Chapter 1768

"How can I count the damage to the guard of Huayu temple?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.

"It's just two guards. In front of the noble priest, they are no different from the untouchables. Is the chief priest going to stand out for them?" Ou Zhiming frowned and said disdainfully.

In his capacity, it's good that he can condescend to apologize to Mu Hanyan. Even his followers feel strange. Unexpectedly, mu Hanyan is so ungrateful. Is it possible that the two guards, who are no different from the humble ones, also want him to apologize?

Ou's wise heart gave birth to some anger.

"Or to you, the guard is no different from the pariah, but in the Huayu temple, we are friends, partners, and even relatives, not only the guard, but also the people in the city." Mu Hanyan said with a straight face.

Hear mu Hanyan's words, an Xiaxin and others are slightly moved. Because of the decline of these years, the original priests of Huayu temple and even the people in the city have left their homes and gone to different places. There are not many people left. They are dependent on each other, so there are not so many differences between honor and inferiority. From the people in the city, they can all rush into the temple to watch the excitement.

So, just as mu Hanyan said, an Xiaxin and others did not treat the guards as servants, and the common people were by no means Untouchables in their mind. However, it was not long before mu Hanyan came to Huayu temple, and she was elected as the main sacrifice by the three high priests. If you want to change the ordinary people, you will inevitably grow arrogant and don't pay attention to protecting the common people. Who knows that she had such an idea, which moved all the priests.

As for the guards, they were moved to tears, and the people were no exception.

"What a good friend. As a temple priest, he should be so indifferent to his status and associate with Untouchables. It's no wonder that Huayu temple has come to such a situation today." Ou Zhiming disdained, "listen to you, do you want me to apologize to them?"

"No, I want to apologize. I can't eat or drink." Mu Hanyan shook his head.

"What do you want?" Asked O'Brien.

"I'll give it back to those who hurt them. If our people hurt their left hand, I'll hurt their left hand. If they hurt their right hand, I'll hurt their right hand. By the way, I'll charge some interest." Mu Hanyan said with a smile.

"What? What are you talking about? "

Not only Ou Zhizhi and others, but also an Xiaxin and others were shocked.

Seeing that Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming have been hurt by Ou Zhizhi and others, they are also full of anger, but they also know that Huayu temple can't compete with Lingyu temple in terms of strength and status. When it comes to personal strength, none of them is Ou Zhizhi's opponent, so in their mind, Mu Hanyan can force the other party to apologize, which is the best result It is enough to protect the dignity of Huayu temple.

Who knows, what mu Hanyan wants is not an apology at all, what she wants is a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.

"Presumptuous, do you know who you are talking to?"

"My young master looks up to you and gives you some face. You really treat yourself as a green onion. I don't know the heaven and the earth are high." Ou Zhiming's entourage finally recovered and said with a sneer.

"This woman is clearly out of her mind. Why do you talk to her? If you dare to talk to her again, you will just abandon her." More people scold and shout.

"Mu Hanyan, I'll give you face. You really think I'm afraid of you. I'd like to see how you pay back today and how you recover the interest?" Ou Zhiming was angry at last.

Although mu Hanyan brought him an unprecedented dangerous intuition, after all, he was only the eighth level God priest. How could he be really afraid of her? He even felt that it was a great shame to apologize to the two Dalits, let alone being threatened by her.

On the one hand, Ou Zhizhi walked towards Wen Gaoren.

"Well, take a look." Mu Hanyan slowly drew out his sword.

"Hum!" With the sound of sword and the sound of dragon.

"What a sword Ou Zhiming gave a deep praise in his heart.

From his background and vision, we can see that mu Hanyan's sword is a rare weapon, or even an artifact.

But it was for this reason that his mood relaxed. The previous dangerous intuition should be because of this magic sword, otherwise, with the cultivation of her eight level God priest, how could she feel uneasy.

If you want to come here again, Ou Zhiming can't help laughing at himself for how he has become more and more timid. You should have known that her strength only comes from this magic sword. Why should he surrender himself and talk so much nonsense to her.

"To die!" Ou Zhizhi snorted coldly and chopped his sword at mu Hanyan.

However, with a good sword, he dares to threaten his head. This cold smoke is the fearlessness of the ignorant. At this time, Ou Zhiming was eager to carve a few words of contempt on his forehead.

It's no wonder that he has such an idea. Just like the holy land, the priests in the land of God also rely on the long sword to release their magic power. A good sabre, especially the extremely different sabres, is of great benefit to the improvement of combat power. But this is always the end. Self cultivation is the foundation. The stronger the actual strength, the greater the power of the divine sword.In his opinion, mu Hanyan is only the eighth level God priest after all. No matter how good the quality of the long sword is, even if it is really an artifact, how powerful can she play? Although he is only a nine level God priest, his real combat power is far from simple. The sword he used is also a family ancestral weapon. Even if it is not an artifact, it can be called a semi artifact. With the help of this sword, he has never met an opponent under the tenth level.

Mu Hanyan, with a good sword, dares to be arrogant in front of him. It's not only the ignorant who are fearless, but also self humiliating.

"Eight wastes God's death Mu Hanyan, of course, saw Ou Zhiming's disdain, but he didn't pay attention to it at all. He focused on it with one sword.

This is her first time to use this sword. She doesn't know how powerful it is. In addition, Ou Zhiming can easily hurt Wen Gaoren, who is also the priest of the Ninth level gods, seriously. Therefore, mu Hanyan doesn't dare to underestimate the enemy.

It has to be said that the name of this sword is very domineering. Although she never thinks that she has the strength to compete with her own young master, the look of Ou Zhizhi's entourage becomes solemn when she hears the name of eight waste gods.

The wind of the European wise more or less also put away the heart of contempt, eyes flash, the sword issued a clear whistling flutter, Dao Dao wind blade through the sword, forming a highly condensed whirlwind, toward the cold smoke.

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