Since Ou Zhizhi's father can become the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, there is no need to doubt the status of the Ou clan, and Ou Zhizhi has been established as the young master since he was a child, so he is naturally highly expected by the Ou family, and can even be said to be the pride of the Ou family. Gao Ren actually refused to accept him as a disciple. Isn't that a slap in the face of the Ou family
This kind of priestly family with a long history values face the most. It would be strange if the Ou family was willing to let Wen Gaoren go.
"Hehe, you are indeed the number one formation master in Lingyu City. You really have some backbone. I want to see how long you can be tough?" Ou Zhizhi was not angry, but said with a sneer.
"Do you think you can threaten the old man like this? If your Ou family really has that kind of strength, why wait until today? The other temples are just bewitched by you. When the time comes, the formation can't be repaired. There will always be a time to ask me." " Wen Gaoren said disapprovingly.
Known as the number one formation master in Lingyu City, he is not in vain, but also has enough self-confidence. If the Ou family could really beat him in the art of formation, how could they tolerate him for so many years? I'm afraid they would have made trouble as early as when he rejected Ou Zhiming.
So he didn't take Ou Mingzhi's threats to heart. Anyway, sooner or later, those temples will ask him, just find a place to hide their strength and bide their time for a few years. With his strength and a few entourage priests He is not afraid of the wind and torrent in the wasteland at all.
"Really, Duan Cheng'an, come and tell your master, does our Ou family have such strength?" Ou Zhiming said with a smile.
Hearing the name he yelled, Wen Gaoren and several accompanying priests all changed their expressions.
"Master." A young man walked out of the crowd and saluted Wen Gaoren with a face of shame.
"Duan Cheng'an, you... you..." Wen Gaoren had already thought of something, pointed at the young man, trembling with anger, unable to speak.
"Master, as priests, we are supposed to serve the temple. What's more, the priest treats us well, so why insist on going our own way?" Although ashamed, Duan Chengan still persuaded.
"Duan Cheng'an, I, Wen Gaoren, am also blind to my dog's eyes. I have chosen thousands of choices, and I have chosen you as an apprentice. Get out, get out!" Wen Gaoren pointed at Duan Cheng'an's nose. cursed sharply.
"Master Wen, why are you angry? You said that you are not as sensible as your apprentice after you have lived such an old age. But speaking of it, you are really good to this apprentice. Even the ancestral "Shenzhen Sutra" was taught to him, although my Ou family's formation skills are not as good as yours, but with this "Shenzhen Sutra", it is probably not far behind, hahahaha." Ou Zhizhi laughed loudly, then took out an ancient book with yellowed pages, shook it in front of Wen Gaoren's eyes, and quickly put it away again.
Although his movements were fast, Mu Hanyan could still see clearly the three words "Shenzhen Jing" on it, and also felt the ancient seal in it. Obviously, this ancient book of formation is tens of thousands of years old or even tens of thousands of years old. The hundreds of thousands of years of history, if not for the protection of the seal, would have been reduced to dust long ago.
"You, you who eat inside and out, even gave him the "Shenzhen Jing", I... I will kill you!" Wen Gaoren was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then slapped Duan Cheng'an with his palm. .
"Master Wen, why should you be angry? Let Gao Tu call someone who knows the current affairs a hero. As the saying goes, when people go to high places, water flows to low places. You should treat everyone with an elm head like you." Ou Zhiming waved his palm, Then Wen Gaoren was shocked back again and again.
Mu Hanyan shuddered slightly. Although Wen Gaoren devoted himself to the study of formation techniques, he did not devote all his energy to cultivation, but after all, he lived to be nearly a hundred years old and had the cultivation base of a ninth-level god priest. Although Ou Zhiming He also looked like a ninth-rank god priest, but he was able to knock Wen Gaoren back so easily. Obviously, his real combat power was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
While surprised, Mu Hanyan was also a little strange: the Ou family had already obtained the "Shenzhen Sutra" passed down from generation to generation by Wen Gaoren, and even his disciples had defected from the master to join the Ou family, but the Ou family still refused to let him go , is not too aggressive.
If it was just because Wen Gaoren rejected Ou Zhiming and swept away their face, then the Ou family was too petty. The Ou family is also the oldest and most powerful priest family in Lingyu City, and Ou Dechuan is the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, so he shouldn't be so stingy.
Could it be that there are other reasons behind this
"Ou Zhizhi, I will fight with you." Just as Mu Hanyan was thinking secretly, Wen Gaoren let out a roar. He was betrayed by his disciples. Shamed and angry, he roared and rushed forward again.
"Shame on your face!" Ou Zhiming's face darkened, and he slapped again.
"Bang!" Amidst the muffled sound, Wen Gaoren was shocked again and flew back. When he landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell on his back.
"My lord!" several priests who followed him cried out in mourning, and rushed to Wen Gaoren's side to give him the elixir.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go, don't worry about me anymore, and go to make a living by yourself." Wen Gaoren was deeply hurt, and said to several people disheartened.
"My lord!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's pale face, several people were heartbroken and burst into tears.
"Kill him and avenge your lord." Several people stood up at the same time, drew out their long swords and rushed towards Ou Zhizhi and Duan Chengan standing behind him.
"Looking for death!" Several priests beside Ou Zhiming flew out at the same time.
A few strange lights flashed, and Wen Gaoren's loyal followers were on the ground, spitting blood, apparently powerless to fight again.
Loyalty is loyal, but their strength is no more than fifth-level god priests, and the opponent's lowest level is sixth-level, and they were severely injured one by one without even drawing their swords.
"Bring him back, I don't believe that he is not submissive." Ou Zhiming pointed to Wen Gaoren with a cold expression on his face.
"Where are the others?" a follower asked.
"If you dare to commit the following crime, you are ready to die and throw it out to feed the wild dogs." Ou Mingzhi waved his hand and said.
"Yes." Several followers walked quickly towards Wen Gaoren and the others.
As for the people of the Huayu Temple standing aside, it was as if they did not exist.
"Stop!" Mu Hanyan suddenly dodged and stood in front of Wen Gaoren.
"Why, you want to meddle in your own business?" Ou Zhizhi looked at Mu Hanyan and said disdainfully.
"Master Wen is a guest invited by our Huayu Temple. If you do this, you don't take the Huayu Temple too seriously?" Mu Hanyan said calmly.