Since Ou Mingming's father can become the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, the status of the Ou clan naturally does not need to be doubted, and Ou Mingzhi has been made a young master since he was a child, so he is naturally highly expected by the Ou family, and it can even be said that it is the pride of the Ou family, Wen Gaoren actually refused to accept him as an apprentice, isn't that a slap in the face of the Ou family?

This kind of priest family with a long history values face the most, and it would be strange if the Ou clan was willing to let Wen Gaoren go.

"Hehe, it is worthy of being the first formation master of my Spirit Jade City, I really have some backbone, I want to see, how long can you be tough?" Ou Mingming was not angry, but said with a sneer.

"Do you think that this will be able to threaten the old man, if your Ou family really has that kind of strength, why wait until today? The other temples are just bewitched by you, and the formation can't be repaired when the time comes, so there will always be a time to beg me." Wen Gaoren said disappreciably.

Known as the first formation master of Lingyu City, he is not in vain, and he has enough self-confidence. If the Ou family could really outperform him in the formation technique, how could they tolerate him for so many years, I am afraid that he would have been in trouble as early as when he turned Ou Zhizhi away.

So he didn't take Ou Ming's threat to heart, anyway, those temples would beg him sooner or later, just need to find a place to temporarily find a place to hide for a few years, with his strength, plus the remaining formation materials on several attendant priests, he was not afraid of the wind and current in the wasteland at all.

"Yes, Duan Cheng'an, you came to tell your master, does our Ou family have that kind of strength?" Ou Mingming said with a smile.

Hearing the name he shouted, Wen Gaoren and several attendant priests all changed their faces.

"Master. A young man walked out of the crowd and said to Wen Gaoren with a shy face.

"Duan Cheng'an, you ...... You ......" Wen Gaoren had already thought of something, pointing at the young man, his whole body trembled with anger, and he couldn't speak.

"Master, as priests, we should have served the temple, not to mention that the chief priest treats us well, so why do we have to go our own way?" Although Duan Chengan was ashamed, he still opened his mouth to persuade.

"Duan Cheng'an, I, Wen Gaoren, am also blind with these dog eyes, and I have chosen you as an apprentice, you guys get out, get out!" Wen Gaoren pointed at Duan Chengan's nose and scolded sharply.

"Master Wen, why are you angry? You said that you have lived for such a long time, why are you not as sensible as an apprentice, but to put it mildly, you are really good to this apprentice, not only will you teach him the art of the formation, but even the ancestral "Divine Array Sutra" has been taught to him, although the formation technique of my Ou family is not as good as you, but with this "Divine Array Sutra", it is probably not far behind, hahahaha. Ou Mingming laughed, then took out an ancient book with yellowed pages and shook it in front of Wen Gaoren's eyes, and quickly put it away.

Although his movements were fast, Mu Hanyan still saw the three words of the "Divine Array Sutra" on it clearly, and also felt the ancient seal breath in it, obviously, this ancient book of formation has a history of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, if it weren't for the protection of that seal, I am afraid it would have turned into dust long ago.

"You, you eat something inside and out, you even gave him the "Divine Array Sutra", I ...... I'll destroy you!" Wen Gaoren was in a hurry, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then slapped Duan Cheng'an with a palm.

"Why should Master Wen be angry, Ling

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Gao disciple this is called the person who knows the times as Junjie, as the so-called people go to high places, water flows to low places, you should be everyone like you elm head. With a wave of Ou Mingming's palm, Wen Gaoren was shocked and retreated.

Mu Hanyan was slightly cold, although Wen Gaoren painstakingly studied the art of formation, and did not devote all his energy to cultivation, but after all, he lived for nearly a hundred years, and he also had the cultivation of a ninth-order god priest, although Ou Mingzhi also seemed to be a ninth-order god priest, but he could shock Wen Gaoren back so easily, obviously, his real combat power was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

At the same time, Mu Hanyan was also a little strange: the Ou family had already obtained the ancestral "Divine Array Sutra" of Wen Gaoren, and even his disciples betrayed the teacher and joined the Ou family, but the Ou family still refused to let him go, is it too aggressive.

If it was just because Wen Gaoren turned Ou Zhizhi away and swept their face, then the Ou family would be a little too petty. The Ou family is also the oldest and most powerful priest family in Lingyu City, and Ou Dechuan is the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, so he shouldn't be so stingy, right.

Could it be that there are other reasons behind this?

"Ou Mingming, I'll fight with you. Just when Mu Hanyan was secretly thinking, Wen Gaoren let out an angry roar, he was betrayed by his disciple, he was already angry, and now he was shocked back by Ou Mingming's palm, and he was even more ashamed and angry, and rushed forward again with a roar.

"Don't be ashamed!" Ou Mingming's face sank, and he slapped it again.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, Wen Gaoren was shocked again and flew back, and when he landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell on his back.

"My lord!" several attendant priests cried out in grief, and hurriedly rushed to Wen Gaoren's side to give him the elixir.

"That's it, that's it, you can go, don't worry about me anymore, fend for yourself. Wen Gaoren was deeply affected and said to a few people in frustration.

"My lord!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's pale face, several people burst into tears.

"Kill him and avenge your lordship. Several people stood up at the same time, drew their long swords, and threw themselves at Ou Zhizhi and Duan Cheng'an, who were standing behind him.

"Look for death!" several priests beside Ou Mingzhi flew out at the same time.

I saw a few strange lights flashing, and Wen Gaoren's loyal entourage was on the ground, spurting blood from their mouths, obviously without the strength to fight again.

Loyalty is loyalty, but their strength is no more than a fifth-order god priest, and the other party is also at least a sixth-order, and they don't even need to draw their swords to hit them one by one.

"Take him back, and I won't believe him will not give in. Ou Mingzhi looked indifferent and pointed at Wen Gaoren and said.

"What about the others?" asked one of the attendants.

"If you dare to commit it, I think you are ready to die, and throw it out to feed the wild dogs. Ou Zhizhi waved his hand and said.

"Yes. Several attendants walked briskly towards Wen Gaoren and the others.

As for the people in the Flower Rain Temple standing on the side, it was as if they didn't exist.

"Stop!" Mu Hanyan suddenly flashed and blocked in front of Wen Gaoren.

"What, you want to be nosy?" Ou Mingming looked at Mu Hanyan and said disdainfully.

"Master Wen is a guest invited by our Flower Rain Temple, are you doing this too little to take the Flower Rain Temple seriously?" Mu Hanyan said with a calm face.