"Priest Ling said that. He said that actual combat is the best way to improve your strength, so you must go all out in the sparring, and you must not show mercy." Shen Yuhe said.
"I'll just say that, who knows that you take it seriously." Ling Baobao said angrily, pulling at the wound, and took a few breaths from the pain.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Ling Baobao angrily. Most likely, this guy thought he was not weak in martial arts, and he had learned martial arts for a few days. He wanted to find someone to bully and play with, but he didn't expect to meet Shen Yuhe, who was hiding his secrets. The violent maniac, but was brutally abused by others.
"By the way, where did you learn the martial arts you used just now? It seems to be different from what we learned?" Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan's heart moved. The combat skills Shen Yuhe used just now seemed to be the same as what she learned from Mu Tu. Not much difference, but obviously much better. She had long felt that the martial arts she had learned was extremely simplified, so she was somewhat interested in Shen Yuhe's martial arts.
"It's been passed down from generation to generation in our Huayu Temple. Originally, with my strength, I didn't need to practice so early. But that day, I saw the master priest and Long Wudang fighting each other. I felt that martial arts are also useful, so I practiced them." Shen Yuhe said casually, but her eyes were obviously filled with excitement.
Mu Hanyan suddenly wondered if it was the scene of his attack that day that ignited the violence factor hidden deep in the heart of this seemingly gentle right priest.
"Then let's compete." Hearing what she said, Mu Hanyan became even more curious.
"Okay." Shen Yuhe cheered happily, but immediately lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of her clothes, and said coyly, "It's not good to fight with the Lord Priest?"
"It's okay, doesn't the chief priest need to compete with others to improve his strength?" Seeing Shen Yuhe pretending to be gentle and cute, Mu Hanyan couldn't help laughing.
"Then, okay." Shen Yuhe continued to pretend to be shy and cute, but Mu Hanyan could see the eagerness in her eyes.
"Let's make a move." Mu Hanyan took a few steps back, ready to make a move.
"Then I won't be polite, Master Priest, be careful." Shen Yuhe moved his feet, and his palms flew like petals, and slapped Mu Hanyan's chest.
No matter the steps under his feet or the subtlety of his palms, they are by no means comparable to Mutu's crude martial arts. It is no wonder that Ling Baobao will suffer a lot.
However, Mu Hanyan was already superb at swordsmanship. Although she learned martial arts from Mutu, her own understanding was far from being comparable to ordinary people.
With just a slight movement, he easily avoided it.
"Huh!" Shen Yuhe held back a cry of surprise. Although she hadn't really started practicing this martial art for a few days, she had been familiar with it since she was a child, but she was also extremely proficient. The self-righteous Ling Baobao who had been bullied just now was dazzled and had no power to fight back. Unexpectedly, Mu Hanyan avoided it so easily.
Before she could recover from the surprise, she suddenly felt her body lighten, and Mu Hanyan had already hooked her wrist and threw her out.
"Ah!" Shen Yuhe exclaimed loudly, and the young priests who were watching the excitement outside the door couldn't help shouting too.
Although the Hall of Spiritual Cultivation was built spaciously, but Shen Yuhe was thrown out without any precautions, and it was inevitable that he would still be hit hard.
Involuntarily flying towards the stone wall, Shen Yuhe's face turned pale with fright, and her hands fluttered wildly. But the moment she was about to hit the wall, Mu Hanyan's figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and with a light touch on her shoulder, Shen Yuhe stood firmly on the ground.
Mu Hanyan was just curious about the martial arts passed down from generation to generation in the Huayu Temple, and she didn't want people to think that she was avenging Ling Baobao's blood.
"Come again!" Although Shen Yuhe's martial arts did not pose any threat to Mu Hanyan, her exquisite combat skills still made her more interested.
"This time I'm serious, Lord Officiant, be careful." Shen Yuhe didn't dare to be careless anymore, turned around, and quickly slapped her two palms over again.
This time, her palm technique was more subtle, and even Mu Hanyan was dazzled, but relying on her deep foundation and actual combat experience, she easily avoided it, and with a wave of her arm, Shen Yuhe was thrown away again go out.
Fortunately, she was prepared this time, and she didn't yell like she was at a loss like last time. She spun a few times in the air, and then fell lightly to the ground.
"Come again!" Seeing that it was impossible for her martial arts to hurt Mu Hanyan, Shen Yuhe let go of her hands and feet and attacked again.
In the temple, two figures were flying and moving like phantoms, making it dizzying to see. More and more priests gathered at the door, and everyone was amazed to see Mu Hanyan and Shen Yuhe's light figure and exquisite fighting skills.
In the eyes of ordinary people, only civilians who have no hope of becoming priests will concentrate on practicing martial arts. Even with the promotion of strength, high-level priests will also practice, but more of them are as auxiliary, not really. Taking martial arts seriously, even many high-ranking priests will use weapons to replace the role of martial arts.
As the priests of the Huayu Temple, they also have their own pride, and of course they are dismissive of martial arts. They didn't know until today that martial arts can be so exquisite. It seems that Mu Hanyan was able to do it last time. Being bullied to the point where Long Wudang howled and begged for mercy was not all deceit. If this martial art is well practiced, it is also very useful, and it can often achieve surprising results.
"I won't come, I won't come." Being thrown out by Mu Hanyan again, Shen Yuhe wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved his hands again and again.
Although she has tried her best, she is very clear that she is not Mu Hanyan's opponent at all. If she hadn't been merciful, she might end up worse than Ling Baobao now.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan had no choice but to stop.
It can be seen that although Shen Yuhe is proficient in this martial art, after all, he has only practiced it seriously for a few days, and he has not fully understood it, nor can he display its true power.
"By the way, Master Priest, have you also learned about the Eight Desolation Gods?" Shen Yuhe asked Mu Hanyan curiously while wiping off his sweat.
"What is the death of the gods?" Mu Hanyan was slightly startled and asked.
"It's the martial arts I used just now. I don't know what the old patriarch thought. He even gave such a name. I'm not afraid of being blamed by the Lord God. I remember when my grandfather taught me when I was young, he told me that this martial art is Evolved from a one-stroke magic technique, the name of that magic technique is Bahuang Shenyun, but because this magic technique is so wonderful and unparalleled that no one can understand it, it is simplified into martial arts. The formation alchemy of the Temple of Rain is somewhat related to this magic.