Although mu Hanyan easily defeated Kong Renhe in the last match, it was not without cost. She was hurt in the initial magic competition, which had some influence on her combat power. The reason why Gao Weihu insisted on taking part in the competition is not that he really wanted to fight her, but that he took this opportunity to delay and let her have enough time to recover her strength to the peak.

Gao Weihu is certainly a kind-hearted, also did not violate the rules, but how to see, are in the face of Guan Xiujin and others.

"Good." Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded and sat down on his knees.

Guan Qingyun's calm and confident expression reappears in his mind. Although Jiang Ruchu and others guess that Han Yongzhen is Guan Xiujin's Secret wonder, mu Hanyan has an intuition that Guan Qingyun may be her last opponent.

Guan Xiujin is very fond of this precious son. He can't easily take risks. He is at least 90% sure of it. Therefore, mu Hanyan will never be taken lightly.

On the stand, Guan Xiujin's face was so dark that she could almost drop ink. It was near noon and the sun was burning. He was sweating all over. These two guys were good. They were practicing under the competition platform as if there were no one else.

In this way, they have to wait until when.

"Mu Hanyan, Gao Weihu, do you really think it's a joke to be the priest Dabi? Tens of thousands of people don't do anything and just watch you practice?" Guan Xiujin finally couldn't help yelling.

"All right, all right, we can wait." Words sound a fall, don't wait for mu Hanyan two people reply, the crowd under the stage said happily.

What Guan Xiujin and others have done is too despicable. They have been fighting for mu Hanyan for a long time, but they are forced down by Guan Xiujin and dare not to speak. At this time, seeing Gao Weihu beating Guan Xiujin and others in the face in public, they are eager to see a good play.

"The priest Dabi is not a joke. If you want to do it, do it quickly. If you don't do it, you will despise the temple of God, cancel the qualification of the competition and drive out the city of life!" Guan Xiujin did not pay attention to them, once again put out the prestige of the Lord, and yelled.

In fact, he doesn't worry that mu Hanyan's recovery to the peak state will destroy his plan, because Guan Qingyun has life and death imprinted in her hand. Unless she can be promoted to the spirit priest at one stroke, no matter how she recovers, she has no chance to win. What's more, she was not seriously injured. Taking pills would not hurt her. Recovery would not affect the final result.

He just couldn't wipe his face. Gao Weihu made it clear that he was beating them in the face in public. If he didn't suppress his arrogance, where would he put his face as the chief priest?

Seeing that Guan Xiujin was angry, all the people under the stage were very angry and didn't dare to laugh any more. Some worried about looking at mu Hanyan and Gao Weihu, really worried about Guan Xiujin taking this opportunity to blow them out of the hall of life.

"OK, OK, let's do it." Gaoweihu quickly hit the hand, yelled: "stone broken open shock, thunder seven broken!"

Unfortunately, the same magic, no longer the previous power to shake the sky. With Gao Weihu's feeble voice, a huge stone shadow flies towards the soft cotton in the cold smoke. It looks like a huge marshmallow.

"Nine days, star down, break it for me." Mu cold smoke also very cooperate of waved a hand, see a breeze to blow, that regiment cotton candy disappears in the mid air.

"Master Mu really has a good skill. Let's see my flying stone meteor again." Gao Weifeng waved his hand weakly, and a ball of marshmallow flew out again.

"Look at me, the stars will fall and break again!" Bathe in the cold smoke, the sleeves dance lightly, and the marshmallow disappears.

"Powerful, master Mu is really powerful. Let's see me fly away!"

"It's just a small skill to carve insects. Look at my eight waste gods."

……

They waved their arms, and the movements were as soft and graceful as singing and dancing. Like a moving poem, gently, I left, just as I gently came, I waved my sleeve, do not take away a cloud.

It's just to bathe in cold smoke. At least it's my daughter's body. It's just to have such dancing posture. What's rare is that Gao Weihu's body is full of flesh. He can dance so touching.

"Poof!" Although I didn't want to irritate the chief priest, there was still a burst of uncontrollable laughter.

"You You Guan Xiujin points to the two people who are playing on the stage. They are so angry that they are shaking all over.

"Lord, we've tried our best, but we've been injured too much and can't play our best. You can't blame us either." Gao Weihu said pitifully.

Under the stage, a burst of laughter again. It's also the strongest. Is there any strength in your dancing posture just now?

But others have "full" shot, Guan Xiujin can not blame them for contempt of the temple, in addition to dry stare, simply helpless.

"OK, OK, keep fighting. I'll see how long you can grind it." Guan Xiujin angrily counter smile, a wave robe sleeve, simply closed his eyes.

Anyway, it's been a long time. What's the harm of it? Let them be proud now. Next time, they will cry!

See Guan Xiujin no longer multi tube, mu Hanyan two people are also too lazy to start, each practice up.Unconsciously, two hours later, mu Hanyan opened his eyes again.

"Are you ready, my lord?" Gao Weihu asked.

"All right." Mu Hanyan nodded. The injury is not serious, and take pills, two hours, has been enough to let her strength to adjust to the peak state.

"In this competition, I, Gao Weihu, admit defeat." Gao Weihu did not hesitate to admit defeat.

"I declare that mu Hanyan wins. OK, you go down quickly." The priest, who was the judge, sent them down like the God of plague.

Although he knew that it was impossible for the two people on the stage to do anything, he could become a referee. He was just a high-ranking man in the temple of life, but he couldn't neglect his duty. He honestly held his head up and didn't move. After two hours on the stage, he was dry of mouth, irritable of legs and feet, and almost begged them to step down.

"Next, Han Yongzhen, to Guan Qingyun." As soon as the two left, the referee could not wait to announce.

Guan Qingyun and Han Yongzhen had been impatient for a long time. Hearing this, they stepped on the competition platform.

Under the stage, the crowd is still listless. Guan Qingyun's participation in the contest is just to mix up his qualifications, and it's impossible to really fight for the right priesthood. This contest is doomed to have no essence, no danger, no surprise, and no good-looking.

This is not only what they think, but also what Kong Renhe and others think. Kong Renhe turned his head and said to Guan Xiujin with concern on his face: "Lord Guan, just let Qingyun walk through the stage. You don't have to really do it to avoid any accident."

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