Chapter 1771 (1/2)
A group of followers finally wake up, no matter what the fight between the priests should be like, or save people first. As soon as he gritted his teeth, a few of them rushed to Mu Hanyan again, while the others fought with each other, and several priest's magic skills fell down on Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao's head is flat. He smiles and squats under the turtle's shell. The priest's magic skills fall on the turtle's shell, and even disappear without any ripple.
”What kind of magic weapon is this?” A young priest's eyes widened in surprise.
Although many magic weapons can dissolve the power of the law in the priest's divine arts, there will always be some noise, but this time, there is no response at all.
Without waiting for him to react, Ling Baobao leaned out his head again. With the heavy dance of the turtle shell, he fell on the ground. With the thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thu.
”When there is no one in Huayu temple, we will fight with them.” I don't know who yelled, and the priests and guards of Huayu Temple swarmed up like a tide.
Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming have been injured by each other indiscriminately. They have been suffocating for a long time. The arrogance of Ou Zhizhi and others tramples on the dignity of Huayu temple.
Mu Hanyan's previous words of ”tooth for tooth, blood for blood” finally aroused their long depressed blood. The splashing blood beads and the faint smell of blood in the air made their blood boil completely.
Although the priests brought by Ou Zhizhi are not weak, they are generally a little higher than those of Huayu temple, but after all, there are only more than ten people. Even if Huayu temple is in decline, there are still more than twenty priests left, plus loyal guards, there are more than forty people. In a moment, the poor priests were overwhelmed by the angry crowd.
Anxiaxin's eyelids jumped a few times unconsciously. At the beginning, the priests of Huayu Temple used the divine skill of the priest, but as soon as they rushed to the front, they immediately changed to martial arts.
As a left priest, her strength is better than Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan, and she has practiced the martial art of eight wild gods meteorite, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the temple. So she can easily see that what the priests used is eight wild gods meteorite, but it is more subtle and unpredictable than what she learned.
Most importantly, it is more violent. The power contained in the fists and feet is not much worse than the divine skill of the priest.
Hearing the howling of ghosts and wolves, and seeing the splash of blood, anxiaxin felt uneasy. The other party was from Lingyu temple. Ou Zhizhi was the young master of Ou family. If there was no accident, she would be the next chief priest of Lingyu temple. Isn't that a death feud.
”Rain lotus, clear LAN, or advise them to stop first!” An Xia Xin hesitates to say. Although she is equally angry at Ou Zhiming and others' rudeness, as a left priest, she has to consider the overall situation.
With such words in her mouth, anxiaxin turns her head, but suddenly she is stunned. Where is the shadow of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan.
Looking into the crowd, anxiaxin's forehead came out in a cold sweat.
The man in the crowd was cruel, and seemed to be a bit obscene, but he was as shy as a big boy next door. Who was not Sikong Qinglan? And the little girl with a baby face, flushed with excitement, who is not the right priest, Lord Shen Yuhe?