At first, I thought that Mujia Village was on top of this mountain, but then the more I walked, the more I felt wrong, this is a place where ordinary people can live, even some low-level priests, it must be difficult to survive here.

"I wanted you to live a little longer, but I didn't expect you to kill yourself. Behind him, a hoarse sneer suddenly sounded.

"What person!" Sikong Qinglan turned around sharply. I saw a man in a black robe and a black scarf on his face slowly appear.

Mu Hanyan stared coldly at the person in front of her, although his face was covered with a black scarf, but from his body shape and the cold killing intent in his eyes, she still saw a sense of familiarity, and also reaffirmed her previous guess.

This Kang Qingyuan is cautious, even at this time, he still refuses to show his true face.

Kang Qingyuan ignored Sikong Qinglan and walked forward slowly.

"Stop, what do you want to do? We are the priests of the temple, and daring to offend is a capital offense!" Sikong Qinglan saw the unkindness in the other party's eyes, and hurriedly revealed his identity. It's a pity that he is now wearing a shabby robe, and he really can't see the majesty of the priest.

"Priest, I really don't know what the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple thinks, to make a stunned young man like you become a prayer priest, is it really so bad that you can't even choose a decent person?" said the man in black on the other side with disdain and sigh.

"You know who I am!" Sikong Qinglan was slightly stunned.

At first, he thought that this person was a homeless murderer who was forced to take risks for his livelihood, but because he didn't know their identity, he didn't pay much attention to it. Regardless of status or strength, no matter how fierce the exile is, he cannot compare with the priest, and he believes that as long as his identity is revealed, he will retreat from the convenience.

Who would have expected that the other party would know his identity well, and things may not be as simple as he imagined.

"I didn't want to kill you in the first place, but if you have to get involved with them, then you can't blame me. The man in black suddenly had a murderous moment in his eyes, and a sword slashed out towards Sikong Qinglan.

Although Sikong Qinglan was shy, he was not stupid, and he had secretly prepared when he noticed something wrong in his heart, and when he saw him make a move, he immediately drew his sword with his backhand to meet him.

One green and one blue, two swords burst out through the sword, and then violently collided together, bursting out of a dazzling and mysterious light and shadow.

Sikong Qinglan snorted, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered backwards.

As Mu Hanyan expected, although Sikong Qinglan's position is not low, he is still young after all, and he is far from Kang Qingyuan's opponent, and he was seriously injured under the sword.

Kang Qingyuan was obviously not interested in wasting time on him, and shook him back with a sword, so he ignored him anymore and flew towards Mu Hanyan.

"Be careful!" Ye Yi'an instinctively shouted, took a step forward, and slashed at Kang Qingyuan with a sword.

The crimson light, also burning like a flame, swept towards Kang Qingyuan.

It can be seen that Ye Yi'an's foundation is extremely solid, although the realm has not grown much in the past thousand years, and he has always stayed in the realm of the ninth-order god priest, but his actions are calm and dignified, and there is a bit of everyone's anger.

"No wonder you have been able to protect the Mu clan for so many years, and you really have some strength, but unfortunately, you are too old. Kang Qingyuan's eyes showed a little appreciation.

"The endless cold winter, give me the power of ice and snow, the music of ice!" Immediately, Kang Qingyuan's eyes were cold, he chanted in a low voice, and played a sword trick with his left hand.

In an instant, the surrounding air became cold, and countless ice crystals danced with the wind, swirling towards Ye Yi'an.

Ye Yi'an's sword glow, which was like a flame, suddenly became dim. Under the sword light that was like ice and snow flying, it only lasted for a moment, and it was shocked back again and again.

Kang Qingyuan is right, he is indeed too old, he has already reached the limit of his life, and he has only persevered until now by constantly taking pills, how can he exert his strength in his heyday.

Mu Hanyan helped Kang Qingyuan, and his expression became solemn.

Although he had long expected that Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan were not Kang Qingyuan's opponents, he did not expect that they would lose so quickly and so cleanly, it seems that he still underestimated Kang Qingyuan. I thought that he was at the bottom of several high priests in the Fengcheng Temple, but now it seems that he is likely to be a step higher than Wen Rongsong and Liang Gubai, he has been hiding his strength, and it is very likely that Chu Yanghe, who was under the anger before, was so abused that he did not have the strength to fight back.

Originally, because of the presence of Sikong Qinglan, an outsider, Mu Hanyan still wanted to wait for the most suitable opportunity to make a move, but now it seems that she may not be able to wait, her hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"What, if you still want to do it with me, do you have this qualification?" Seeing the battle intent burning in Mu Hanyan's eyes, Kang Qingyuan couldn't help laughing.

Although with his innate understanding of the power of the law, Mu Hanyan gave them a ruthless lesson through those formations in the Fengcheng Temple, but he would never believe that the little girl in front of him was qualified to fight him.

"Worship your lord!" Mu Tu also rushed forward at this time, holding Ye Yi'an with one hand, and pulling out his cold and shining pig-killing knife with the other hand again.

However, even Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan were not Kang Qingyuan's opponents, and his martial arts skills were completely ignored.

"You guys go quickly, I'll block him!" At this moment, Sikong Qinglan took a few steps and blocked Mu Hanyan in a flash.

Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an were both slightly stunned, as long as Sikong Qinglan was not a fool, he should be able to hear who the other party was aiming for, his best choice now shouldn't he turn around and pull his legs to flash people?

"Hurry up, what are you doing in a daze?" Turning his head slightly, seeing Mu Hanyan and the others stunned, Sikong Qinglan was even more anxious.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Kang Qingyuan snorted coldly, and slashed out towards Sikong Qinglan again.

"Go, go!" Sikong Qinglan shouted twice, flew up violently, and the long sword stabbed straight at the vital point of Kang Qingyuan's heart, looking at the sword intent, it turned out to be the posture of ending up together.

Mu Hanyan was even more puzzled, after careful calculation, they and Sikong Qinglan had only known each other for a few days, and most of them still couldn't even see each other in the carriage when they were counted, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a relationship between several faces, how could this guy work hard for them?

"Be careful!" Ye Yi'an also had the same doubts in his heart, but doubts were doubts, but he couldn't bear to see Sikong Qinglan die tragically for the sake of a few of them, so he took a breath and attacked at the same time.

The swords intersected, bursting out into a stream of brilliance, and Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan let out a muffled snort at the same time, flying back upside down like a kite with a broken string.