Mu Hanyan and the others were even more sweaty. No one thought that Chen Xuefeng's taste was so unique. Judging from the fascinating light in his eyes, this was obviously not a sarcasm, but a sentiment. .

"Bring her back and be the wife of my Bloodwind Pirates." Chen Xuefeng shouted and ordered his subordinates.

"Uh..." The band of murderous bandits who didn't blink, were all dumbfounded, and subconsciously let out a uh.

Mu Hanyan suddenly thought, judging from Chen Xuefeng’s unique taste, it is estimated that the appearance of his former patriarch’s baby daughter should also be very unique. If he hadn’t escaped with a guilty conscience, he might have become a priest’s family. It's a pity to be a son-in-law by Chenglong.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Chen Xuefeng looked at the girl Yu'er obsessively. Seeing that everyone was in a daze, there was no response, and he shouted.

"Oh oh oh, let's do it." Seeing the great master's anger, the gangsters were not surprised at his unique taste. The Chao Yuer girls from the peak rushed to welcome Mrs. Yazhai back to the village.

"Stop!" Sikong Qinglan flew out suddenly.

A faint sword light swept out, sweeping the gangsters upside down.

However, these rogues are indeed strong, and their physical defenses are even more amazing. Although they were stunned by his sword, they were not seriously injured.

"Priest!" Chen Xuefeng's face sank as he saw Sikong Qinglan's move, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Although he escaped from the encirclement and suppression of the temple time and time again, he paid a lot of price. Now he still has many scars left by the priest's magic arts, and he hates the temple priests.

The Mu family can have such a fief, naturally there are priests, but generally speaking, priests will practice in the temple. Priests like Ye Yi'an who remain in the clan are extremely rare. Of course, this is also because of his special status and too old age. The relationship between staying in the temple is not helpful to the cultivation base. On the contrary, I am worried that if I accidentally leaked my identity, I should stay in the village to be safer.

In addition, Sikong Qinglan cherished the sacrificial gown, and replaced it with the old patched gown on the road. Ye Yian didn't want to look too abrupt, so he changed into normal clothes, so he didn't expect that there would be some in this village. priest.

"Yes, I am the praying priest Kong Qinglan of the Flower Rain Temple. You blood and wind robbers indiscriminately kill innocents and do no evil, and today they just cut you out!" Sagong Qinglan said righteously.

"Huayu Temple, you are the priest of Huayu Temple?" Chen Xuefeng was startled slightly.

"Yes, I am the priest of Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan said with a chest out.

Seeing Chen Xuefeng’s surprised look, he still felt a sense of pride in his heart. Although it was indeed a bit of a downfall over the years, the Huayu Temple is one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods. Forgotten.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that the Huayu Temple, one of the oldest temples in the continent of Gods, would actually fall into this kind of field. A stinky little hairy child can become a priest of prayer, hahahaha." Chen Xuefeng said unscrupulously. Laughed wildly.

"Die me!" Sikong Qinglan then knew what Chen Xuefeng was surprised. A face flushed with shame and anger, he spread out and attacked Chen Xuefeng.

"Looking for death!" Chen Xuefeng said contemptuously, without even looking at Sikong Qinglan, the long knife was raised high, and then straight down without fancy.

Never underestimate your opponent, this is Miss Mu's creed, and it is probably also the enlightenment of many strong men who capsized in the gutter before their death. Seeing Chen Xuefeng's contempt for Sikong Qinglan, Mu Hanyan seemed to have seen this guy's pitiful end.

Although I still don’t know much about the cultivation methods of the Continent of Gods, and I don’t have a good evaluation of the strength of the priests, but from the previous hymn of life, Mu Hanyan can guess that Sikong Qinglan’s talent and strength are not bad. Among them is not the weak, otherwise, no matter how desolate the Huayu Temple is, it is impossible for him to become a priest of prayer. The reason why he lost to Kang Qingyuan before was because Kang Qingyuan was too strong. Even Miss Mu wasted a piece of Chaotic Essence Stone, and the strength instantly restored to the strongest realm of the sword master before beheading it. Can it not be strong?

"This Chen Xuefeng is going to be bad luck!" Mu Hanyan thought to himself.

However, this time she was wrong. Chen Xuefeng slashed out with a long knife, and Sikong Qinglan's green sword light was actually torn apart, as weak as paper.

Only in the blink of an eye, the blade with a hint of scarletness reached Sikong Qinglan's chest.

Only then did Mu Hanyan know that Chen Xuefeng's power was so tyrannical. If he let it be slashed, Sikong Qinglan wouldn't have a chance to survive even if he wasn't cut off.

"Be careful!" Seeing that Sikong Qinglan was about to die under Chen Xuefeng's knife, Ye Yi'an shook his body and stood in front of him, while the long sword was blocking him. The red light burns like flames, but it is unusually solid, obviously this sword is extremely defensive.

"Choke!" Jin Tie cried, and spattered sparks.

Ye Yi'an took Sikong Qinglan back and forth again and again, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his wrinkled face became pale as paper, as if he was a hundred years old again.

His defense with this sword is indeed not weak, but the power of Chen Xuefeng's sword is even more terrifying. Even his internal organs were wounded and his blood was retrograde, and his injuries were obviously not light.

"Enjoy your lord!" Mu Hanyan quickly held Ye Yi'an.

"Enjoy the lord!" The Mu family children around them also exclaimed, seeing Ye Yi'an's bloodless old face, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

"I'm fighting with you!" Mu Tu held the pig-killing knife and threw angrily at Chen Xuefeng.

Those young people who were trembling with fright, and even the swords were almost insecure, were also furious, put aside their fear, and rushed forward.

Unfortunately, even Sikong Qinglan and Ye Yi'an are not Chen Xuefeng's opponents, let alone them.

Too weak, too weak! Seeing the strength of a few people, Chen Xuefeng looked at them like looking at a few ants, but with a light dance of a long knife, the few people even fell out.

Fortunately, Mutu's thick skin and thick flesh took most of the pressure for them. Several people saved their lives, but each and every one of them was spitting out blood, and they were all seriously injured.

Seeing this scene before him, the faces of the Mu clan were as earthy.

The rumors are true, this Chen Xuefeng is really so powerful, even the praying priests and old priests from the Huayue Temple are not his opponents.

"There are actually two priests. It just so happened that you have stunned you all these years." Chen Xuefeng looked at Ye Yi'an and Sagong Qinglan with a grinning face, slammed the knife down and screamed, "Kill all." None of them will stay!"