Chapter 1801 1802 Habitual Play

A hymn of life! Mu Hanyan reacted abruptly, this was not the priest magic technique that Sikong Qinglan used when he rescued Xiao Rui Beast last time, it was also the unique magic technique of Huayu Temple.

Mu Hanyan had also tried to practice this divine art. After practicing for a few days, he found that this divine art was too complicated and complex, and required a lot of time to practice. According to Sikong Qinglan, if you want a real Mastering the hymn of life requires countless opportunities and accumulations little by little. Many so-called genius priests in the history of Huayu Temple have spent their entire lives being unable to get started, and in the end they can only die with regret.

Of course Mu Hanyan was reluctant to waste his precious time on this, and decided to give up after a few days.

Sikong Qinglan danced around Chen Xuefeng while singing. Under the hazy moonlight, streaks of sparkling light revolved around Chen Xuefeng like fireflies, and his pale face recovered a touch of blood.

"I succeeded, I succeeded again. I didn't succeed once before, but I didn't expect to succeed twice in a row recently." Sikong Qinglan finished singing the last paragraph of divine words. Because of the great consumption of spiritual power, his face became more complex than the previous Chen Xue. The wind was even paler, but it was unbearably excited.

Since he joined the teacher at the age of three, he has painstakingly practiced the hymn of life. It has been nearly 20 years now, and he has been so emaciated that he looks like he is ten years older than his real age, but he has never succeeded. Once, he thought that he would regret his life like those seniors, but who knew that he would succeed twice in succession after meeting Mu Hanyan.

Could it be that all of this has something to do with the Lord Priest? Sikong Qinglan was certainly not an idiot to be favored by the previous chief priest, and he became a prayer priest at a young age. Thinking of Mu Hanyan's identity and the last words of his master on his deathbed, he could easily think of this.

Looking at Mu Hanyan, his eyes flashed even more.

"Why do you want to save me?" Chen Xuefeng opened his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.

Mu Hanyan didn't answer. She had seen the cruelty and ruthlessness of the rogue with her own eyes, so she would not have the slightest pity for Chen Xuefeng, and she had never thought about saving his life. 's answer. When Sikong Qinglan performed the Hymn of Life, she didn't stop her because she knew that this guy's Hymn of Life was not very reliable. She had never succeeded before she met her. She was just a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Chen Xuefeng was rescued.

Mu Hanyan's silent appearance was a bit more inscrutable. No way, she was used to pretending to be a magic stick following Qu Shan's spirit outfit, and every time she had a question she didn't want to answer, she would habitually play high and deep.

"I lost just now, and I'll tell you everything you want to know." Seeing Mu Hanyan's inscrutable appearance, Chen Xuefeng felt inexplicable awe.

It was only then that he noticed the chief sacrificial logo on Mu Hanyan's sacrificial robe. He was originally the guard of a certain priestly family, and his clansmen served this priestly family for generations. Of course, he knew what the chief priest meant. He must know that every temple is an inheritance. For a long time, there are countless strong people in the open and secret. Without sufficient strength and prestige, it is absolutely impossible to become the master of a hall.

It is precisely because of his background that even if he is unwilling to admit it, deep down in his heart, he still has a natural instinctive awe for the main priest of the temple.

Now, of course, he also knows that Mu Hanyan's strength is not as simple as an eighth-order god priest, otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat him with a single sword. Seeing that she is only in her twenties, she has such a powerful strength, and she is capable of overpowering other competitors to become the priest. Naturally, her talent and prestige are self-evident.

With his knowledge of the temple, the young priest in front of him must have limitless achievements in the future.

Of course, the reason why he was so imaginative was because he had no idea how far Huayu Temple had fallen before Mu Hanyan arrived. There were only about twenty priests left, and he was so poor that his stomach was already full. not full.

"Let's talk." Mu Hanyan didn't know what kind of thoughts were in Chen Xuefeng's heart, so he just said lightly.

"The martial arts I practiced were found in a grotto in the wasteland, and the one who led us to the grotto was the person who died under your sword just now." Chen Xuefeng pointed at the one who was hit by Mu Hanyan Kill that rogue, said.

"Show it to me." Mu Hanyan stretched out his hand.

Chen Xuefeng did not hesitate, and directly took out an ancient book from his arms and handed it to Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan flipped over and was shocked.

What is recorded in the ancient books is indeed martial arts, but it is a hundred times more refined than what Mutu and others have cultivated. . It feels like the same combat technique, two methods of use derived from different understandings.

Mu Hanyan also felt that Chen Xuefeng did not understand the martial arts in this ancient book at all, otherwise his strength would be at least twice as strong as it is now, or more.

For a while, it was impossible for Mu Hanyan to ponder carefully, so he put away the ancient books first.

"What's the origin of that person?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"His name is Mo Shiqi, and he claims that his ancestors belonged to the people under the rule of the Xiafeng Temple. Tens of thousands of years ago, a great-great-grandfather used to be a prayer priest of Xiafeng Temple, but the qualifications of the younger generation are mediocre. He was ranked seventeenth in the clan, so he was named Mo Seventeen, because he couldn't live any longer, so he could only be reduced to a bandit." Chen Xuefeng said.

After all, he used to serve in the priest family. Once he put aside his rogue nature, he spoke in a succinct manner.

"Mo Shiqi." Mu Hanyan pondered for a while.

It's hard to tell whether such a name is true or false, and there is no way to prove it for a poor family that has been living in the wasteland for tens of thousands of years. These rogues are not like temples. It is impossible for someone to join the group and to find out the eighteen generations of other people's ancestors.

"How did he know the location of the cave?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"According to what he said, he found the map from the notes left by his ancestors. Because of his low strength, he couldn't travel long distances in the wasteland by himself, so he could only rely on us. That map is also a certificate of vote he gave me. ." Chen Xuefeng said, and after he finished speaking, he cursed bitterly, "That kid is clearly not at ease, his strength should be much stronger than mine."

"Can you still find that cave?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"Yes, it's just to the west, about tens of thousands of miles away from here." Chen Xuefeng said.

"Take us to see." Mu Hanyan said without hesitation. Calculate the time, and then calculate the footsteps of the red charcoal cloud smoke beast, go and come back completely in time for the ceremony of worshiping the gods.

At this moment, the villagers who survived the disaster came over in awe and curiosity.