"Brother Yan, Brother Qi!" Sikong Qinglan rushed forward and took out two pills for the two men to take.
This pill was snatched by Mu Hanyan from Long Wudang and others last time, and then distributed to the priests of Huayu Temple. However, except for a few who were only one step away from breaking through the bottleneck and advancing in strength, no one else was willing to take it. Now it came in handy again.
After taking the pill, the two men looked much better. Sikong Qinglan felt relieved and turned his head to look at the young priest with anger written all over his face.
Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming said they were guards, but they grew up with Sikong Qinglan. They were not only partners but also brothers. How could they not be angry when they saw them being hurt like this?
"Who are you? How dare you break into my Huayu Temple and injure my temple guards!" Sikong Qinglan asked, suppressing his anger.
"Flower Rain Temple? Is there a Flower Rain Temple on the Continent of Gods? Why haven't I heard of it?" A priest on the opposite side sneered.
This man was about twenty years old, with a decent appearance, but he always gave people a gloomy look. Judging from the white cloud pattern embroidered on his robe, he was quite powerful, a ninth-level divine priest.
The other priests surrounded him, with more or less flattering expressions on their faces. It was obvious that this group of priests was led by this man.
"Stop talking nonsense, we are here to look for someone. Just get out of the way. Otherwise, if you anger my young master, I will destroy your damn Flower Rain Temple." An attendant priest pointed at Sikong Qinglan's nose and cursed him fiercely.
Anger also burned in the eyes of An Xiaxin and others. Although the Huayu Temple had long lost its former glory, as priests, they were still proud of the Huayu Temple. The other party actually insulted the Huayu Temple in such a way, which was clearly an insult to everyone present.
"Clang!" Everyone pressed the hilt of the sword at the same time, and several young and energetic men even drew out their long swords directly.
"What? You still dare to take action?" The other party didn't take their actions seriously at all. He looked at the sacrificial robes on their bodies and sneered contemptuously.
Seeing their contemptuous looks, An Xiaxin and others became even more furious. If looks could kill, they would have killed them countless times.
"Stop!" Wen Gaoren stepped forward quickly, blocking the two gangs. When An Xiaxin and the others saw Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming injured, they rushed forward, leaving him behind.
"Master Priest, they came to find me and implicated two guards of your palace. These pills are compensation for them. I hope you can forgive me." Wen Gaoren took out a few bottles of pills and handed them to Mu Hanyan, while secretly winking at her.
Mu Hanyan understood his expression, which obviously meant that the other party was of great importance and she should not get into conflict with them.
This old man is not a bad person. I don’t know if it’s his nature or if he is just returning the favor, but in any case, Mu Hanyan’s impression of him has changed a lot.
When they heard the loud roar outside the hall just now, An Xiaxin and others also knew that this group of people were looking for Wen Gaoren. When they saw him stand up, they suppressed their anger and did not rush to take action.
"Master Wen, I thought you would hide in the Huayu Temple like a turtle, but I didn't expect you to dare to come out." The young priest in the lead said to Wen Gaoren with a sinister smile.
"Ou Mingzhi, what exactly do you want?" Wen Gaoren asked with a cold face, with some uncontrollable anger in his eyes.
"Master Wen, don't you know what I want to do? As long as you serve my Ou family obediently and become a retainer of my Ou family, Lingyu City will still have a place for you. Otherwise, no matter how big the Continent of Gods is, I'm afraid there will be no place for you to stand!" Ou Mingzhi said with a smile.
After hearing what Ou Mingzhi said, Mu Hanyan was slightly stunned. Wasn't it said that Wen Gaoren was the number one formation master of Lingyu Temple? Needless to say, his status was naturally beyond words. Who was this Ou Mingzhi and why was he so arrogant?
"Ou Mingzhi is the son of Ou Dechuan, the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple. It is said that he is very talented and was designated as the heir to the family head very early on. If nothing unexpected happens, the position of chief priest in the future will surely be in his pocket." Seeing Mu Hanyan's confusion, An Xiaxin explained in a low voice.
It turned out to be another dandy second-generation rich kid like Long Wudang, and a dandy second-generation rich kid with good qualifications. Why did the Continent of Gods always encounter such people? First it was Kang Zihe, then Long Wudang, and now Ou Mingzhi.
Mu Hanyan felt relieved after carefully considering the heritage of the major temples on the Divine Continent. Although the Divine Continent lacked the concept of nation-states and aristocratic families, every young priest was selected from a priestly family. Unless a commoner had exceptional talent, it was difficult for them to enter the temple. Passed down from generation to generation, the ancient priestly families had intricate connections, their backgrounds even more complex than those of the aristocratic families on the Holy Court Continent. Naturally, this type of dandy second-generation heir was more likely to appear.
"What a big tone!" Wen Gaoren snorted coldly.
"Do you think that with your reputation as the number one formation master of the Lingyu Temple, any temple will treat you as a guest of honor?" Ou Mingzhi asked sarcastically.
"Humph!" Wen Gaoren snorted coldly. Although he didn't say anything, it was obvious that he was thinking the same thing.
In fact, Mu Hanyan also thought so. A formation master with extraordinary strength would be the object of competition among major families and even countries even in the Holy Court Continent, let alone in the Continent of Gods. You must know that the power of the laws of heaven and earth in the Continent of Gods is more direct and pure. Without the support of the formation barrier, even the temple would be difficult to maintain, and the status of the formation master would naturally be higher.
"I forgot to tell you that my Lingyu Temple has reached an agreement with the other eleven temples under the Temple of Life. All future formation repairs will be the responsibility of the Lingyu Temple. The only requirement is that no temple may provide you with shelter. In other words, except Lingyu City, you have nowhere else to go." Ou Mingzhi smiled calmly, but it gave people a more gloomy feeling.
"What?" Wen Gaoren was stunned, and the accompanying priests also looked dazed.
Mu Hanyan was also a little surprised. Even if Wen Gaoren was unwilling to serve the Lingyu Temple, or unwilling to serve the Ou family, there was no need to make such a big fuss. It was not some deep hatred. To be honest, the so-called hatred for killing his father and stealing his wife was probably just this.
"Master Wen, why are you doing this? If you had been willing to accept me as your disciple and teach me all the art of formation, why would we have ended up like this today?" Ou Mingzhi shook his head and sighed, saying with deep emotion.
"It's a good thing that I didn't accept you as my apprentice, a despicable and shameless person like you." Wen Gaoren said gritting his teeth.
It turned out that there was such a dispute between the two. No wonder the Ou family had made such a big fuss, even going so far as to reach an agreement with the other eleven temples in order to force Wen Gaoren to surrender. Everyone suddenly realized.
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