"It was Priest Ling who said that actual combat is the best way to increase his strength, so he must go all out in the competition, and he must not show mercy to his subordinates. Shen Yuhe said.

"I'll just say that, who knows you're serious. Ling Baobao said angrily, pulling the wound, and gasped a few times in pain.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Ling Baobao angrily, most likely this guy was confident that his martial arts skills were not weak, and he had learned martial arts for a few days, and wanted to find someone to bully and play, but he didn't expect to meet Shen Yuhe, a hidden violent maniac, but was brutally abused by others.

"By the way, where did you learn the martial arts you used just now, it seems that it is not the same as what we learned?" Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan's heart moved, the combat technique used by Shen Yuhe just now didn't seem to be much different from what she learned from Mu Tu, but it was obviously a lot smarter. She had already felt that the martial arts she had learned had been extremely simplified, so she was a little interested in Shen Yuhe's martial arts.

"It's been passed down from generation to generation in our Flower Rain Temple, originally with my strength, there was no need to practice so early, but that day, seeing that the Lord Priest and Long Wudang had made a move, I felt that martial arts were also somewhat useful, so I practiced it. Shen Yuhe said casually, but his eyes were obviously full of excitement.

Mu Hanyan suddenly wondered if it was the scene of his own actions that day that ignited the violent factor hidden in the heart of this seemingly gentle right priest.

"Let's have a discussion, then. Hearing her say this, Mu Hanyan became even more curious.

"Okay. Shen Yuhe cheered, but immediately lowered his head and fiddled with the corners of his clothes, and said in a squirming voice, "It's not okay to do it with the main priest?"

"It's okay, doesn't the chief priest need to compete with others to improve his strength?" Seeing Shen Yuhe's pretending to be gentle and cute, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but laugh for a while.

"Well, well. Shen Yuhe continued to pretend to be shy and cute, but Mu Hanyan could see the eagerness in her eyes.

"Let's do it. Mu Hanyan took a few steps back, ready to make a move.

"Then you're welcome, Lord Priest, be careful. Shen Yuhe's feet moved, and his palm was like a petal flying, slapping towards Mu Hanyan's chest.

No matter the steps under his feet or the subtlety of his palms, he was by no means comparable to Mu Tu's crude martial arts, and it was no wonder that Ling Baobao would suffer a big loss.

However, Mu Hanyan has superb swordsmanship, although the martial arts were learned from Mu Tu, but when integrated into her own understanding, it is far from being comparable to ordinary people.

With just a slight move, he easily avoided it.

"Huh!" Shen Yuhe couldn't help but sigh in surprise, although she had really started practicing this martial arts for a few days, but since she was a child, she was also extremely skilled, and Ling Baobao, who had bullied herself so much just now, was dazzled and had no power to fight back, but she didn't expect that Mu Hanyan would avoid it so easily.

Before she could recover from her surprise, she suddenly felt that her body was light, and she had been thrown out by Mu Hanyan's wrist.

"Ahh

Although this spiritual cultivation hall was built spaciously, Shen Yuhe was thrown out defenselessly, and it was inevitable that he would still hit his head and bleed.

Involuntarily flew towards the stone wall, Shen Yuhe's face turned pale with fright, and his hands danced wildly. But at the moment when she was about to hit the wall, Mu Hanyan's figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and with a light press of her palm on her shoulder, Shen Yuhe stood firmly on the ground.

Mu Hanyan was just curious about the martial arts that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Flower Rain Temple, but she didn't want people to mistakenly think that she was avenging Ling Baobao's blood hatred.

"Come again!" Although Shen Yuhe's martial arts skills were no threat to Mu Hanyan, the exquisite combat skills still made her more interested.

"I'm here for real this time, so be careful. Shen Yuhe didn't dare to be careless anymore, his body turned, and his two palms slapped over quickly.

This time, her palm steps were more subtle, and even Mu Hanyan was dazzled, but relying on her deep foundation and actual combat experience, she still easily avoided it, and with a wave of her arm, she threw Shen Yuhe out again.

Fortunately, this time she was also prepared, but she didn't scream like last time, she spun around a few times in the air, and fell to the ground lightly.

"Come again!" Seeing that it was impossible for his martial arts skills to hurt Mu Hanyan, Shen Yuhe let go of his hands and feet and attacked again.

In the temple, two figures flew and moved, like phantoms, and people were dizzying to see. There were more and more priests gathered at the door, and everyone was surprised to see the light posture and exquisite combat skills of Mu Hanyan and Shen Yuhe.

In the eyes of ordinary people, only those civilians who have no hope of becoming priests will concentrate on practicing martial arts, even if with the promotion of strength, high-level priests will also practice, but more as an auxiliary, and do not really take martial arts seriously, and even many high-level priests will use magic weapons to replace the role of martial arts.

As the priests of the Flower Rain Temple, they also have their own pride, and of course they are disdainful of martial arts, until today, they don't know that the original martial arts can be so exquisite, it seems that Mu Hanyan was able to bully Long Wudang and cry and beg for mercy last time, and it is not all fraud, if this martial arts is cultivated well, it is not very useful, and it can often have a surprising effect.

"No, no, no. Gently and skillfully thrown out by Mu Hanyan again, Shen Yuhe wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, waved his hand again and again, and said.

Although she had done her best, she knew very well that she was not Mu Hanyan's opponent at all, if it weren't for her mercy, she was now afraid that she would be even more miserable than Ling Baobao's fate.

"Okay. Mu Hanyan had no choice but to stop.

It can be seen that although Shen Yuhe's martial arts are proficient, after all, he has not fully understood it after practicing it for a few days, and he can't exert his true power.

"By the way, Lord Priest, have you also learned about the Eight Desolate Gods?" Shen Yuhe asked Mu Hanyan curiously while wiping his sweat.

"What Eight Desolate Gods died?" Mu Hanyan was slightly startled and asked.

"It's the martial arts I used just now, and I don't know what the old ancestor thinks, but he gave it such a name, and I'm not afraid of the Divine Master's blame. I remember when my grandfather taught me when I was a child, he also told me that this martial arts evolved from a magic technique, and the name of that magic was called the Eight Desolation Gods, but because this magic was wonderful and unparalleled, no one could understand it, so it was simplified to martial arts, and even the formation Danshu of our Flower Rain Temple was somewhat related to this magic technique.