One by one, the priests took the stage and, after drawing lots, bowed to the chief priests as usual. If the previous priests had been somewhat perfunctory with Mu Hanyan, now everyone was extremely polite, not even daring to glance at her, fearing she would slap them in the face if they accidentally provoked her.
They now realized that this young priest was different from the old priests. He was not so particular. To put it nicely, he was just young and energetic. To put it bluntly, he was simply reckless. If you put aside his identity and only look at his behavior, it is clear that he is a playboy.
Relying on her status as the chief priest of Huayu, she openly slapped the eldest son of the chief priest of Tianyang, and refused to admit it. However, none of the chief priests could do anything to her. If this isn't typical behavior of a playboy, what is it?
It was from this day on that Miss Mu's reputation as the dissolute chief priest gradually spread, and she became the object of contempt or envy of countless young priests. No matter what, being able to be so dissolute is indeed something to be envied, isn't it?
"I declare that this competition has officially begun. The first match is between Xiang Qiuzuo of Fengcheng Temple and Wenwei of Qingning Temple." Soon, the drawing of lots was over, and the old priest did not hesitate to waste time and directly announced the start of the competition.
The two old men flew onto the stage, placed their hands on their chests to salute each other, and waited for the old priest's order before simultaneously drawing their swords.
In an instant, two rays of light, one blue and one yellow, shot up into the sky, turning into a rain of frost arrows and a field of yellow-brown falling rocks that collided in the air, sometimes with crisp sounds and sometimes with muffled sounds like thunder.
Compared to sword competitions, the attack range of divine arts is larger, so the two rarely have opportunities for close combat. They basically use their divine thoughts to stimulate spiritual power and use the power of laws to attack and defend, which looks even more magnificent and colorful.
However, such a competition consumes an extremely huge amount of spiritual power and consciousness. Soon, the two began to chant to maximize their spiritual power and concentrate their spiritual power.
"Boom", with a loud noise, the icy rain turned into nothingness, and a huge rock fell like a meteorite, hitting Xiang Qiuzuo's chest heavily.
"Crack!" The sound of a broken sternum was heard, and Xiang Qiuzuo groaned miserably. He flew off the platform like a kite with a broken string. When he landed, his face was pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Judging from the situation, even if he could be saved, his strength would probably be greatly damaged, or he might even become a disabled person.
Mu Hanyan originally thought that the competition between priests was not as dangerous as the competition between swordsmen because of the large attack range and long distance. After seeing this scene, she realized that she was wrong. It turned out that the competition between priests was just as cruel, and one could lose his life if he was not careful.
There were bursts of cheers from the audience.
"Wen Wei of Qingning Temple wins. Next match, Chang Yu of Tianyang Temple will face Qin Bolin of Xiafeng Temple." The old priest's voice rang out again, interrupting the cheers from the audience. The two old men then flew onto the stage.
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Competitions were held one after another, various magical skills appeared one after another, and the strange lights and illusions were dizzying to watch.
All the participants in the competition were the strongest priests under the chief priests of their respective temples. Mu Hanyan had never fought against a priest of this level before. While watching the battle, she secretly tried to figure out the pros and cons of their magic. She benefited a lot from it, but at the same time she also felt a little emotional. Fortunately, Sikong Qinglan and the others were not allowed to participate in the competition, otherwise, with their cultivation level, they would probably not be able to leave the competition stage alive.
In reality, the losers of every competition were severely injured, some even suffering sever meridians and becoming completely disabled. Remember, they were all tenth-order divine priests. Even if there were differences in strength, the difference was never too great. The final outcome was always so drastic. How could Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe have survived?
Before they knew it, the sky was gradually darkening. The first round of the competition had concluded, and the second round was drawing to a close. The final competition was currently underway, pitting Long Wucuo of the Tianyang Temple against the landlord of the Lingyu Temple.
"Master Fang, I have some friendship with your Excellency Ou Mingzhi, and I don't want to damage the relationship. How about we not fight this time?" The old priest had already announced the start of the competition, but Long Wucuo did not rush to take action. Instead, he spoke to the landlord calmly.
"Lord Long, do you want to admit defeat? It would be difficult to explain to Chief Priest Long." The landlord said hesitantly.
In this competition, every temple had risked their lives for that rare treasure. He would be happy if Long Wucuo conceded, but he also felt it was an unfair victory and worried that Long Wucuo wouldn't be able to explain himself to Long Aoli. After all, Long Wucuo was still young, and if this upset his father, his entire life might be ruined.
"Lord Fang, you have misunderstood. I am not the one who wants to admit defeat. I am advising you to do so. After all, you are not young anymore, and it is not easy to have such cultivation." Long Wucuo said seriously.
"Long Wucuo, how dare you look down on me! I have been practicing for a hundred years, am I still not your opponent?" The landlord was still worried about Long Wucuo, afraid that he would admit defeat and it would be embarrassing for him. But he didn't know that others wanted him to admit defeat, and he immediately became furious.
"Lord Fang, you are too kind. How dare I look down on you? It's just that everyone has their own knowledge and expertise. You are really no match for me, so why do you have to ask for trouble? I am also doing this for Ou Mingzhi's sake and don't want to damage the harmony between our two families." Long Wucuo shook his head and said.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work!" The landlord was so angry that he was shaking. He suddenly drew out his sword and slashed at Long Wucuo.
A brown-yellow light flashed, and a group of stone spikes flew out like an overwhelming force, making a series of shrill whistling sounds.
As they were both practicing the Law of the Earth, the landlord's cultivation should be even higher than Wen Wei who appeared earlier. The stone spikes condensed by the power of the Law seemed to have substance. Wherever they passed, even the hard granite ground was scratched with marks half a foot deep.
"Sir, be careful!" Several priests of the Tianyang Temple couldn't help but shout in surprise.
There was no surprise on Long Wucuo's face, and there seemed to be a bit of contempt in his eyes as he looked at the landlord.
It was not until the pile of stone spikes was in front of him that he suddenly drew out his sword and slashed towards the stone spikes head-on.
There was no strange light or brilliance on the snow-white sword edge, just a harsh metallic silver light, but at this moment, it gave people a cold breath of death.
The long sword swung out fiercely, and a cold silver light appeared in front of him, like a huge light shield. However, this light shield was not in the common arc shape. It had a sharp corner in the front, and then extended behind him like a stream of water.
"Boom!" The first stone spike that was hit exploded into smoke and dust and disappeared into thin air.
Immediately afterwards, wherever the light shield passed, all the stone spikes disappeared.
It turns out that Long Wucuo's light shield is both offensive and defensive. On the one hand, it is indestructible, and on the other hand, it is unstoppable.
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