he knew, he might also carefully weigh whether he should take this risk.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to talk about it now. Don't you think it's strange that with Mu Hanyan's cultivation as an eighth-level god priest, how could he perform God's Prayer without seeming to suffer any backlash?" Long Aoli interrupted After listening to them, he said with a solemn expression.

"It should be luck, right?" Ma Jingtian guessed.

"Even if it's luck, with the cultivation base of an eighth-level god priest, it's impossible to perform the prayer of God?" Long Aoli shook his head and said.

"The Dragon Priest meant that she concealed her strength." Ma Jingtian said with a frown.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger of a hundred battles. Although they are sitting together in peace and harmony, and they even feel a little embarrassed, but in private, they are trying to find out the strength of each other. They have not let down their vigilance against Mu Hanyan, the flower rain chief However, according to the information they learned, Mu Hanyan is only the cultivation base of the eighth-level god priest, but he may have learned some secret magic skills from the Huayu Temple, so the actual combat power is a bit amazing.

But now it seems that her strength is not as low as they know.

"It's not necessarily a concealment. You all know the situation of the Flower Rain Temple. I suspect that the Flower Rain Temple may not be able to test her depth. Her strength should be much stronger than what we know." Long Aoli said.

After hearing his words, the expressions of the other priests became serious.

"Master Dragon, why did you suddenly think of this?" Ou Dechuan asked.

"The Flower Rain Temple is declining day by day, I think everyone has played against them over the years, even if there is no deep hatred, the people of the Flower Rain Temple should not have a good impression of you.

According to our previous agreement, no matter who gets the rare treasure, the other temples can share the benefits and get some benefits along with it. But if the last rare treasure falls into the hands of Huayu Temple, will we still get any benefit? "Long Aoli said.

The words made everyone feel uneasy. Indeed, they have been thinking about the Huayu Temple all these years, and even humiliated them in every possible way. If Mu Hanyan was allowed to get that rare treasure, they would definitely have nothing to do with them.

"She shouldn't be that strong. How many years have we practiced? She has only practiced for so many years. It is impossible for her to be stronger than us." Ou Dechuan said suspiciously.

"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case. The matter is very important, and there is no room for any mistakes." Long Aoli said cautiously.

"Master Dragon, according to what you said, there should be countermeasures." Another priest asked thoughtfully, and it was Chu Yanghe, the priest of Tianfeng City.

To put it bluntly, he was actually the first Mu Hanyan to know among the crowd. If it wasn't because Kang Qingyuan concealed the truth and instigated the priests of the Tianfeng Temple to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan, she should have become a member of the Tianfeng Temple.

Seeing that Mu Hanyan has become the chief priest of the Huayu Temple, and even the other major temples are so afraid of her, Chu Yanghe's mood is extremely complicated, and he is also extremely annoyed. It's a pity that the original servant, Kang Qinghe, has long since disappeared, and now he can't even find anyone to vent his anger on.

"I do have a solution, please come here, just add up again." Long Aoli lowered his voice.

"Dragon Priest, please tell me." The other chief priests subconsciously approached.

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The melodious bell rang again, heralding the beginning of the real highlight of the ritual.

The chief priests returned to the high platform again, and most of the crowd in the square was dispersed, leaving only more than 10,000 people, less noisy and more quiet.

The old priest came to the stage again and announced the rules of the competition.

Compared with the previous god-sacrificing ceremonies, the scale and space of this competition is huge. In the past, only one young priest was sent from each temple, and it was enough to have a purpose. It didn’t matter who was left or lost, and it didn’t hurt peace. Rewards are done.

But this time, in addition to sending four strong priests from each temple, even the chief priest will personally participate, so the rules are more complicated.

It is naturally impossible for the majestic chief priest to fight with the priests below. On the one hand, it would be demeaning, and on the other hand, it would be unfair to other priests, so this time the chief priests of each hall will not participate in the competition, and the other priests will compete one by one. Twelve winners will be determined, and then they will compete with the chief priests.

After announcing the rules, the priests of each temple came to the stage to draw lots.

Sikong Qinglan and others in the Flower Rain Temple had already given up, and Mu Hanyan, as the chief priest, did not need to participate in the previous competition at all, so there was no need to draw lots.

Oh, so the front is to eat melon seeds and watch the competition?