As the so-called big waves wash the sand, the later it gets, the stronger the priests who stay on the stage, and everyone cheers up and looks at the stage with concentration.

When he saw Mu Hanyan and Kong Renhe walking towards the competition table at the same time, there was an exclamation from the audience again.

"Master Kong, the opponent of Lord Mu's sacrifice this time turned out to be Lord Kong!" Unlike Kong Ren and himself, who had already known the results of the internal lottery, everyone else only knew about it at this time.

As a prayer priest, Kong Renhe's status is only under the chief priest Guan Xiujin, the left priest Jiang Ruchu, and the right priest Zhao Xinghong, and as soon as Zhao Xinghong died, he was one of the three high priests with the highest status in the Temple of Life. Although the status is not exactly the same as strength, it will not be too bad, I thought that Mu Hanyan would meet him in the last battle, but I didn't expect to meet him in two games in advance, which is by no means a good thing for her.

"I heard that Master Kong had a tie with Lord Mu when he was in Qianlong Valley, and he will definitely not leave his hand in this battle, and Lord Mu is afraid that it will be dangerous. Someone was worried about Mu Hanyan.

"It is likely that the attribution of the right priesthood depends on the outcome of this contest. Some people said expectantly.

No one noticed that on the high platform, the corners of Guan Xiujin's mouth showed a sneering smile.

"Mu Hanyan, do you remember the incident in Qianlong Valley?" As soon as he came to the stage, Kong Renhe shouted at Mu Hanyan.

"Remember, why didn't Master Kong forget, do you want me to remind you? Actually, you can't blame me at the beginning, I obviously told you that it was my talisman, you don't believe it yourself, you hit the stone again and again, can you blame me? By the way, Lord Kong's injury is getting better, I still have some pills left, or you go down to treat the injury before you come up." Mu Hanyan said with a concerned face.

It is said that scolding people is not to expose people and not to hurt their faces, she didn't want to mention the matter of Qianlong Valley, after all, others are so old, if you can save some face for him, you can save some face, but he has to say it himself, and Miss Mu can only cooperate with the face.

"Mu Hanyan, you don't have to be arrogant. The reason why I fell for your conspiracy in Qianlong Valley was only because I couldn't directly attack you as a priest, and today is a fair showdown, do you think you still have so good luck?" Kong Renhe roared.

In today's battle, he not only wanted to defeat Mu Hanyan and win the position of the right priest in advance, but also forced Mu Hanyan to hand over the batch of colorful soul beads and the ancestral artifacts snatched from the Liu family, and he also wanted the shame of the Hidden Dragon Valley, so he didn't hide it and took the initiative to tell the matter of the Hidden Dragon Valley.

"Master Kong, do you really think it's just my luck?" Mu Hanyan smiled contemptuously.

Having seen the battle between himself and Gao Weilong with his own eyes, this old man should also know his strength, but he actually thought that it was just his luck, could it be that he was worried about the matter of the colorful soul beads recently, and his brain was in a hurry?

"Hehe, if it's luck or not, you'll find out soon. Kong Renhe smiled coldly and drew out the Wind Riding Sword.

The sound of the "buzzing ......" sword sounded clearly, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, and the power of the wind laws seemed to have substance, condensed on the competition platform, and shrouded Kong Ren and Mu Hanyan in it.

An invisible pressure also pressed towards Mu Hanyan, who only felt sluggish breathing, and his chest seemed to be pressed against a huge stone. On the other hand, Kong Renhe was not affected at all, and his breath was still stable and calm.

Not only Mu Hanyan, but even the crowd under the stands were unable to breathe under that pressure, and their hearts seemed to be pressing against a boulder.

"The Wind Riding Sword, the Confucian Family's ancestral Wind Riding Sword!" a priest exclaimed in exclamation as he struggled to resist the pressure.