This miserable appearance, coupled with the dull and lifeless eyes, looked as if he had just been raped by dozens of big men. It was simply unbearable to look at.
Uh... evil, so evil. Miss Mu felt deeply ashamed of her evil thoughts.
Looking at the miserable state of Wen Rongsong and the other two, Ye Yian was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
If he could somewhat understand that Mu Hanyan was able to escape safely, then the current situation was completely beyond his expectations.
You have to know that Wen Rongsong and Liang Gubai are both ninth-order divine priests, even slightly stronger than he is now. And although Kang Qingyuan is slightly weaker, he has also reached the realm of an eighth-order divine priest. No matter how powerful Mu Hanyan is, she can't hurt them so badly, right? But the facts are before him, and even if he is puzzled, he must accept this reality.
When she first arrived at the Continent of Gods, her strength was suppressed to the fifth-level swordsman... No, she didn't even use the strength of the fifth-level swordsman, but she was able to seriously injure several masters.
He had no doubt that the fate of Wen Rongsong and the other two was entirely Mu Hanyan's doing. A single explosion of the Concentration Formation would have been fine, two, but now it had exploded three times, injuring even the most powerful and influential priest of Fengcheng Temple. If he believed this was all coincidence, then he would have lived for nothing for the past thousand years.
He is indeed a saint. Only such a genius can catch the eye of the Saint Lord! At this moment, Ye Yian was completely impressed by the Saint Lord's vision.
How could he know that if it weren't for the fact that he had to rely on Mu Hanyan's bloodline to obtain the twelve inheritances, the Holy Lord actually wanted to strangle Mu Hanyan to death to relieve the hatred in his heart.
On the opposite side of the platform, Sikong Qinglan looked at Mu Hanyan, his face flushed with excitement, and his whole body was shaking: It was her, it must be her. Apart from her, who else could seriously injure such powerful temple priests before officially becoming a priest.
"Why have you become so soft-hearted? These old guys should be killed." Among all the people, only Ling Baobao was not surprised at all, and he felt deeply sorry for Miss Mu's soft-heartedness.
Mu Hanyan secretly wiped away a cold sweat. It was true that birds of a feather flock together. After spending a long time with Hua Yue and the others, Ling Baobao had become so cruel and ruthless. However, he had obviously forgotten where this place was.
This is not the Holy Court Continent, nor is it Anyun Capital, but a temple. Let's not talk about whether she has the ability to kill Wen Rongsong and others. Even if she does, she can't do that. Otherwise, who knows how many eyes will be focused on her, and how can she keep the secret?
In fact, the noise just now was already quite loud. After hearing the thunderous explosion and the screams of Wen Rongsong and the others, many young priests rushed over. When they saw the miserable appearance of the old priests, they were all stunned and crowded at the door, unable to move forward or backward.
They wanted to help the elders, but they were afraid they would be embarrassed and angry, and if they were careless, they would flatter them and backfire. If the incident became public, it would embarrass them and they might even resent them. But if they pretended they didn't see anything, they were afraid they would blame them for standing by and disrespecting their elders. For a moment, these young priests were in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
"What happened?" At this moment, a majestic voice sounded, and an old priest walked slowly over.
"Your subordinate greets the High Priest!" The young priests finally breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully.
This person turned out to be Chu Yanghe, the chief priest of the Fengcheng Temple. He had white hair and a solemn appearance, and his priestly robes were clearly different from those of the others. The others wore black robes with only white water-patterned silk embroidery on the cuffs, but he wore a white robe, which must be the mark of a chief priest of the gods.
Chu Yanghe looked at the crowd crowded in the hall, then looked at Wen Rongsong and the other two not far away, who were covered in dust and had blood on their chests, and frowned.
"What are you all doing here? Just do what you need to do." Chu Yanghe said while waving his hand as he walked in.
Those young priests stepped back as if they had been pardoned, but they did not leave. Instead, they hid in the corner of the corridor in the distance and looked over here quietly.
It was just a lowest-level priest entrance examination, but it made the three high priests so embarrassed. Everyone was full of curiosity.
"Who are you?" Chu Yanghe asked as his eyes swept over Ye Yian, Mu Hanyan and others.
"My name is Mu Yian, the guardian priest of the Mu clan in Mujia Village. Nice to meet you, sir." Seeing Ye Yian, he bowed slightly and saluted.
Although he is much older than Chu Yanghe, their status is different after all, so he still maintains due respect.
"Master Mu, there is no need to be so polite." Others may not have heard of Mu Yian's name, but Zhu Yanghe, as the chief priest of Fengcheng Temple, could not be unaware of him, so he also spoke politely.
"By the way, I wonder what business Lord Mu has brought you to Fengcheng Temple this time?" Chu Yanghe asked.
"I brought two descendants of the Mu family here specifically to take the priest assessment, and something unexpected happened accidentally." Ye Yian replied.
"Accident?" Chu Yanghe looked at the messy hall and the dusty Wen Rongsong and the other two, and he really couldn't imagine how big an accident would lead to such a scene.
"Sir, this Mu Hanyan hid a magic weapon and wanted to get away with it. He destroyed two gathering formations in succession. We found clues but couldn't find any real evidence, so we wanted to test it ourselves. Who knew that the magic weapon destroyed the formation and even the three of us were injured like this." Wen Rongsong said, pointing at Mu Hanyan with a sad and angry look on his face.
Not to mention others, even Ye Yian, who knew Mu Hanyan's origins, found it hard to believe that Mu Hanyan could destroy several formations in a row and finally seriously injure Wen Rongsong and the other two, let alone others.
Therefore, Wen Rongsong was certain that Mu Hanyan was hiding an extremely powerful magical weapon, and he no longer had any previous concerns.
"What!" Chu Yanghe was shocked, his face darkened, and he asked Ye Yian, "Master Mu, is what Master Wen said true?"
"Those formations have been in disrepair for a long time, and something did go wrong, but..." Ye Yian answered after thinking for a while.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chu Yanghe, who shouted angrily, "Mu Yian, it has been in disrepair for a long time. How could this formation be in disrepair for a long time? You became a priest of the temple a thousand years ago, and you can even say such a thing! What kind of magic weapon do you, a descendant of the Mu family, have hidden on you that you actually destroyed the gathering formation of my Fengcheng Temple like this!
Mu Yian, if I were to speak, I should call you a senior, but you actually dared to allow your descendants of the Mu family to do such shameless things. Do you really care about the Temple, and do you really care about me, Chu Yanghe? "
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