"It was Priest Ling who said that actual combat is the best way to improve strength, so we must go all out in sparring and never show mercy," said Shen Yuhe.
"I just said that, who knew you took it seriously." Ling Baobao said unhappily, pulling the wound and gasping for air in pain.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Ling Baobao unhappily. This guy probably thought he was good at martial arts and had learned some fighting techniques for a few days, so he wanted to find someone to bully for fun. However, he didn't expect to meet Shen Yuhe, a hidden violent person, and was instead severely abused by others.
"By the way, where did you learn that fighting technique you just used? It seems different from what we learned?" Mu Hanyan's heart moved at this thought. The fighting technique Chen Yuhe had just used didn't seem much different from what she and Mu Tu had learned, but it was clearly much more advanced. She had long felt that the fighting techniques she had learned were extremely simplified, so she was somewhat interested in Chen Yuhe's fighting techniques.
"It's something that's been passed down from generation to generation in our Huayu Temple. Originally, with my strength, there was no need for me to practice it so early, but when I saw the chief priest fighting with Long Wudang that day, I thought martial arts could be useful, so I practiced it." Chen Yuhe said casually, but her eyes were clearly filled with excitement.
Mu Hanyan suddenly wondered if the scene of her action that day had ignited the violent gene hidden deep in the heart of this seemingly gentle right priest.
"Then let's have a competition." Hearing her say that, Mu Hanyan became even more curious.
"Okay." Shen Yuhe cheered, but immediately lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of her clothes, saying shyly, "It's not a good idea to fight with the High Priest, right?"
"It doesn't matter. Doesn't the chief priest need to spar with others to improve his strength?" Seeing Chen Yuhe pretending to be gentle and cute, Mu Hanyan couldn't help laughing.
"Well, okay." Chen Yuhe continued to act shy and cute, but Mu Hanyan could see the eagerness in her eyes.
"Go ahead." Mu Hanyan took a few steps back and prepared to attack.
"Then I won't be polite. Master Priest, be careful." Shen Yuhe moved her feet, and her palms were like flying petals, slapping towards Mu Hanyan's chest.
No matter the steps or the exquisiteness of the palm techniques, they are definitely not comparable to Mu Tu's crude martial arts. No wonder Ling Baobao suffered a great loss.
However, Mu Hanyan was already an expert in swordsmanship. Although she learned the fighting skills from Mu Tu, she incorporated her own understanding into them, which was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Just by taking a slight step, he easily avoided it.
"Huh!" Chen Yuhe suppressed a cry of surprise. Although she had only started practicing this martial art for a few days, she had been exposed to it since childhood and had become extremely proficient in it. She had just bullied the self-righteous Ling Baobao so much that he was dazzled and unable to fight back. However, she did not expect that Mu Hanyan could dodge it so easily.
Before she could recover from her surprise, she suddenly felt her body lighten and Mu Hanyan grabbed her wrist and threw her out.
"Ah!" Shen Yuhe screamed loudly, and the young priests watching the excitement outside the door couldn't help but shout out.
Although this spiritual cultivation hall was spacious, Shen Yuhe was thrown out without any defense and it was inevitable that she would still get a head injury and bleed.
Uncontrollably, she flew towards the stone wall, her face pale with fear, her hands flailing wildly. But just as she was about to hit the wall, Mu Hanyan suddenly appeared in front of her, gently pressing her shoulder with her palm, and Shen Yuhe stood firmly on the ground.
Mu Hanyan was just curious about the martial arts passed down from generation to generation in the Huayu Temple, but she didn't want people to mistakenly think that she was seeking revenge for Ling Baobao.
"Come again!" Although Shen Yuhe's martial arts posed no threat to Mu Hanyan, her exquisite fighting skills still made her more interested.
"I'm serious this time, so please be careful, Master Priest." Shen Yuhe no longer dared to be careless. She turned around and slapped over with both palms again.
This time, her palm techniques were even more exquisite, and even Mu Hanyan felt dazzled. However, relying on her solid foundation and practical experience, she easily avoided it, and with a wave of her arm, she threw Shen Yuhe out again.
Fortunately, she was prepared this time. She was not at a loss and screaming like last time. She spun a few times in the air and then landed lightly on the ground.
"Come again!" Seeing that her martial arts skills were unable to hurt Mu Hanyan at all, Shen Yuhe let go and attacked again.
Inside the temple, two figures moved swiftly and swiftly, like phantoms, a sight to behold. More and more priests gathered at the entrance, all of them astonished by Mu Hanyan and Shen Yuhe's lithe figures and exquisite fighting skills.
In the eyes of ordinary people, only those civilians who have no hope of becoming priests will concentrate on practicing martial arts. Even as their strength increases, high-level priests will practice it, but it is mostly as an auxiliary. They do not really take martial arts seriously. Many high-level priests even use magic weapons to replace the role of martial arts.
As priests of the Flower Rain Temple, they also have their own pride and of course they disdain martial arts. It was not until today that they realized that martial arts could be so exquisite. It seems that Mu Hanyan's ability to bully Long Wudang to the point of crying for mercy last time was not entirely a trick. If this martial arts technique is practiced well, it will be of great use and can often achieve unexpected results.
"No, no, no." After being thrown out by Mu Hanyan again, Chen Yuhe wiped the sweat from her forehead and waved her hands repeatedly.
Although she had tried her best, she knew very well that she was no match for Mu Hanyan. If she had not shown mercy, her fate would have been even more miserable than Ling Baobao's.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan had no choice but to stop.
It can be seen that although Shen Yuhe is proficient in martial arts, she has only practiced it seriously for a few days. She has not fully understood it and cannot bring out its true power. If she continues to fight with her, it will be bullying.
"By the way, Master Priest, have you also learned the Eight Desolate Divine Death?" Chen Yuhe asked Mu Hanyan curiously while wiping the sweat off her face.
"What is the Eight Desolate Gods' Death?" Mu Hanyan was slightly surprised and asked.
"That's the martial arts technique I just used. I don't know what the old master was thinking, to give it such a name, and he wasn't afraid of being blamed by the Lord God. I remember when my grandfather taught me when I was a child, he told me that this martial arts technique evolved from a divine technique called Eight Desolate Divine Fall. However, because this divine technique was so wonderful and unparalleled, no one could understand it, so it was simplified into a martial arts technique. He also said that even the formation and alchemy techniques of our Flower Rain Temple are somewhat related to this divine technique.
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