Chapter 1855: 1856 Very Arrogant

A famous priest came to the stage one after another, and after drawing lots, he saluted the chief priests as usual. If the priests in front were somewhat perfunctory when facing Mu Hanyan, then now, everyone is polite and considerate, and they don't even dare to look at Mu Hanyan more, for fear that if they accidentally provoke her, they will slap themselves. face.

They can also see now that this young priest is different from those old priests. He is not so particular. Behavior is clearly the virtue of a dude.

Relying on his status as the chief priest of Huayu, he openly slapped the eldest son of Tianyang priest, and even refused to admit it. However, all the priests have nothing to do with her. This is not a typical dude.

That is to say, from this day on, the name of Miss Mu's dandy officiant has gradually spread, and she has become the object of contempt or envy of countless young priests. In any case, it is indeed enviable to be able to be so dandy Isn't it.

"I announce that this competition has officially started. The first round is Fengcheng Temple, Xiangqiu Zuo, and Qingning Temple, Wenwei." Soon, the lottery ended, and the old priest didn't dawdle and waste time, and directly announced the start of the competition .

The two old men flew up to the stage, touching their chests with one hand to salute each other, and when the old priest gave an order, they drew out their long swords at the same time.

In an instant, two beams of energy, one blue and one yellow, shot out of the sky, turning into a rain of frost arrows and a piece of yellow-brown falling rocks colliding in the air, sometimes with a crisp tinkling sound, and sometimes with a muffled sound like thunder.

Compared with the kendo competition, the attack range of divine arts is larger, so the two rarely have the opportunity to fight close to each other. They basically use divine thoughts to stimulate spiritual power, and use the power of laws to attack and defend, which looks even more majestic. Colorful.

However, this kind of competition consumes a lot of spiritual power and spiritual power. After a while, the two began to sing, so as to maximize the spiritual power and gather spiritual power.

"Boom", with a loud noise, the icy rain turned into nothingness, and a huge boulder flew down like a meteorite, hitting Xiang Qiuzuo's chest heavily.

"Crack!" The sound of the sternum breaking came, and Xiang Qiuzuo let out a miserable snort, and flew out of the high platform like a kite with a broken string. When it landed, his face was pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Looking at it like that, even if it can be saved, it is estimated that its strength will be greatly damaged, and it will even become a useless person from then on.

Mu Hanyan originally thought that the competition between priests was not as dangerous as the competition between swordsmen due to the large attack range and long distance. Only after seeing this scene did he realize that he was wrong. It turns out that the competition between priests is also the same Cruel, if you are not careful, you may lose your life.

There were bursts of cheers from the audience.

"Qingning Temple, Wen Weisheng, next game, Tianyang Temple, Changyu, Duoxiafeng Temple, Qin Bolin." The old priest's voice sounded again, interrupting the cheers from the audience, and the two old men followed suit Fly to the stage.

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Competitions were held one after another, and all kinds of magic tricks emerged one after another, making people dizzy to watch the strange lights and illusions.

All the participants in the competition were the strongest priests under the priests of various temples. Mu Hanyan had never fought against priests of this level. While watching the battle, he secretly figured out the pros and cons of his divine skills, and benefited a lot. At the same time, I was also a little moved, fortunately, Sikong Qinglan and the others were not allowed to participate in the competition, otherwise with their cultivation base, they probably would not be able to leave the competition stage alive.

In fact, the losers in every competition were seriously injured, and some people even became completely useless after their meridians were broken. You must know that they are all tenth-rank god priests. Even if there is a distinction between strength and weakness, there will never be too much difference. The final ending is so violent. How could it be possible for Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe to save their lives?

Before I knew it, the sky was getting dark. The first round of the competition has ended, and the second round is drawing to a close. What is going on now is the last competition. The two sides are Long Wucuo from Tianyang Temple and the landlord of Lingyu Temple.

"Master Fang, I have some friendship with your noble Ou Zhiming. I don't want to hurt our peace. How about we stop fighting this time?" The old priest had already announced the start of the competition, but Long Wucuo did not rush to start, but confronted him calmly. The landlord said.

"Master Long, could it be that you want to admit defeat, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain to the Dragon Priest." The landlord said hesitantly.

In this competition, all the temples had put their lives to the limit for that rare treasure of heaven and earth. Of course he would be happy if Long Wucuo conceded defeat, but he also felt that the victory was unwarranted, and he was afraid that Long Wucuo would not be able to confess to Long Aoli. After all, Long Wucuo was still young, if his father was upset because of this incident, his entire life might be ruined.

"Master Fang misunderstood, it's not that I want to admit defeat, I'm trying to persuade you to admit defeat. After all, you are not young, and it is not easy to have this level of cultivation." Long Wucuo said seriously.

"Long Wucuo, how dare you despise this old man! This old man has practiced for a hundred years, isn't he still your opponent?" The landlord was still worried about Long Wucuo at first, fearing that he would admit defeat and make it difficult for him to deal with business, how could he know what other people meant? Let him admit defeat, suddenly flew into a rage.

"Mr. Fang is serious. How dare I despise you, old man. It's just that you have heard the truth first, and you have specialization in art. You are really not my opponent, so why bother to ask for trouble? I also look at Ou Mingzhi's face. I don't want to hurt the harmony between our two families." Long Wucuo shook his head and said.

"Stop talking nonsense, do it!" The landlord was trembling with anger, and suddenly drew out his long sword and slashed at Long Wucuo.

A brownish-yellow light flashed, and a piece of stone cones and spikes flew away overwhelmingly, making piercing screams.

It is also practicing the law of the earth. The cultivation base of the landlord should be higher than that of the Wenwei who appeared before. The stone cone and spikes formed by the power of the law seem to have substance. The hard granite ground was scratched with traces as deep as half a foot.

"My lord, be careful!" Several priests of Tianyang Temple couldn't help shouting in shock.

There was no surprise on Long Wucuo's face, and there seemed to be a bit of contempt in his eyes when he looked at the landlord.

It wasn't until the pile of stone cones pierced in front of him that he drew out his long sword fiercely, and slashed at the pile of stone cones head-on.

There was no strange light on the bright sword edge, just a blunt metallic silver light, but at this moment, it gave off a cold death breath.

Slashing out with the long sword, he saw a cold silver light appearing in front of him, like a huge light shield, but this light shield is not in the usual arc shape, with a sharp corner in front, and then like a stream of water Stretched away behind.

"Boom!" A stone cone spike that bore the brunt exploded into smoke and disappeared invisible.

Immediately afterwards, where the light shield passed, all the stone cones and spikes disappeared into nothingness.

It turned out that Long Wucuo's light shield was both offensive and defensive, indestructible on the one hand, and unstoppable on the other hand.