"How about it, can you cultivate?" Although she no longer frowned, Sikong Qinglan was still a little worried.

"There shouldn't be any problem. Mu Hanyan said as he put down the fire resistance technique and picked up another water resistance technique.

The discovery just now seemed to have opened a brand new door in front of her, and she was even more curious about the priest divine art, and she was even more curious, and she didn't know if it was as Ye Yi'an said, with the Xuanhuang Qi, she could cultivate the power of any law without restrictions.

Thinking about cultivation wholeheartedly, she didn't have time to talk to Sikong Qinglan in detail, let alone notice the worry in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.

Seeing that Mu Hanyan said vaguely, and picked up another priest magic book, Sikong Qinglan thought that she was still in trouble, and she couldn't help but worry in her heart.

It didn't take long for Mu Hanyan to throw down the water resistance magic book and pick up the light sacrifice song again.

Looking at this posture, Sikong Qinglan was even more worried, obviously, for Mu Hanyan, the Water Divine Water was more difficult to comprehend than the Fire Divine Technique, and she didn't know if other divine techniques would be easier for her.

At this time, how did Sikong Qinglan know that the reason why Mu Hanyan threw down the Water Divine Technique so quickly was not because it was not easy to comprehend, but because this Divine Technique was almost exactly the same as the Fire Divine Technique, but the power of the law required was different, so Mu Hanyan was too lazy to waste time.

At this time, there was a fierce quarrel outside.

"You figure it out for yourself first, and I'll go out and have a look. Sikong Qinglan frowned and said to Mu Hanyan.

"There you go. Mu Han didn't even raise the cigarette butt.

"Don't be in too much of a hurry, just take your time. We've all been exposed to priesthood since childhood, so we can perform it as soon as we are baptized, and it doesn't matter if you spend a little more time. Sikong Qinglan said a word of comfort again.

With that, he walked briskly outside.

"Am I in a hurry?" Mu Hanyan raised his head, glanced at Ling Baobao, and asked inexplicably.

"Ah, what did you say?" Ling Baobao was concentrating on studying Naha's lower dragon armor, and raised his head blankly when he heard the words.

"Isn't this turtle shell useless, why do you still hold it all day long?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.

Ever since he recognized the origin of the dragon armor, Ling Baobao has been holding his hand all day long, pondering and pondering, Mu Hanyan even suspected that he would not let go when he slept, but the blood of the dragon clan and the spring water condensed from it had already reached her hands, so it should be useless, right.

"Whoever said it was useless, it should still be useful. Ling Baobao said.

"What's the use?" Mu Hanyan became even more curious.

"I haven't figured it out yet, I'll know when I figure it out. Ling Baobao said and lay on the turtle shell again, knocking and beating.

Mu Hanyan rarely saw him so focused, so he didn't bother him anymore, and picked up another book of priest magic.

It's just a superficial magic technique for beginners, after Mu Hanyan crossed the first and most critical threshold, there is no difficulty in the others, even the so-called light sacrifice song, in fact, it is much the same. Mu Hanyan now also knows that the so-called sacrificial song, that is, the chanting of Sikong Qinglan when he dances the Great God, is actually a method of condensing the mind and improving the divine thoughts.

The more powerful the divine arts, the higher the requirements for the divine thoughts, and often need the assistance of the sacrificial song to enhance the divine thoughts, and such divine arts, often take a little longer to perform, not as fast as the way of the sword, of course, all this is related to strength, there is still no difference between who is strong and who is weak. If there is really strength and weakness, the temple and the holy court may have been fighting for millions of years, and one side has been destroyed long ago.

Finally, Mu Hanyan put down the last magic book, although she didn't practice them one by one, she was sure that Ye Yi'an's words were right, as long as she was willing to spend more time and cultivate the power of any law, there would be no difficulty for her.

Sikong Qinglan and the others have not yet returned, but the quarrel outside is getting more and more intense, and it seems that there are still people who are moving.

"Let's go, let's take a look. Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao.

"Oh, you go first, I'll figure it out. Ling Baobao refused to move, and all his thoughts were on the turtle shell.

"Okay. Mu Hanyan didn't force it, and walked out quickly.

Outside the gate of the temple, the priests of the Flower Rain Temple, led by An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan, were confronting a group of young priests who were also wearing black robes, and a group of people were also gathered around, all with angry faces on their faces.

Sikong Qinglan was helping Yan Qingshan up, and it seemed that he should have been injured by the other party, but the injury was not serious.

"Dare to be a pariah, dare to do something to the priest, don't you want to die?" On the other side, a thin priest jumped up and down, pointing at Yan Qingshan and shouting.

"You forcibly broke into my Flower Rain Temple, injured the guards of my Temple, and even the wicked person sued first!" Sikong Qinglan said with anger on his face.

"What is it called forcibly breaking into the Flower Rain Temple, I just want to go to your library to have a look, this untouchable person does not know how to be respectful, and he dares to stand in my way, and it is his luck not to slap him to death. A young priest on the other side snapped open the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile.

This man was dressed in a black robe, which seemed to be the same as the others, but if you looked closely, you would see that the texture of the robe was obviously much higher than the others, and the person was also oily-haired and powdery, and his face was arrogant, and it was obvious that the group of priests was headed by him.

Looking at the white moire embroidered on his sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan was even more slightly startled.

Ninth Order Divine Spirit Priest! This guy doesn't look like he looks oily, he is a second ancestor, and his strength is not weak.

Obviously, the comer is not good.

"The library hall of the Flower Rain Temple, can anyone enter, not the priest of the main hall, no one is allowed to enter without the hand of the god lord. Sikong Qinglan said righteously.

"Hahahaha, you still think that the Flower Rain Temple is the former Flower Rain Temple, and you actually returned the Divine Master's edict, the Divine Lord has long let you fend for yourself, and there is a fart Divine Lord's oracle. The young priest sneered.

Hearing his words, all the priests of the Flower Rain Temple showed shame.

"Don't grind and grind, get out of the way, or be careful that I'm not polite to you. The young priest closed his folding fan and led his men forward.

"Stop, no one is allowed to enter without the hand of the Divine Master!" Qi Ming and several young priests stood in the way.

"It seems that the lesson I just gave you is not enough!" the young priest smiled coldly, and suddenly slapped his palm.

An earthy yellow light suddenly bloomed, bringing a feeling as heavy as a mountain.

Qi Ming and the others subconsciously stretched out their hands to block it, but they all made a muffled sound and were shocked and flew out.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and many people showed fear in their eyes.

"You, you deceive people too much!" An Xia Xinqi trembled slightly, and said angrily.