Although Mu Hanyan easily defeated Kong Renhe in the previous match, it wasn't without cost. She had sustained some injuries during the initial divine arts competition, which had somewhat impacted her combat effectiveness. Gao Weihu had forced himself to participate in this competition not because he truly wanted to fight her, but to use this opportunity to buy time, giving her enough time to recover to her peak strength.
Although Gao Weihu had good intentions and did not violate the rules, no matter how you look at it, he was slapping Guan Xiujing and others in the face.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan also laughed silently and sat down cross-legged on the ground.
Guan Qingyun's calm and confident expression appeared in her mind again. Although Jiang Ruchu and others guessed that Han Yongzhen was Guan Xiujin's hidden hero, Mu Hanyan had a hunch that Guan Qingyun might be her final opponent.
Guan Xiujin had a son in his old age and doted on him immensely. He would never allow him to take risks lightly. If not 100%, then he was at least 90% sure. Therefore, Mu Hanyan would never take it lightly.
In the stands, Guan Xiujin's face was so dark it looked like ink could drip out. It was almost noon, the sun was blazing, and he was sweating profusely. Meanwhile, these two guys were practicing under the arena, oblivious to the surroundings.
If this continues, how long will they have to wait?
"Mu Hanyan, Gao Weihu, do you really think this priest competition is a joke? Tens of thousands of people do nothing and just watch you practice?" Guan Xiujin finally couldn't help but shouted.
"It's okay, it's okay, we can wait." As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Mu Hanyan and the others to respond, the crowd below the stage said happily.
What Guan Xiujin and others did was too despicable. Everyone had long stood up for Mu Hanyan, but they were suppressed by Guan Xiujin and dared not speak out. When they saw Gao Weihu slapping Guan Xiujin and others in the face in public, they were eager to watch the show.
"The Priest Competition is no joke. If you want to fight, do it now. If you don't, it will be considered as your contempt for the temple. You will be disqualified from the competition and expelled from the City of Life!" Guan Xiu Jin ignored them, and once again put on the majesty of the chief priest, shouting sternly.
He wasn't actually worried that Mu Hanyan's recovery would ruin his plan. Guan Qingyun possessed the Qiankun Life and Death Seal, and unless she could ascend to Divine Soul Priesthood in one fell swoop, no matter how much she recovered, she wouldn't stand a chance of victory. Furthermore, her injuries weren't serious to begin with, and taking the elixir would clear them up. Whether she recovered or not wouldn't affect the final outcome.
He just couldn't save face. Gao Weihu was clearly slapping them in the face in public. If he didn't suppress his arrogance, where would he, as the chief priest, put his face?
Seeing Guan Xiujin's anger, everyone in the audience was stern and stopped laughing. They looked at Mu Hanyan and Gao Weihu with some worry, really worried that Guan Xiujin would use this opportunity to kick them out of the Life Hall.
"Okay, okay, let's do it." Gao Weihu quickly made a hand seal and shouted: "Stone breaks, shock opens, and heavenly thunder breaks seven times!"
Unfortunately, the same divine art no longer had the same earth-shaking power as before. Following Gao Weihu's weak shout, a giant rock phantom flew towards Mu Hanyan softly, looking like a huge ball.
"Jiutian, Xingluo, break it for me." Mu Hanyan also waved her hand cooperatively. A light breeze blew by, and the ball disappeared in the air.
"Master Mu is indeed very skilled. Look at my flying stones and meteors." Gao Weifeng waved his hand weakly again, and a ball of stones flew out again.
"Look at me, I will break the stars again!" Mu Hanyan danced with her sleeves and disappeared.
"Amazing! Priest Mu is truly amazing! Watch me make sand and rocks fly!"
"It's just a trifle. Watch me, the Eight Desolate God, fall."
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They waved their arms, their movements like a song or a dance, so soft, so graceful. Like a moving poem, I left quietly, just as I came quietly. I waved my sleeves, not taking a cloud with me.
It would be fine if it was just Mu Hanyan, she was a girl after all, and it would be fine if she could dance like this. But what is rare is that Gao Weihu, with his muscular body, can actually dance so movingly.
"Puff!" Although no one wanted to anger the high priest, an uncontrollable burst of laughter came from the audience.
"You...you guys!" Guan Xiu Jin pointed at the two people who were playing house on the stage, and was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
"Master Chief Priest, we have tried our best, but we were seriously injured before and could not exert our strongest strength. You can't blame us." Gao Weihu said pitifully.
The audience erupted in laughter again. "You're still talking about strength? With the way you danced just now, do you even have any real strength at all?"
But everyone else had already used their "all strength", and Guan Xiu Jin could not accuse them of disrespecting the temple. He could only stare blankly, helpless.
"Okay, okay, you guys keep fighting. Let me see how long you can last." Guan Xiu Jin laughed angrily, waved his sleeves, and simply closed his eyes.
Anyway, they have endured for such a long time, so what's the harm in enduring it a little longer? Let them be proud for now, they will cry in the next round!
Seeing that Guan Xiu Jin no longer interfered, Mu Hanyan and the others were too lazy to take action and started practicing on their own.
Before she knew it, two hours had passed and Mu Hanyan opened her eyes again.
"Sir, are you ready?" Gao Weihu asked.
"Alright." Mu Hanyan nodded. Her injuries weren't serious to begin with, and after taking the elixir, two hours was enough for her to regain her strength.
"In this competition, I, Gao Weihu, admit defeat." Gao Weihu stood up and admitted defeat without hesitation.
"I declare that Mu Hanyan wins. Okay, you guys can go down quickly." The priest who served as the referee sent the two off the stage like they were sending away the plague god.
Although he knew that there was no way the two people on the stage would fight, he was still a highly respected referee in the Temple of Life and he could not neglect his duty. He stood on the stage with his head held high and chest puffed out without moving for two hours. He was already thirsty, his legs and feet were numb, and he almost begged the two people to get off the stage.
"The next match is between Han Yongzhen and Guan Qingyun." As soon as the two left, the referee couldn't wait to announce.
Guan Qingyun and Han Yongzhen had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Upon hearing this, they became excited and strode onto the competition stage.
In the audience, everyone was still listless. Guan Qingyun only participated in the competition to gain some experience, and there was no way he would really compete for the position of right priest. This competition was destined to be dull and boring, and there was nothing to watch.
Not only did they think so, Kong Renhe and others also thought so. Kong Renhe turned his head and said to Guan Xiujin with a concerned look: "Master Guan, just let Qingyun go through the motions. There is no need to really do it, so as to avoid any accidents."
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