Hymn to life! Mu Hanyan suddenly realized that this was not the priest magic technique that Sikong Qinglan used to save the little Ruishou last time, it was also the unique magic technique of Huayu Temple.
Mu Hanyan also tried to practice this magic technique. After practicing for a few days, she found that this magic technique was too complicated and required a lot of time to practice. According to Sikong Qinglan, if you want to truly Mastering the hymn of life requires countless opportunities and accumulation bit by bit. In the history of Huayu Temple, many so-called genius priests spent their entire lives unable to get started, and in the end they could only die in regret.
Of course, Mu Hanyan was reluctant to waste precious time on this, and gave up decisively after a few days.
While Sikong Qinglan chanted, he danced around Chen Xuefeng. Under the hazy moonlight, one after another of crystal light spots spun around Chen Xuefeng like fireflies, and a tinge of blood returned to his pale face.
"Successful, I succeeded again. I never succeeded once before. I didn't expect to succeed twice recently." After Sikong Qinglan sang the last paragraph of the divine language, due to the huge consumption of spiritual power, his face became paler than before. The wind is even paler, but it is too excited to restrain itself.
Since he joined the teacher at the age of three, he has painstakingly studied the hymn of life. It has been nearly twenty years now, and he is so haggard that he looks ten years older than his real age, but he has never succeeded. Once, he thought that he would regret it for the rest of his life like those seniors. Who knew that after meeting Mu Hanyan, he succeeded twice in succession.
Could it be that all of this has something to do with the officiant? Sikong Qinglan is certainly not an idiot to be favored by the previous chief priest and become a praying priest at a young age. Thinking of Mu Hanyan's identity and his master's last words, he can easily think of this.
Looking at Mu Hanyan, his eyes sparkled even more.
"Why did you save me?" Chen Xuefeng opened his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.
Mu Hanyan didn't answer. She had seen the brutality and ruthlessness of the rogues with her own eyes, so she would not have the slightest pity for Chen Xuefeng, and she never thought about saving his life. answer. She didn't stop Sikong Qinglan from performing the hymn of life, because she knew that this guy's hymn of life was not reliable, and he had never succeeded once before meeting her. Chen Xuefeng was rescued.
Mu Hanyan's silent appearance was even more mysterious. There is no way, she is used to pretending to be a magic stick following Qu Shanling, and every time there is a question that she doesn't want to answer, she will habitually play advanced.
"I lost just now, and I'll tell you everything you want to know." Seeing Mu Hanyan's inscrutable appearance, Chen Xuefeng felt a little inexplicable awe.
Only then did he notice the officiant symbol on Mu Hanyan's sacrificial robe. He was originally the guard of a certain priest family, and his clansmen had served this priest family for generations. Jiu Yuan, among them, there are countless strong people in the open and in the dark, without enough strength, without enough prestige, it is absolutely impossible to become the master of the palace.
It is precisely because of this background that even though he is unwilling to admit it, deep down in his heart, he still has an instinctive awe for the priest of the temple.
Now he of course also knows that Mu Hanyan's strength is by no means as simple as that of an eighth-level god priest, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat him with a single sword. Looking at her age, she is only in her twenties, but she has such a strong strength, and she is also able to overwhelm other competitors to become the officiant. Naturally, her talent and prestige are self-evident.
Based on his understanding of the temple, the future achievements of the young priest in front of him are bound to be limitless.
Of course, the reason why he was so imaginative was because he had no idea how far the Huayu Temple had fallen before Mu Hanyan arrived. There were only about twenty priests left, and they were so poor that they had already filled their stomachs. Not full.
"Let's talk." Mu Hanyan didn't know what kind of thoughts were running in Chen Xuefeng's heart, so he just said lightly.
"The martial arts I practiced was found from a grotto in the wilderness, and the one who led us to find that cave was the one who died by your sword just now." Chen Xuefeng pointed to the man who was struck by Mu Hanyan. Kill that rogue, said.
"Show it to me." Mu Hanyan stretched out his hand.
Chen Xuefeng did not hesitate, and directly took out an ancient book from his arms and handed it to Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan turned over, and was startled suddenly.
The martial arts recorded in the ancient books are indeed martial arts, but they are far more sophisticated than Mu Tu and others. They are somewhat similar to the fall of the Eight Desolation Gods handed down by the Huayu Temple, but if you think about it a little bit, it feels quite different. . It feels like the same combat technique, but two ways of using it derived from different understandings.
Mu Hanyan also felt that Chen Xuefeng hadn't fully understood the martial arts in this ancient book at all, otherwise his strength would be at least twice as strong as it is now, or more.
For a while, it was impossible for Mu Hanyan to ponder carefully, so he put away the ancient books first.
"What's the origin of that man?" Mu Hanyan continued to ask.
"His name is Mo Shiqi, and he claims that his ancestors were the people under the rule of the Xiafeng Temple. Tens of thousands of years ago, a great-great-grandfather was also a praying priest of the Xiafeng Temple, but the qualifications of the younger generations were mediocre. Daozhong was living in the wilderness, he was ranked seventeenth in the clan, so he was named Mo Shiqi, because life was really difficult, so he could only be reduced to a bandit." Chen Xuefeng said.
After all, he once served in the priest's family, once he put away his banditry, he would speak in a polite manner.
"Mo Shiqi." Mu Hanyan pondered for a moment.
It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of this kind of name, and there is no way to verify it for a down-and-out family who has been living in the wasteland for tens of thousands of years. These rogues are not like temples. It is impossible for someone to join the group and find out the eighteenth generation of their ancestors.
"How does he know the location of the cave?" Mu Hanyan asked further.
"According to what he said, he found the map from the notes left by his ancestors. Because of his low strength, he couldn't travel long distances in the wilderness by himself, so he could only rely on us. The map can be regarded as the certificate of nomination he gave me. " Chen Xuefeng said, and after finishing speaking, he cursed bitterly, "That kid clearly has no good intentions, he should be much stronger than me."
"Can you still find the cave?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Yes, it's just to the west, about tens of thousands of miles away from here." Chen Xuefeng said.
"Take us to have a look." Mu Hanyan said without hesitation. Calculate the time, and then calculate the footsteps of Chitan Yunyan Beast, go there and come back completely in time for the god sacrifice ceremony.
At this moment, the villagers who survived the catastrophe walked over in awe and curiosity.