Chapter 1766 1767 Do You Want to Meddle in Your Own Business?

Since Ou Zhizhi's father can become the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, there is no doubt about the status of the Ou clan. Since Ou Zhizhi was established as the young master since he was a child, he is naturally highly expected by the Ou family, and can even be said to be the pride of the Ou family. Gao Ren actually refused to accept him as a disciple. Isn't that slapping the Ou family in the face?

This kind of priest family with a long history, the most important thing is face, it would be strange if the Ou family was willing to let Wen Gaoren go.

"Hehe, as expected of my Lingyu City's first formation master, I really have some backbone. I want to see, how long can you be tough?" Ou Mingzhi was not angry, but said with a sneer.

"Do you think you can threaten the old man like this? If your Ou family really has that kind of strength, why wait until today? The other temples are just bewitched by you, and the formation can't be repaired by then, there will always be a time to beg me. ." Wen Gaoren said disapprovingly.

Known as the master of the first formation in Lingyu City, he is not vain and has enough self-confidence. If the Ou family can really beat him in the technique of formation, how can they tolerate him for so many years, I am afraid that he would have attacked him as early as when he shut Ou Mingzhi out.

So he didn't take Ou Mingzhi's threat to heart. Anyway, when those temples begged him sooner or later, he just needed to temporarily find a place to hide for a few years. With his strength, plus a few entourage priests The formation materials, he is not afraid of the wind in the wasteland.

"Really, Duan Chengan, come and tell your master, does our Ou family have that kind of strength?" Ou Zhizhi said with a smile.

Hearing the name he called out, Wen Gaoren and the several attendant priests all changed their expressions.

"Master." A young man walked out of the crowd and saluted Wen Gaoren with a shy face.

"Duan Chengan, you...you..." Wen Gaoren had already thought of something and pointed at the young man, trembling with anger, unable to speak.

"Master, as priests, we are supposed to serve the temple in the first place, not to mention that the chief priest treats us well, why do we have to go our own way?" Although Duan Chengan was ashamed, he still opened his mouth to persuade.

"Duan Chengan, I, Wen Gaoren, are also blind to these dog's eyes. I have a thousand choices, and I even chose something like you as my disciple. Get out of here, get out!" Wen Gaoren pointed at Duan Chengan's nose scolded sharply.

"Master Wen, why do you need to be angry? You said that you are not as sensible as your apprentice after living such an old age, but to be honest, you are really good to this apprentice, not only did you teach all the skills of formation, but also Even the ancestral "Sacred Formation Sutra" was taught to him, although my Ou family's formation technique is not as good as yours, but with this "Shenzhen Formation Sutra", it is probably not far behind, hahaha." Ou. Zhizhi laughed, then took out an ancient book with a yellowed page, shook it in front of Wen Gaoren, and quickly put it away.

Although his movements were fast, Mu Hanyan could still read the three words "Spiritual Formation Sutra" on it, and felt the ancient seal in it. Obviously, this ancient book of formation formation is tens of thousands of years old. Hundreds of thousands of years of history, if not for the protection of the seal, I am afraid that it would have turned into dust.

"You, you even gave him the "Shenzhen Jing", I... I killed you!" Wen Gaoren was in a hurry, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then slapped Duan Chengan with a palm. go.

"Master Wen, why should you be angry? Gao Tu is called a man who knows the current affairs. It is the saying that people go to high places and water flows to low places. You should treat everyone as elm-headed like you." Ou Mingzhi waved his palm, Wen Gaoren was so shocked that he retreated again and again.

Mu Hanyan froze slightly. Although Wen Gaoren devoted himself to the study of formation techniques, he did not devote all his energy to cultivation, but after all, he had lived for nearly a hundred years and also had the cultivation of a ninth-order god priest. It looks like a ninth-order god priest, but Wen Gaoren can be knocked back so easily. Obviously, his real combat power is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

While surprised, Mu Hanyan was also a little strange: the Ou family had already obtained the "Sacred Formation Sutra" handed down by Wen Gaoren from generation to generation, and even his disciples had defected from their teachers and joined the Ou family, but the Ou family still refused to let him go. , isn't it too aggressive.

If it was just because Wen Gaoren shut Ou Mingzhi out and swept their face, then the Ou family was too petty. After all, the Ou family is also the oldest and most powerful priest family in Lingyu City, and Ou Dechuan is also the chief priest of Lingyu Temple, so he shouldn't be so stingy.

Is there any other reason behind this?

"Ou Mingzhi, I fought with you." Just as Mu Hanyan was thinking about it, Wen Gaoren let out a roar. He was betrayed by his disciple, and he was already burning with anger. Embarrassed and angry, he rushed up again with a roar.

"Shame on your face!" Ou Mingzhi's face sank, and he slapped it with another palm.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, Wen Gaoren was shocked again and fled back, and when he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell on his back.

"Sir!" Several entourage priests cried out in grief, and quickly grabbed Wen Gaoren's side and gave him the medicine pill.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go, don't worry about me anymore, go make your own living." Wen Gaoren was deeply traumatized and said to several people disheartened.

"Sir!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's pale face, several people were heartbroken and burst into tears.

"Kill him and avenge the adults." Several people stood up at the same time, drew out their long swords, and rushed towards Ou Mingzhi and Duan Chengan who was standing behind him.

"Looking for death!" Several priests beside Ou Mingzhi flew out at the same time.

I saw a few strange lights flashing, and Wen Gaoren's loyal followers were on the ground, spitting blood, apparently without the strength to fight again.

Loyalty is loyal, but their strength is no more than a fifth-order god priest, and the opponent's lowest is sixth-order, and they don't even need to draw a sword, they will hit them one by one.

"Take him back, I don't believe he won't accept it." Ou Mingzhi pointed at Wen Gaoren with an indifferent expression.

"Where are the others?" asked one of the attendants.

"Dare to commit the following crime, I think I'm ready to die and throw it out to feed the wild dogs." Ou Mingzhi waved his hand and said.

"Yes." Several entourage quickly walked towards Wen Gaoren and others.

As for the people in the Temple of Flower Rain standing aside, it seemed to them that they did not exist.

"Stop!" Mu Hanyan suddenly dodged and blocked in front of Wen Gaoren.

"What, do you want to meddle in your own business?" Ou Mingzhi looked at Mu Hanyan and said disdainfully.

"Master Wen is a guest invited by our Huayu Temple. If you do this, it's too hard to take Huayu Temple in your eyes?" Mu Hanyan said calmly.