"What are you doing!" Mu Tu didn't have a good temper to begin with, and he had already suffocated his anger after being belittled repeatedly by the other party. When he was pushed by the other party, his anger rose up, and he slapped him back.
He was already tall and strong, and his strength was not weak after practicing martial arts. The opponent was sent to guard the gate of the palace, of course, his strength was not much stronger, and he was only a first-level god priest. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Seeing Mu Tu start, there was an uproar behind him.
"How dare you be rude to the priest!" Hearing the exclamation from all around, the young priest was ashamed and angry, drew out his long sword and slashed at Mutu.
A faint khaki light also diffused from the long sword, releasing a heavy breath.
Mu Hanyan's face changed slightly. In the past few days, she had a general understanding of the customs, taboos and laws of the temple. According to the laws of the temple, although priests cannot indiscriminately injure human lives, if the common people dare to attack the priests first , even if he was killed, at most he would lose some money, and he wouldn't even be punished. Therefore, this priest didn't have to show mercy at all.
Although Mu Tu's strength is not weak, how can he compete with the temple priests? He instinctively wants to avoid it, but under the pressure of the heavy breath, his movements become extremely slow. Seeing the light yellow sword shadow coming out of the sword , cutting towards his chest, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his pitch-black face.
At the critical moment, a handsome figure suddenly rushed out of the carriage and attacked the priest.
The one who made the move was naturally Mu Hanyan. Originally, she didn't want to make the move easily, but she couldn't just watch Mu Tu die in front of her eyes. And for her, this little confusion might not be an opportunity, so just before she started, she quickly turned her head and whispered something to Ye Yi'an.
Although he can't use sword skills, Mu Hanyan has practiced martial arts for several days, and what he uses at this time is naturally martial arts.
The young priest obviously didn't pay attention to her martial arts. Seeing Mu Hanyan attacking him, he snorted softly: "Hmph, another one who wants to die. He learned a little martial arts. How dare you come to seek death in front of the priest!"
While speaking, he turned his sword, and the khaki aura suddenly changed direction, cutting towards Mu Hanyan head-on. This is also the difference between priestly magic and kendo. If a swordsman wants to change his sword skills, it is not as easy as priestly magic.
"Be careful!" Mu Tu exclaimed subconsciously, but then he felt that his worries were unnecessary. Even Kang Zihe was not Mu Hanyan's opponent. The priest in front of him was also a first-level god priest like Kang Zihe. How could it be possible to hurt Mu Hanyan.
Afraid of disturbing Mu Hanyan, Mutu exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth again.
He knew the details of Mu Hanyan, but others didn't. Seeing the khaki sword light turn and cut towards Mu Hanyan, the two young priests had indifferent smiles on their faces, and they stood in the queue. The young man behind exclaimed in a low voice, with pity in their eyes.
Martial arts, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than a physical fitness technique practiced by untouchables with low status and no chance of becoming priests. How can it compete with priests' divine arts? High-level priests to compete, but looking at the millions of years of history in the mainland, how many people like that can there be, besides, who knows whether the legend is true or not.
Anyway, the pretty girl in front of her was dead. Even if she didn't die, she would probably be seriously injured. Whether she could stand up in this life was a question.
Some young people who were in full swing even turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch it any longer.
But at this moment, the delicate figure in the line of sight suddenly flickered across a beautiful and unbelievable arc, unexpectedly passing by that sword glow at the moment, and the next moment, that white fist was already heavy It hit the young priest's face.
"Wow..." Nosebleeds and tears gushed out like red spring water, and the young priest let out a muffled cry and fell on his back.
The khaki-colored sword light also missed its aim, and fell heavily on the ground, causing a cloud of stone chips to fly like drizzle.
There was a dead silence all around, and everyone was dumbfounded. Martial arts, even defeated the priest's magic, how is this possible! Some people rubbed their eyes, almost suspecting that they were dazzled or daydreaming.
Mu Hanyan stood proudly in front of the temple with a smug expression on his face. Martial arts are indeed not as simple as outsiders imagined, and the scrutiny and speculation along the way has not disappointed her. Even if she has not yet integrated Jiutian Xingluo and Xingluo Bahuang into martial arts, she just shot no matter what. Whether it is speed, strength, or change, they are all much stronger than the martial arts taught by Mutu
Mu Tu obviously also noticed this, and looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise, but he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Presumptuous, how dare you hurt the priests of the temple, do you want to rebel?" Another young priest reacted a little faster, Qi Qi drew out his long sword.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you." The injured priest also got up from the ground, wiping his nosebleeds and snarling while waving his long sword.
As the priests of the temple, they were injured by a mere pariah, and the priest's divine skills were still defeated by martial arts. How could they hold their heads up in the future? At this moment, the two of them really had murderous intentions.
"Stop!" Ye Yi'an got out of the carriage tremblingly, and shouted with a serious face.
It has to be said that although Ye Yi'an was a little older and weaker, as if he might die at any time, but at this time he was wearing a black priest robe and his solemn expression was quite majestic.
When the young people around him saw him, they felt that they could only look up but not up close, and they all lowered their heads.
"Junior see the priest!" The two young priests were also slightly startled, and did not dare to make a move easily.
The priest's robe was embroidered with nine lines of white silk like water patterns, that is to say, the person standing in front of him was a ninth-level divine sword master, and they were not something they could offend.
More importantly, his majesty and imposing manner seemed to be a bit stronger than the officiant who seldom appeared in the Fengcheng Temple, and they were a little confused.
"I heard that the Lord God has ordered that the major temples in the mainland no longer stick to the old rules. All the people of the mainland of the gods can participate in the assessment of the temple to become a priest. Could it be that the news I heard is false?" Ye Yi'an was a little angry asked.
"The news my lord heard is true. This is indeed an order from my lord, but..." the young priest replied.