Chapter 1844 (1/2)

Eh, it's OK! Long Wudang was very happy. He carefully tried to open the wooden box, but he could not smell the silk.

”Didn't you eat? Be strong.” Gao Weihu scolded.

Long Wudang boldly grabs the lid of the box and turns it up, but even if he uses his strength, the wooden box still can't move.

”I'll try.” Gao Weihu grabs the wooden box in long Wudang's hand, drinks loudly, and tries to open the lid of the box, but his face turns red, and the wooden box still doesn't move.

After that, Gao Weihu threw the wooden box on the ground and stamped it. At last, he even took out the big hammer and smashed it fiercely, but the box was still not damaged at all.

”It's a success, Lord, it's a success!” Long Wudang wept with joy.

Mu Hanyan takes a glance at long Wudang. He successfully learns the seal technique of the long family's ancestors. I don't know what he's happy about. He doesn't have to do that.

She didn't know Longwu's despair, and she couldn't feel the joy of his remaining life.

Gao Weihu breathlessly sat on the ground, looking at mu Hanyan's eyes a little strange. He had absolute confidence in his own talent, especially in the art of seal. Even several old priests in the temple of life were full of praise for him. But compared with mu Hanyan, he knew that he was just a frog in the well.

No wonder long Wudang and Ou Zhizhi eat in her hands one after another. This new Huayu chief priest is really hard to underestimate.

Thinking of the people in his family who want to put him to death, and thinking of the life and death competition that he will face in half a year, Gao Weihu's eyes on mu Hanyan gradually become hot.

After learning the method of seal, it's much easier to learn the corresponding method of breaking the seal. Long Wudang just explained it briefly, and even didn't demonstrate it. Mu Hanyan easily broke the seal on the wooden box.

Mu Hanyan practiced several times, no matter the seal is broken, it is easy and easy, without any difficulty.

Long Wudang has long been stunned. He has been learning the art of ancestral seal for more than ten years since he was a teenager. After practicing for so many years, there is little chance of success. Mu Hanyan can learn it as easily as playing.

Looking at mu Hanyan's skillful and light technique, long Wudang suddenly doubts his intelligence.

”I remember you said that long Wucuo had put a heavy seal on the luanshen sword. Do you know anything else?” Mu Hanyan asked.

”The others are all evolved from this technique. There are 12 kinds in total, which are more subtle and mysterious. I'll call you again.” Long Wudang shakes his head and doesn't think about it any more, so as not to beat himself to the end.