One after another, the priests came to the stage, and after drawing lots, they saluted the chief priests as usual. If the priest in front of him was somewhat perfunctory when facing Mu Hanyan, then now, everyone was polite and thoughtful, and they didn't even dare to look at Mu Hanyan more, for fear that if they accidentally provoked her, they would slap her in the face.

They also saw now that this young priest was not the same as those old priests, he was not so exquisite, he was young and vigorous to put it mildly, and if he said it ugly, he was simply reckless, putting aside his identity and only looking at his deeds, which was clearly the virtue of a gentleman.

Relying on his identity as the main priest of Huayu, he openly slapped the eldest prince of Tianyang main priest, and he refused to admit it, but all the main priests had no way to take her, this is not a typical squirrel.

That is, from this day on, the name of Miss Mu's chief priest gradually spread, and she became the object of contempt or envy of countless young priests.

"I announce that this competition has officially begun, the first game, Fengcheng Temple, Xiangqiu Zuo, Qingning Temple, Wenwei. Soon, the draw ended, and the old priest didn't waste any more time, and directly announced the start of the competition.

The two old men flew onto the stage, touched their chests with one hand and saluted each other, and when the old priest gave an order, they drew their long swords at the same time.

In an instant, two rays of air, one blue and one yellow, burst out into the sky, turning into a rain of frost arrows and a yellow-brown falling rock, sometimes clanging and sometimes thundering.

Compared with the kendo competition, the attack range of divine art is larger, so the two rarely have the opportunity to fight in close quarters, basically using divine thoughts to stimulate spiritual power, and attacking and defending with the power of the law, which looks even more majestic and colorful.

However, the consumption of divine thoughts and spiritual power in such a competition is also unusually huge, and after a while, the two began to chant to maximize their divine thoughts and condense spiritual power.

"Boom", with a loud bang, the Dao Ice Rain turned into nothingness, and the light and shadow of a boulder flew down like a meteorite, smashing heavily on Xiang Qiu's chest.

"Click!" The sound of a broken sternum came, Xiang Qiu Zuo snorted miserably, flew out of the high platform like a kite with a broken string, and when he landed, his face was white, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Looking at it like that, even if it can be saved, it is estimated that it will be a big loss of strength, and even become a waste person from now on.

Mu Hanyan originally felt that the competition between the priests was not as dangerous as the competition between the swordsmen because of the large attack range and long distance, but when he saw this scene, he knew that he was wrong, it turned out that the competition between the priests was also the same cruelty, and he might lose his life if he was not careful.

In the audience, bursts of cheers rang out.

"Qingning Temple, Wen Weisheng, next game, Tianyang Temple, Sanyu, Xiafeng Temple, Qin Bailin. The old priest's voice sounded again, interrupting the cheers of the audience, and the two old men flew onto the stage immediately after.

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The competitions were carried out one after another, and all kinds of magic techniques emerged one after another, and the strange light of the Dao Dao was dizzying.

The participants in the competition are all the strongest priests under the main priests of each temple, Mu Hanyan has never fought with a priest of this realm, while watching the battle, while secretly figuring out the advantages and disadvantages of his divine skills, he has benefited a lot, and at the same time, he has some emotion, fortunately he did not let Sikong Qinglan and a few people participate in the competition, otherwise with their cultivation, most of them would not be able to leave the competition platform alive.

In fact, the losers of every competition are seriously injured, and some people even become completely invalid when their meridians are broken. You must know that it is all tenth-order god priests, even if there is a difference between strength and weakness, it will never be too bad, and the final ending is so drastic, how can it be possible to save their lives if they change Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe?

Before you know it, it's getting dark. The first round of the competition has ended, and the second round is also coming to an end, and the last competition is going on at this time, and the two sides are Long Wuyi of the Tianyang Temple and the landlord of the Lingyu Temple.

"Lord Fang, I have some friendship with your palace Ou Mingming, I don't want to hurt the harmony, why don't we fight this time?" The old priest had already announced the start of the competition, but Long Wuxian did not rush to make a move, but said to the landlord calmly.

"Lord Long, if you have to admit defeat, I'm afraid it's not good to explain to the Dragon Priest. The landlord hesitated.

In this competition, for the sake of that treasure of heaven and earth, all the temples are fighting for their lives, if Long Wuxian admits defeat, of course he is happy, but he feels that he is not a martial artist, and he is afraid that Long Wuxian will not be able to explain to Long Aoli. After all, Long Wuwu is still young, and if he makes his father unhappy because of this, his life may be ruined.

"Master Fang misunderstood, it's not that I want to admit defeat, I am persuading you to admit defeat, after all, you are not young, and it is not easy to cultivate this body. Long Wuxian said with a serious face.

"Long is not wrong, you dare to despise the old man! The old man has been cultivating for a hundred years now, isn't he still your opponent?" The landlord was still worried about Long Wuyi, afraid that he would admit defeat and not be able to make a mistake, but he knew what others meant to make him admit defeat, and he was immediately furious.

"Lord Fang's words are serious, how dare I despise your old man, it's just that there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the arts, you are really not my opponent, so why bother yourself, I also look at Ou Ming's face, I don't want to hurt the harmony of our two families. Long Wuxian shook his head and said.

"Don't talk nonsense, do it!" the landlord shuddered with anger, and violently drew his long sword and slashed at the dragon.

A brownish glow flashed, and a stone cone spike flew out of the sky, emitting a piercing scream.

is also cultivating the law of the earth, and the landlord's cultivation should be even higher than the strength of the civil guard who appeared before, and the stone cone spikes condensed by the power of the law seem to have substance, and where they pass, even the hard granite ground has been marked with traces as deep as half a foot.

"My lord, be careful!" several priests from the Tianyang Temple couldn't help but shout in shock.

Long Wusuo's face was not a little surprised, and there seemed to be a little contempt in his eyes when he looked at the landlord.

It wasn't until the pile of stone cone spikes stabbed in front of him that he pulled out his long sword and slashed head-on at the stone cone spikes.

The snow-bright blade did not show any strange brilliance, just a stiff metallic silver light, but at this time, it gave people a cold aura of death.

The long sword slashed out, and a cold silver light appeared in front of him, like a huge light shield, but this light shield was not a common arc shape, a sharp corner in front of it, and then extended behind him like a stream of water.

"Boom!" the spike of a stone cone that bore the brunt of it exploded into smoke and dust, disappearing into nothingness.

Immediately after, where the shield passed, all the spikes of the stone cone were reduced to nothingness.

It turned out that the light shield of Long Wuzhu was both offensive and defensive, indestructible on the one hand, and unstoppable on the other.