"How about it, can you cultivate?" Although she no longer frowned, Sikong Qinglan was still a little worried.
"There shouldn't be any problem." Mu Hanyan said as he put down the book of Fire Controlling Art, and picked up another book of Water Controlling Art.
The discovery just now seemed to have opened a brand new door in front of her. She was even more curious about the priest's magical arts. You can cultivate the power of any law without restriction.
She was so absorbed in thinking about cultivation that she didn't have the time to tell Sikong Qinglan in detail, let alone notice the worry in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.
Seeing that Mu Hanyan spoke vaguely and picked up another priest's magic book, Sikong Qinglan thought she was still in trouble, and couldn't help feeling worried.
It didn't take long for Mu Hanyan to put down the water-controlling magic book, and picked up the light festival song again.
Seeing this posture, Sikong Qinglan was even more worried. Obviously, for Mu Hanyan, the divine water of water control is more difficult to comprehend than the magic of fire control, and she doesn't know if other magical skills will be easier for her .
How did Sikong Qinglan know at this time that the reason why Mu Hanyan dropped the divine art of water control so quickly was not because it was difficult to comprehend, but because this divine art was almost exactly the same as the divine art of fire control, only the power of law was needed It's just different, so Mu Hanyan is too lazy to waste time.
At this time, there was a fierce quarrel outside.
"You figure it out first, I'll go out and have a look." Sikong Qinglan frowned and said to Mu Hanyan.
"You go." Mu Han didn't lift his cigarette.
"Don't worry too much, just take your time. We have all been exposed to priestly magic since we were young, so we can cast it as soon as we are baptized. It doesn't matter if you spend a little more time." Sikong Qinglan comforted again and again One sentence.
After speaking, he walked out quickly.
"Do I look anxious?" Mu Hanyan raised her head, glanced at Ling Baobao, and asked inexplicably.
"Ah, what did you say?" Ling Baobao was concentrating on studying the Naha Xialongjia, and raised his head in a daze after hearing this.
"Isn't this tortoise shell useless? Why do you hold on to it all day long?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
Ever since he discovered the origin of the Tyrannical Dragon Armor, Ling Baobao has been holding on to it all day long, pondering over and over again. Mu Hanyan even suspected that he would hold on to it when he was sleeping, but the dragon blood and its condensed body formed from it. The spring water that came out had already reached her hands, so it shouldn't be of much use, right
"Who said it's useless, it should still be useful." Ling Baobao said.
"What's the use?" Mu Hanyan became even more curious.
"I haven't figured it out yet, I'll know when I figure it out." Ling Baobao said, lying on the turtle shell and tapping again.
Mu Hanyan seldom saw him so focused, so he didn't bother him anymore, and picked up another book of priest magic.
It was just a superficial magic technique for getting started. After Mu Hanyan crossed the first and most critical threshold, there was no difficulty in other things. Even the so-called Bright Festival Song was actually similar with minor differences. Mu Hanyan now also knows that the so-called sacrificial songs, that is, Sikong Qinglan's singing when dancing the Great God, are actually a method of concentrating the mind and enhancing the mind.
The more powerful the divine art, the higher the requirements for the divine sense, often need the assistance of the sacrificial song to improve the divine sense, and such divine arts often take a little longer to cast, not as fast as the sword, of course , all of this is related to strength, and there is still no distinction between who is strong and who is weak. If there were strengths and weaknesses, the temple and the holy court might have been fighting for millions of years, and one side would have been wiped out long ago.
Finally, Mu Hanyan put down the last book of divine arts. Although she didn't practice them one by one, she was sure that Ye Yi'an's words were correct. As long as she was willing to spend more time, she would not have any difficulty in cultivating the power of any law.
Sikong Qinglan and the others hadn't returned yet, but the quarrel outside became more and more intense, and it seemed that some people were still fighting.
"Come on, let's go take a look too." Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao.
"Oh, you go first, I'll think about it later." Ling Baobao refused to leave, all his thoughts were on the tortoise shell.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan didn't force it, and walked out quickly.
Outside the gate of the temple, the priests of Huayu Temple headed by An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan were confronting a group of young priests who also wore black robes, and a group of common people gathered around, all with angry faces.
Sikong Qinglan was supporting Yan Qingshan, it looked like he was injured by the opponent, but the injury was not serious.
"Bold pariah, you dare to attack the priest, do you want to kill yourself?" On the opposite side, a thin priest jumped up and down, pointed at Yan Qingshan and shouted sharply.
"You forced your way into my Huayu Temple, injured my temple guards, and even the villain filed a complaint first!" Sikong Qinglan said angrily.
"What do you mean by forcibly breaking into the Flower Rain Temple? I just want to go to your library hall to have a look. This lowly man doesn't know his dignity, and dares to block my way. It's his luck not to slap him to death." A young priest on the opposite side He snapped open the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile on his face.
This person is dressed in a black sacrificial robe, which seems to be the same as other clothes, but if you look closely, you will find that the texture of the sacrificial robe is obviously much higher than that of other people, and the person is also born with a greasy hair and a face full of arrogance. The group of priests was headed by him.
Looking at the white cloud pattern embroidered on his sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan was even more startled.
Ninth-rank god priest! Although this guy looks greasy and looks like a second-generation patriarch, his strength is not weak.
Obviously, the comer is not good.
"Can anyone enter the library hall of the Huayu Temple? Anyone who is not a priest of the hall and without the order of the Lord God is not allowed to enter." Sikong Qinglan said righteously.
"Hahahaha, you still think that the Flower Rain Temple is the former Flower Rain Temple, and you still have the handwriting of the Lord God. The Lord God has already left you to fend for yourself, and there is such a fart hand letter." The young priest sneered.
Hearing his words, all the priests of Huayu Temple showed shame.
"Don't grind the mojiji, hurry up and get out of the way, or be careful and I will be rude to you." The young priest closed the folding fan, and led a group of subordinates to walk forward.
"Stop, no one is allowed to enter without an order from the Lord God!" Qi Ming and several young priests stood in front of him.
"It seems that the lesson I gave you just now is not enough!" The young priest smiled coldly, and suddenly slapped him.
A ray of earthy yellow light suddenly bloomed, bringing a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain.
Qi Ming and the others subconsciously stretched out their hands to block it, but Qi Qi made a muffled sound and was sent flying out.
Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and many people showed horror in their eyes.
"You guys, you're bullying too much!" An Xiaxin said angrily, trembling all over her body.