Although Mu Hanyan wore the same sacrificial robe as An Xiaxin and the others, it was not embroidered with white cloud patterns that symbolized the rank. It was obvious that he had just passed the priest's examination and was not yet a junior priest of the rank.
Such a small character dared to threaten himself, it was simply ignorant and fearless.
"A mere entry-level priest dares to threaten the head of our Young Master Longyang. He doesn't know how to live or die!" The group of followers behind Long Wudang also looked contemptuous.
"My lord, I think this girl is pretty stupid, but she looks pretty good, or she might as well take it as a side room." The short-haired follower's eyes lit up, and he said to Long Wudang with an evil smile.
"Well, that's a good idea. Anyway, they're all partial rooms. One more room is another room." Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan up and down, with amazement in his eyes, and then there was a burst of evil light.
When it comes to appearance, Mu Hanyan can definitely be said to be a country, but she was so famous in the Holy Court Continent that ordinary swordsmen and swordsmen can only look up to him. Who dares to give birth to a blasphemous heart, but the strength is higher Most of her cultivators are obsessed with cultivation and have no other distractions, so they only admire and admire her without any extravagant thoughts.
However, Long Wudang didn't take Mu Hanyan's strength seriously at all, and because of his frivolous temper, he naturally began to use his brains.
"What are you doing out here, go back!" An Xiaxin's complexion changed, and he shouted at Mu Hanyan, and at the same time gave him a sneaky wink.
Although being entangled and frivolous by Long Wudang endlessly, An Xiaxin knew that she was the left priest of Huayu Temple no matter what, and Long Wudang didn't dare to do too much, it was nothing more than humiliating in front of everyone A few words, step by step to force myself to submit. But Mu Hanyan is different, regardless of his status or strength, he has absolutely no capital to contend with Long Wudang. If Long Wudang is really determined to force her to go to Tianyang City, he may not even find a place to reason.
Seeing the anxiety in An Xiaxin's eyes and the wink she gave her, Mu Hanyan's heart moved slightly: This priest of the left is not a bad character.
"I've come here, what are you doing back here?" Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan fascinatedly, and said with a strange smile, "I haven't passed the door yet, and I'm starting to be jealous. I like this hotness, hehe. "
"That's that, and I don't even look at the status of the young master. She is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes to be favored by the young master. Of course, she is rushing to throw herself into his arms." The five short-figured little servant thief smiled Said.
The people around him also roared with laughter.
It was the first time in Mu Hanyan's life that he was teased like this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, revealing a murderous intent.
"Little lady, don't worry, when I finish hurting you left priest, it will be your turn." Long Wudang laughed unscrupulously, as frivolous as he wanted.
"Qiang..." Mu Hanyan slowly drew out the Hanxiao sword, feeling her anger, and the edge of the sword let out a chilling hum.
The laughter all around stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.
At this time, Mu Hanyan's face was like frost, and that beautiful face was even more murderous. Although An Xiaxin is also known for being elegant and glamorous, but most of the time, it is due to her reserve, and sometimes it even gives people a sense of affectation, but looking at Mu Hanyan makes people feel a kindness from the bottom of their hearts. It's so cold that people can't even look directly at it.
Just when everyone was in a daze, Mu Hanyan had already slashed out with a sword.
Although he had just passed the baptism and hadn't had time to take the level assessment, Mu Hanyan himself didn't know what kind of state the priest's strength was, but the power and energy from the soul stone were integrated, and it also contained the strength of the priest who had just been refined. Part of the dark and yellow aura is not so weak.
In addition, she has a pure power comparable to a ninth-level swordsman, and she may not be able to defeat a ninth-level god priest by surprise. It is precisely because of this self-confidence that she will stand up.
All the minds are condensed in this sword. The bright sword light was like a bolt of lightning splitting the sky, not to mention the power of the sword, the aura alone is enough to make people tremble with fear.
Long Wudang's eyelids twitched, and fear that he had never felt before, he involuntarily let go of An Xiaxin's hand, and flew back.
At the moment when he flew back and retreated, a red light flashed on the Hanxiao sword, and a... a flame about the size of a little finger floated out.
I read it right, this flame is indeed only the size of a little finger, and it is much weaker than the flame of a candle. It flies lightly, swaying with the wind, like a will-o'-the-wisp floating on a lonely grave at night, making people feel dizzy. Blocking.
"Fireball!" Everyone around was dumbfounded.
Although it is said to be the magic of fire control, it just sounds bluffing. In fact, because the power is too small, this most superficial priest magic is also called fireball by the priests.
Just now, I saw that Mu Hanyan's sword was as powerful as thunder, let alone Long Wudang, and everyone around was shocked. Although the priests of the Huayu Temple were ashamed and angry, and hated Long Wudang to death, they were really afraid that Mu Hanyan would kill him with a sword and he would not be able to explain it, while Long Wudang's followers were worried that Long Wudang would die In Huayu City, their guards were weak and they couldn't go back to do business. For a while, everyone's backs were soaked in a layer of cold sweat.
But who would have thought that, with thunder and rain but little rain, such a thunderous sword, the last thing that comes out is the fireball technique, no, the fireball technique is a compliment to her, this is clearly the flame technique, looking at the entire continent of gods, I'm afraid there is no priest who can use such a weak priest magic.
Mu Hanyan was also ashamed for a while. Originally, she wanted to use the fire control magic first, and then rely on the tyrannical strength comparable to the swordsman's ninth level to make up for it by surprise with a martial arts move. Huo Miao, the remaining backhands are not easy to shoot.
But after all, it was the first time to use priest magic, so Mu Hanyan was not too disappointed.
Long Wudang stopped abruptly, stared at the small flame slowly flying towards his eyes, his face flushed instantly.
The son of the majestic priest of the Tianyang Temple, the ninth-rank god priest, and the well-known Young Master Longyang in Tianyang City, was actually frightened away by a mere fireball... oh no, a flame spell, and he was still laughed out of his mouth when it spread.
"Little girl who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, I won't show you how powerful I am today. You don't know which way the gate of the temple is going to open." Long Wudang became angry, and pulled out his long sword fiercely, cursing and swearing fiercely. A sword cut towards the small flame.
Although it is impossible for this small flame to hurt him at all, if it is allowed to fly in front of him, it will still be a great humiliation to him.