Chapter 1801 (1/2)

Praise of life! Mu Hanyan reacts fiercely. This is not the priestly magic that Sikong Qinglan used when he saved the small auspicious beast last time, but also the unique magic of Huayu temple.

Mu Hanyan also tried to practice this divine skill. After several days of practice, he found that this divine skill was too complicated and needed a lot of time to practice. According to Sikong Qinglan, if you want to really master the hymn of life, you need countless opportunities and little by little accumulation. Many so-called gifted priests in the history of Huayu temple were unable to enter the temple after exhausting their whole life In the end, I can only regret.

Of course, mu Hanyan was reluctant to waste his precious time on it, and gave up decisively after a few days.

Sikong Qinglan sings and dances around Chen Xuefeng. Under the hazy moonlight, glittering and translucent light spots whirled around Chen Xuefeng like fireflies, and his pale face also recovered a trace of blood color.

”I succeeded. I succeeded again. I didn't succeed once before. I didn't expect to succeed twice in succession recently.” Sikong Qinglan finished singing the last divine words. Because of the great consumption of spiritual power, her face became paler than the previous Chen Xuefeng, but she was too excited to restrain herself.

Since he joined the school at the age of three, he has been painstakingly studying the hymn of life. Now, it has been nearly 20 years. He looks like he is ten years older than his real age, but he has never succeeded once. He thinks that he will regret all his life like his predecessors. Who knows that he has succeeded twice in succession after encountering the cold smoke.

Is all this related to the Lord priest? Sikong Qinglan is certainly not a fool. He can easily think of Mu Hanyan's identity and master's last words when he thinks of them.

Looking at the cold smoke, his eyes are even more shining.

”Why save me?” Chen Xuefeng opens his eyes and looks at mu Hanyan unexpectedly.

Mu Hanyan didn't answer. Having seen the ferocity of the bandits, she didn't have any pity for Chen Xuefeng. She didn't want to save his life. At most, she wanted to leave him a breath and ask for the answer she wanted. She didn't stop Sikong Qinglan from singing the praises of life because she knew that this guy's praises of life were not very reliable. She didn't succeed once before she met her. She was just a dead horse doctor. She didn't expect to save Chen Xuefeng.

Mu Hanyan's silent appearance is more profound. I can't help it. I'm used to it. Every time I have any questions that I don't want to answer, I'm used to playing deep.

”I just lost. I'll tell you everything you want to know.” Seeing mu Hanyan's unfathomable appearance, Chen Xuefeng had some inexplicable awe.

At this time, he noticed the mark of the chief priest on mu Hanyan's robe. He was originally the guard of a certain priestly family, and the people worked for the priestly family from generation to generation. Of course, he knew what the chief priest meant. We should know that every temple has a long history, and there are countless strong people in it. Without enough strength and prestige, it can never become a temple Lord of the temple.

It is precisely because of such a background, even if he is not willing to admit it, but in his heart, he still has instinctive awe for the temple chief priest.

Now, of course, he also knows that mu Hanyan's strength is not as simple as that of the eighth level God priest, otherwise he can't defeat himself with one sword. Seeing that she is only in her twenties, she has such a strong strength and is able to beat other competitors to become the chief priest. Naturally, her talent and reputation are self-evident.

With his understanding of the temple, the young chief priest's future achievements are bound to be limitless.

Of course, the reason why he was so imaginative was that he didn't know how far the Huayu temple had gone before the arrival of Mu Hanyan. There were only about 20 priests left, so poor that he couldn't even fill his stomach.

”Go ahead.” Mu Hanyan doesn't know how Chen Xuefeng's mind is like a tidal current, just says lightly.