This miserable appearance, coupled with the dull and lifeless gaze, is just like being raped by dozens of big men just now, it is simply unbearable to look directly at.
Ugh... evil, really evil. Miss Mu was deeply ashamed of her evil thoughts.
Seeing the tragic situation of the three of Wen Rongsong, Ye Yi'an was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
If it was somewhat understandable for Mu Hanyan to escape safely, then the current situation was completely beyond his expectations.
You know, both Wen Rongsong and Liang Gubai have the cultivation level of the ninth-level god priest, even slightly stronger than him at this time. Although Kang Qingyuan is slightly weaker, he has also reached the realm of the eighth-level god priest. Mu Hanyan No matter how powerful it is, it won't hurt them like this, right? But the facts were before his eyes, even if he was puzzled in his heart, he had to accept this reality.
When she first came to God's Continent, her strength was suppressed at the fifth level of swordsman... No, she didn't even use the strength of fifth level of swordsman at all, and she was able to seriously injure such a few masters.
He had no doubts at all that it was Mu Hanyan's masterpiece that Wen Rongsong and the others ended up like this. It's fine once the god-gathering formation exploded, or twice, but now it explodes three times, and even the most powerful and powerful priest of Fengcheng Temple has been injured like this. If he believes that all this is a coincidence, the millennium It was a waste of time.
As expected of a saint, only such a genius can enter the eyes of Lord Holy Master! At this moment, Ye Yi'an was so impressed by Lord Holy Master's gaze.
How did he know that if it weren't for relying on Mu Hanyan's blood to obtain the twelve inheritances, the Holy Master would actually wish to strangle Mu Hanyan to death to relieve his hatred.
On the opposite side of the high platform, Sikong Qinglan looked at Mu Hanyan, his face flushed with excitement, and his whole body was trembling constantly: It was her, it must be her, except her, who could have seriously injured such a few people before officially becoming a priest? A powerful temple priest.
"Why have you become so soft-hearted, these old guys should be killed." Among all the people, only Ling Baobao was not surprised at all, and deeply regretted Miss Mu's soft-heartedness.
Mu Hanyan secretly wiped off a cold sweat. It turned out that those who were close to vermilion were red and those who were close to ink were black. After getting along with Huayue and the others for a long time, Ling Baobao became so ruthless, but he obviously forgot what this place was.
This is not the Holy Court Continent, let alone Anyun Capital City, but the Temple. Let alone whether she has the ability to kill Wen Rongsong and the others, even if she has, she can't do that, otherwise, I don't know how many eyes will be focused on her , How could she keep her secrets.
In fact, the commotion just now was not small. Hearing the thunderous explosion and the screams from Wen Rongsong and others, many young priests rushed over. When they saw a few old priests With that miserable appearance, everyone was stunned, crowded at the door in a dilemma.
I want to help some adults, but I am afraid that they will feel ashamed and take their anger on me, and if they accidentally flatter and slap on the horse's leg, if this matter goes out and sweeps their face, maybe they will still hate me. But pretend you didn't see anything, and you're afraid that they will blame you for standing by and disrespecting your elders in the future. All of a sudden, these young priests were full of entanglements and didn't know what to do.
"What happened?" At this moment, a majestic voice sounded, and an old priest came slowly.
"My subordinates see you, Master Priest!" The group of young priests finally breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.
It turned out that this was Chu Yanghe, the chief priest of the Fengcheng Temple. He had white hair and a dignified appearance, and the priest's robes on his body were obviously different from the others. The others were all in black robes, with only white silk threads embroidered with water patterns on the cuffs, but he was in white robes, which should be the symbol of the god's officiant.
Chu Yanghe looked at the group of people crowded in the main hall, and then at Wen Rongsong, who was not far away, who were ashen-faced and bloodstained on their chests, and frowned.
"What are you all huddling here for, what should you do?" Chu Yanghe said as he walked in, waving his hands.
Those young priests stepped back quickly as if they were about to receive an amnesty, but they did not leave. Instead, they hid in the corner of the corridor in the distance and looked towards this side quietly.
It was just a low-level priest entrance examination, but the three priests were so embarrassed that everyone was full of curiosity.
"Who are you?" Chu Yanghe asked as he glanced over Ye Yi'an, Mu Hanyan and the others.
"In Xiamu Yi'an, the guardian priest of the Mu clan in Mu Family Village, I have met you." Ye Yi'an bowed slightly and saluted.
Although he is much older than Chu Yanghe, his status is different after all, so he still maintains due respect.
"Master Mu, you don't need to be too polite." Others may not have heard of Mu Yi'an's name, but Zhu Yanghe, as the chief priest of the Fengcheng Temple, couldn't possibly not know, so he said politely.
"By the way, I don't know what is the purpose of Lord Mu coming to Fengcheng Temple this time?" Chu Yanghe asked.
"I made a special trip to bring two descendants of the Mu family to participate in the priest assessment, and something happened accidentally." Ye Yi'an replied.
"Accident?" Chu Yanghe looked at the messy hall and the disgraced Wen Rongsong and the others, and really couldn't imagine how big an accident would be to have such a scene.
"My lord, this Mu Hanyan concealed a magic weapon and wanted to fool around and destroy two god-gathering formations one after another. We found clues, but we couldn't find any real evidence, so we wanted to test it ourselves. Who would have thought that the magic weapon destroyed the formations?" , even the three of us were injured like this." Wen Rongsong pointed at Mu Hanyan with grief and indignation.
Not to mention others, even Ye Yi'an, who knew Mu Hanyan's origin, could hardly believe that Mu Hanyan could destroy several formations in a row, and finally seriously injured Wen Rongsong and the other three, let alone others.
Therefore, Wen Rongsong believed that there was an extremely powerful magic weapon hidden in Mu Hanyan's body, and he no longer had any previous scruples.
"What!" Chu Yanghe was taken aback, his face sank, and he asked Ye Yi'an, "Master Mu, is what Master Wen said true?"
"Those formations have been in disrepair for a long time, something went wrong, but..." Ye Yi'an replied after a moment of consideration.
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Yanghe, who yelled angrily, "Mu Yi'an, it has been in disrepair for a long time, how could this formation be in disrepair for a long time, you have become a priest of the temple thousands of years ago, and you are so angry. You can even say such words! What kind of magic weapon is hidden in your descendant of the Mu family to destroy the God-gathering array of my Fengcheng Temple like this!
Mu Yi'an, speaking of it, I should call you a senior, but you dare to connive at the descendants of your Mu family to do such shameless things. Do you take the temple seriously and treat me, Chu Yang and me? Put it in your eyes! "