It was also for this reason that the priests of the Huayu Temple became more and more respectful of Mu Hanyan, and naturally their resistance to her usurping the position of chief priest was becoming less and less.
"Come on, let's have a sparring match." Mu Hanyan said excitedly.
Actual combat is the best shortcut to improving one's strength. Although she disapproved of Ling Baobao's deceptive tactics, Mu Hanyan deeply agreed with this statement, so she would accompany everyone to spar when she had free time.
This was also because the last time Long Wudang came to cause trouble, the priests behaved too weak and were too easy to bully. It seemed that with the decline of the Huayu Temple, their willpower had been exhausted and they became decadent.
As the chief priest, Mu Hanyan does not want all the priests under him to be a bunch of cowards.
All the priests' expressions changed slightly and they all took a step back.
As a priest, no matter which temple, being able to spar with the head priest is a great honor and a great benefit to improving one's strength. The Flower Rain Temple is no exception. However, regardless of the honor or the improvement in strength, being beaten black and blue at any time is bound to leave a lingering fear in anyone's heart.
This high priest is not only cruel to others, but even crueler to his own people.
Of course, they also knew that the High Priest was doing this for their own good, and they could also feel the improvement in their actual combat experience and even combat power, but no matter what, getting beaten was not a pleasant feeling.
Looking at their frightened looks, Mu Hanyan felt helpless and couldn't help thinking, if only Hua Yu and Zirong were here, it would be great. With them here, she wouldn't have to worry about such things.
As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Even a good girl like Han Yun'er would turn into a violent little witch if she had too much contact with them, let alone these priests who are in their prime.
I wonder if they are okay, or if anything happened to them? Gazing at the distant horizon, Mu Hanyan felt a flicker of worry in her heart, but soon, she hid it deep in her heart. Right now, the most important thing was to improve her own strength, otherwise her worries would be in vain.
"Chen Yuhe, let's come." Mu Hanyan waved to Chen Yuhe.
"Sister Hanyan, it can't be, it's me again?" Shen Yuhe looked miserable.
After spending a long time together, or to be more precise, being abused by each other for a long time, the two became more and more familiar with each other. After all, there were only a few people in the Huayu Temple, and most of the time they were not priests, but were as friendly and casual as friends.
"You are the strongest. Who else could it be if not you? Hurry up and take action, or I will take action first." Mu Hanyan said.
"Okay, then you'd better be careful. I have made a lot of progress in the past two days. If you get hurt by me later, don't accuse me of insubordination." Shen Yuhe said eagerly.
This was also what Mu Hanyan admired most about her. She was indomitable and would fight again and again despite repeated defeats. No matter how many times you abused me, I would still treat you as if we had just met. As soon as the swelling subsided, she would be full of fighting spirit again when it came to sparring.
Following Shen Yuhe's light shout, two figures came towards them, and the muffled sound of fists and palms colliding reached their ears.
Looking at the two men's graceful and swift postures and exquisite fighting skills, the priests couldn't help but feel refreshed again.
"Come on, Master Priest."
"Go ahead, Right Priest." As they got to know each other better, everyone realized that Mu Hanyan wasn't arrogant and treated them like friends. While watching the match, some people cheered loudly for the two.
"Pah." Although Chen Yuhe had indeed made a lot of progress and tried her best, how could she compare to Mu Hanyan's understanding of the Eight Desolate Gods' Fall? As soon as she showed a slight flaw, she was slapped away by Mu Hanyan.
Fortunately, Mu Hanyan showed mercy to the Right Priest this time and slapped her on the shoulder instead of the face, otherwise she would be embarrassed to go out for a few days.
Seeing the superb fighting skills of the High Priest and the Right Priest again, applause broke out all around.
"How can this be outrageous? How can this be outrageous? A dignified priest of the temple actually uses the skills of these lowly people to fight for fun. After all, the Flower Rain Temple is one of the oldest temples in my Divine Continent. How could it have fallen to such a state?" At this moment, a discordant voice sounded.
The applause and cheers abruptly ceased, and everyone turned in anger in the direction of the voice. While the Flower Rain Temple was declining, it was no place for outsiders to judge. Besides, they had been practicing the combat techniques taught by the High Priest for some time and had already felt their power. These were no mere techniques for the common people. Everyone felt deeply insulted.
On the deserted long street, five or six young priests surrounded a gray-haired old priest as they walked towards the temple. As they walked, the old priest sighed repeatedly, "It's only been a few years since we last met, and Huayu City has fallen into such a state of decline. As a temple priest, instead of practicing hard to restore the temple's prestige, he actually fights for fun with the skills of the lower classes. What a fool! What a fool!"
Hearing the old priest's blunt accusations, the other priests became even more furious.
"Don't be surprised, Lord Wen. Ever since the death of our predecessor, Lord Priest, our Huayu Temple has been getting worse day by day. The resources for cultivation are even more limited. The cultivation of all the priests has also reached a bottleneck. Practicing martial arts can at least improve their strength and prepare for the cultivation after reaching the tenth-level divine priest." Just as the young priest was about to lose his temper, a cold-faced female priest quickly stepped forward to explain. It was An Xiaxin.
"Master Priest Zuo, you're back." Seeing An Xiaxin, everyone ignored their anger and hurried forward to greet her.
"This is the number one formation master of Lingyu Temple, Master Wen Gaorenwen. Everyone, come and meet Master Wen." An Xiaxin said to everyone.
"Junior greets Master Wen." It turned out that this was Wen Gaoren, the number one formation master of Lingyu Temple. An Xiaxin finally invited him back. Knowing that they had to rely on him to repair the formation, no one dared to show any displeasure, let alone be negligent, and they all stepped forward to pay their respects.
"No need for formalities. Where is your newly elected high priest? Let her come out to see me." Seeing that their attitude was quite respectful, Wen Gaoren did not scold them any more. Instead, he held his head high and spoke with pride.
However, despite his arrogance, his clear face and snow-white hair, his clothes swaying in the wind while his feet remain dust-free when he walks, make him live up to his name and look like a real master.
With the addition of five or six servants following closely behind him, he looked very imposing and no one dared to underestimate him.
"Pretending to be cool, a charlatan!" Ling Baobao muttered when he saw Wen Gaoren's arrogant look.
Mu Hanyan smiled slightly. It was true that this old man's demeanor was really that of a charlatan. He was even more imposing than an old charlatan like Qu Shanling.
However, the Lingyu Temple is recognized as being famous for its formations, and Wen Gaoren is recognized as the Lingyu Temple's number one formation master. Mu Hanyan did not dare to underestimate him.
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