Chapter 1855

One priest came to the stage one after another, and after drawing lots, he saluted you as usual. If the priest in front is somewhat perfunctory when facing mu Hanyan, then now, everyone is polite and thoughtful, and even dare not look at mu Hanyan one more time, for fear that if he accidentally provokes her, he will slap her in the face.

They can see that this young priest is not the same as those old priests. He is not so fastidious. To put it mildly, he is young and vigorous. To put it mildly, he is reckless. To put aside his status and only look at his behavior is clearly the virtue of a dandy.

Relying on his identity as the chief priest of Huayu, he even slapped the chief priest of Tianyang in the face, but he didn't admit it. But all the chief priests had nothing to do with her. This is not a typical dandy style.

That is to say, from this day on, Miss Mu's reputation as the chief priest of a dandy gradually spread, and became the object of contempt or admiration of countless young priests. Anyway, to be a dandy to such a degree, there is something enviable, isn't it.

"I announce that the competition will officially begin. The first competition is Fengcheng temple, Xiangqiu left, Qingning temple, Wenwei." Soon after the draw was over, the old God announced the beginning of the contest without any more hesitation and waste of time.

The two elders flew onto the stage, stroked their chests with one hand, saluted each other, and drew out their swords at the same time when the old priest gave an order.

In a flash, a blue and a yellow two air awning out of the sky, into a road of frost arrow rain and a piece of yellow brown falling rock in the air, sometimes Jingdong crisp ring, sometimes dull sound like thunder.

Compared with the Kendo competition, the attack range of Shenshu is larger, so they seldom have the chance to fight with each other. They basically use the divine idea to stimulate the spiritual power, and use the power of the law to attack and defend. It looks more magnificent and colorful.

However, such a contest also consumed a huge amount of divine thought and spiritual power. Soon, they began to sing, so as to maximize the promotion of divine thought and gather spiritual power.

"Boom", with a loud noise, all the ice rain turned into emptiness, and a huge rock light and shadow flew down like a meteorite, hitting the left chest of Xiangqiu heavily.

"Ha!" The sound of broken sternum came and hummed miserably to Qiu Zuo. He flew out of the high platform like a broken kite. When he landed, his face was pale. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.

In that case, even if it can be saved, it is estimated that it will be a great loss of strength, and even become a useless person from now on.

Mu Hanyan thought that the competition between the priests was not as dangerous as the competition between the swordsmen because of its large attack range and long distance. Seeing this scene, he realized that he was wrong. It turned out that the competition between the priests was just as cruel. If he was careless, he might lose his life.

Under the stage, there were bursts of cheers.

"Qingning temple, wenweisheng, next scene, Tianyang temple, Changyu, duixiaofeng temple, qinbailin." The old priest's voice rang out again, interrupting the cheers under the stage, and the two elders immediately flew onto the stage.

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One after another, all kinds of magical skills are constantly appearing, and people are dazzled by all kinds of magic.

Mu Hanyan has never met with a priest in this realm. He has gained a lot from watching the battle and secretly pondering the advantages and disadvantages of his divine skills. At the same time, he also has some feelings. Fortunately, he did not let Sikong Qinglan take part in the competition. Otherwise, with their accomplishments, they would not be able to leave the competition platform alive.

As a matter of fact, the losers in every competition are seriously injured, and some even lose their meridians completely. You know, they are all ten level gods and priests. Even if they are strong or weak, they will never be too bad. The final result is so fierce. How can Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe save their lives?

Before you know it, it's getting dark. The first round of competition is over, and the second round is coming to an end. At this time, what is going on is the last competition. The two sides are the Dragon Wucuo of Tianyang temple and the landlord of Lingyu temple.

"Mr. Fang, I have some friendship with you. I don't want to hurt your friendship, or we won't fight this fight?" The old God has announced the beginning of the contest, but long Wucuo is not in a hurry to start, but calmly says to the landlord.

"Lord long, do you have to admit defeat? I'm afraid it's not good for you to explain to the Dragon priest." The landlord came and hesitated.

In this contest, all the temples fought for the treasure. If long Wucuo admits defeat, he will be happy, but he feels that he won't win. For fear of long Wucuo, he can't explain to long Aoli. After all, long Wucuo is still young. If his father is upset by this, his whole life may be ruined.

"Mr. Fang misunderstood. I don't want to give up. I want to persuade you to give up. After all, you're old. It's not easy to have this cultivation." Long Wucuo said seriously.

"Long Wucuo, how dare you despise me! I've been practicing for a hundred years now. Isn't that your opponent? " The landlord was still worried about long Wucuo. He was afraid that it would be difficult for him to admit defeat. Even though he knew what others meant, he suddenly became angry.

"Mr. Fang is serious. How dare I despise you? You are not my opponent. I don't want to hurt the harmony of our two families because of your face." Long Wucuo shook his head and said."Cut the crap and do it!" The landlord was so angry that he shivered. He took out his sword and chopped the Dragon Wucuo.

A brownish yellow light flashed by, and a piece of Stone Cone spikes flew away from the sky, making a sharp sound.

It's also the cultivation of the law of the earth. The landlord's cultivation should be better than the previous strength of culture and health. The Stone Cone spines formed by the power of the law seem to have substance. Where they pass, even the hard granite ground is marked with traces as deep as half a foot.

"Be careful, my Lord!" Several of the priests in the temple of the sun could not help shouting.

There was no surprise on long Wucuo's face. Looking at the landlord, there seemed to be some contempt in his eyes.

Until that pile of stone cones stabbed in front of him, he took out his sword and cut it head-on toward that piece of stone cones.

The sharp edge of the sword didn't show any splendor. It was hard metal silver light, but at this time, it gave people a cold breath of death.

The sword cut out fiercely, and a cold silver light appeared in front of him, like a huge light shield. However, the light shield was not a common arc shape. There was a sharp angle in front of him, and then extended to his back like water.

"Boom!" The first stone cone to bear the brunt of the explosion into dust, disappeared in the invisible.

Then, where the shield of light passed, all the spines of the stone cones turned into nothingness.

It turns out that dragon Wucuo's light shield is both offensive and defensive. On the one hand, it is indestructible, on the other hand, it is unstoppable.

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