It is also for this reason that the priests of the Huayu Temple have become more and more respectful of Mu Hanyan, and naturally have less and less resistance to her taking the position of officiant.
"Come on, let's compete." Mu Hanyan said excitedly.
Actual combat is the best shortcut to improve your strength. Although he didn't take Ling Baobao's tricks of bluffing and deceiving, but Mu Hanyan deeply agreed with this sentence, so he would accompany everyone to discuss it when he was free.
This is also because when Long Wudang came to make trouble last time, the priests were too weak and easy to bully. It seems that with the decline of the Huayu Temple, their will was exhausted and they became lifeless.
As the chief priest, Mu Hanyan didn't want all the priests under him to be a bunch of soft-footed shrimps.
The faces of all the priests changed slightly, and they all took a step back.
As a priest, no matter which temple you are in, it is a great honor to be able to compete with the chief priest, and it is also of great benefit to the improvement of strength, and the Flower Rain Temple is no exception. But no matter the honor or the improvement of strength, no matter who is beaten with a black nose and a face swollen at every turn, it is inevitable that they will have lingering fears.
The officiant is not only ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to his own people.
Of course, they also know that the officiant is doing it for their own good, and they can feel the improvement of their actual combat experience and even their combat power, but no matter what, the feeling of being beaten is not good.
Seeing their frightened faces, Mu Hanyan felt a little helpless, and couldn't help but think in her heart, it would be great if Huayu and Zirong were there. With them, she didn't need to worry about such things.
As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Even a good girl like Han Yun'er will become a violent little witch if she gets in touch with them too much, let alone these priests who are full of blood.
I don't know if they are okay, is there any accident? Looking at the distant sky, a trace of concern flashed in Mu Hanyan's heart, but soon, he hid this concern in the bottom of his heart. The most important thing now is to improve his strength, otherwise worrying is useless.
"Shen Yuhe, let's come." Mu Hanyan waved to Shen Yuhe
"Big Sister Hanyan, isn't it, it's me again?" Shen Yuhe had a bitter look on his face.
Having been together for a long time, to be precise, they have been abused for a long time, and the two have become more and more familiar with each other. Anyway, there are only a few people in the Huayu Temple, and most of the time they are not commensurate with their priesthood, but they are as friendly and casual as friends.
"As long as you are the strongest, who else would you be if you weren't you? Hurry up, or I will do it first." Mu Hanyan said.
"Okay, then you have to be careful, I have grown a lot in the past two days, if you get hurt by me in a while, don't say I committed the next crime." Shen Yuhe said eagerly.
This is also what Mu Hanyan admires most about her. She is indomitable and has repeatedly failed and fought repeatedly. Even if you abuse me thousands of times, I will still treat you as if I saw you for the first time. As long as the swelling subsides, when it comes to sparring, the whole body will be full of fighting spirit.
Following Shen Yuhe's soft drink, the two figures headed towards each other, and the muffled sound of fists and palms clashing was heard in the ears.
Seeing the graceful and swift postures of the two, as well as their exquisite combat skills, all the priests couldn't help feeling refreshed again.
"Master officiant, come on."
"Master You Priest, come on." Gradually, they got along better, and everyone could see that Mu Hanyan had no pretensions, and they got along like friends. While watching the battle, some people cheered loudly for the two of them.
"Crack", although Shen Yuhe has indeed improved a lot and tried his best, but how can it compare to Mu Hanyan's understanding of Bahuang Shenyun, and when he showed a flaw, he was shot away by Mu Hanyan.
Fortunately, this time Mu Hanyan was merciful to the right priest, and the palm was slapped on her shoulder, not on the face, otherwise she would be embarrassed to go out for a few days.
Seeing the superb combat skills of the chief priest and the right priest again, there was applause from all around.
"What kind of decency, statism, the majestic priest of the temple, actually used this lowly skill to fight for fun. How can I say that the Huayu Temple is also one of the oldest temples in my God's Continent, has it fallen to such a state?" Right here At that time, a discordant voice sounded.
The applause and cheers stopped abruptly, and everyone looked angrily in the direction of the sound. Although the Huayu Temple is declining day by day, it is not up to outsiders to comment on it. Besides, they have already felt the power of the combat skills taught by the chief priest during this period of time, so it is not a pariah skill. Everyone felt greatly insulted.
On the desolate long street, five or six young priests surrounded a gray-haired old priest and walked towards the temple. As he walked, the old priest was still feeling emotional: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and the city of Huayu is in decline. With such an appearance, as a priest of the temple, if you don’t practice well to revive the prestige of the temple, and even fight with the skills of a pariah for fun, you simply don’t know what it means, don’t know what it means!”
Hearing the old priest's outspoken accusation, all the priests were even more angry.
"Master Wen, please don't be surprised. Since the death of Lord Shangji, our Huayu Temple has been worsening day by day, and our cultivation resources are even more limited. The cultivation of the priests has also reached a bottleneck. Practicing martial arts can improve your strength to some extent. After reaching the tenth rank of god priest, I will practice and make some preparations." Just as the young priest was about to get angry, a priestess with a cold face stepped forward and explained that it was An Xiaxin.
"Master Zuo Priest, you're back." Seeing An Xiaxin, everyone didn't care to get angry and rushed forward to greet him.
"This is the first formation master of Lingyu Temple, Master Wen Gaorenwen, everyone, come and meet Master Wen." An Xiaxin said to everyone.
"My junior pays homage to Master Wen." It turned out that this was Wen Gaoren, the first formation master of the Lingyu Temple. An Xiaxin finally invited him back, knowing that he had to rely on him to restore the formation. How dare everyone show dissatisfaction Yue, not to mention the slightest neglect, stepped forward to salute one after another.
"Excuse me, what about your newly elected officiant, let her come out to see me." Wen Gaoren saw that their attitude was still respectful, so he didn't reprimand him any more, but held his head high and said arrogantly.
But the arrogance is the arrogance, looking at his face is clear and hale, his white hair is like snow, and his clothes are walking in the wind, but his feet are not dusty.
Coupled with the fact that five or six entourages and servants shouted and embraced, it was even more imposing, which made people dare not underestimate it.
"Pretend to be X, magic stick!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's arrogance, Ling Baobao muttered.
Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, not to mention, this old man's posture is really like a magic stick, even a bit more imposing than an old magic stick like Qu Shanling.
However, the Lingyu Temple is also recognized as famous for its formations, and Wen Gaoren is recognized as the number one formation master of the Lingyu Temple, so Mu Hanyan dare not underestimate him.