Since Ou Mingzhi’s father can become the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, the status of the Ou clan is naturally not doubted, and Ou Mingzhi has been established as the young master since he was a child, and he is naturally highly regarded by the Ou family, and can even be said to be the pride of the Ou family. Gao Ren refused to accept him as a disciple. Isn't that slap in the face of Oujia?

This kind of priest family with a long history valued face the most. It would be strange if the Ou clan were willing to let go of Wen Gaoren.

"Hehe, as expected to be the first master of my spirit jade city, I really have some spine, I want to see, how long can you be tough?" Ou Mingzhi was not angry, but said with a sneer.

"Do you think this can threaten the old man? If your Ou family really has such strength, why wait until today? The other temples are only tempted by you, and the formation will not be repaired at that time. There is always time to ask me "Wen Gaoren said disapprovingly.

Known as the first master of the Lingyu City, he is not a vain name, he is confident enough. If Ou Jia can really beat him in the art of formation, how could he tolerate him for so many years, I am afraid that he would have been in trouble since he turned Ou Mingzhi away.

So he didn’t take Ou Mingzhi’s threat to his heart. Anyway, when those temples ask him sooner or later, he only needs to temporarily find a place to hide his power and hide his time for a few years. With his strength, plus a few entourage priests are left. He is not afraid of the rush of wind in the wasteland at all.

"Really, Duan Chengan, you come to tell your master, do our Ou family have that kind of strength?" Ou Mingzhi smiled and said.

Hearing the name he called out, Wen Gaoren and the priests all changed their faces.

"Master." A young man walked out of the crowd, saluting Wen Gaoren with a look of shame.

"Duan Chengan, you...you..." Wen Gaoren had already thought of something, pointing at this young man, shaking his whole body with anger, unable to speak.

"Master, as priests, we are supposed to serve the temple. What's more, the master priest treats us not badly. Why do we have to go our own way?" Duan Chengan was ashamed, but still persuaded.

"Duan Cheng'an, Wen Gaoren was blind to this pair of dog's eyes. There are thousands of choices, but I have chosen you as a disciple. You get out of here, get out!" Wen Gaoren pointed to Duan Cheng'an's nose Scolded harshly.

"Master Wen, why are you angry? You said that you are not as sensible as your apprentice after you have lived such a long time. But speaking, you are really good to this apprentice. Not only did you teach you the art of formation, just Even the ancestral "Shenzhen Jing" was taught to him. Although my Ou family's formation technique is not as good as yours, with this "Shenzhen Jing", the difference is probably not far, hahahaha." Mingzhi laughed, then took out an ancient book with a yellow page and shook it in front of Wen Gaoren, and quickly put it away.

Although his movements were very fast, Mu Hanyan could still see the three words "Shenzhen Jing" above, and felt the ancient seal aura in it. Obviously, this ancient book of formation technique was even tens of thousands of years old. Hundreds of thousands of years of history, if it were not for the protection of the seal, would have long since turned into dust.

"You, you, you even gave him the "Shenzhen Jing", I...I killed you!" Wen Gaoren was anxious, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and slapped Duan Chengan with a palm. go with.

"Why should Master Wen be angry? Make a master who knows the current affairs a great master. As the saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places. You treat everyone like you with a elm head." Ou Mingzhi waved his palm. Wen Gaoren was shocked to back again and again.

Mu Hanyan shuddered slightly. Although Wen Gaoren painstakingly studied the art of formation, he did not spend all his energy on cultivation, but after all he lived nearly a hundred years old, and he also had the cultivation of a ninth-order **** priest. Although Ou Mingzhi It seems that he is also a ninth-order **** priest, but he can retreat Wen Gaoren so easily. Obviously, his true combat power is not so simple on the surface.

While surprised, Mu Hanyan was also a little strange: Ou Jia had already obtained the "Shenzhen Jing" handed down by Wen Gaoren from generation to generation, and even his disciples had resigned from his teacher to join Ou Jia, but Ou Jia refused to let him go. , Is it too aggressive.

If it was just because Wen Gaoren had rejected Ou Mingzhi at the beginning, and saved their face, then the Ou family would be too petty. According to the Ou family, it is also the oldest and most powerful priest family in Lingyu City, and Ou Dechuan is also the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, so he shouldn't be so stingy.

Could it be that there are other reasons behind this?

"Ou Mingzhi, I played with you." Just when Mu Hanyan was thinking about it, Wen Gaoren let out an angry roar. He was betrayed by his disciple, and he was already burning with anger, but now he was shaken back by Ou Mingzhi. Shy and angry, he rushed up again with a roar.

"Shame on your face!" Ou Mingzhi's face sank, and another palm shot.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, Wen Gaoren was shocked again and flew away. When he landed, he spouted another mouthful of blood before falling back down.

"My lord!" The priests wailed sadly, and quickly grabbed Wen Gaoren's side and gave him the medicine.

"No, no, let's go, don't worry about me, and make a living on your own." Wen Gaoren was deeply wounded and said to several people frustrated.

"My lord!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's pale face, the hearts of several people burst into tears.

"Kill him and avenge the lord." Several people stood up at the same time, drew their swords, and rushed towards Ou Mingzhi and Duan Chengan who was standing behind him.

"Looking for death!" Several priests beside Ou Mingzhi flew out at the same time.

I saw a few strange lights flashing, and Wen Gaoren's loyal attendants were on the ground, spurting blood, obviously they had no power to fight again.

Loyalty to loyalty, but their strength is no more than the fifth-order **** priest, the opponent is also the sixth-order lowest, and they don't even need to draw a sword, they will be hit hard one by one.

"Take him back, I don't believe that he is not convinced." Ou Mingzhi said with a cold face, pointing to Wen Gaoren.

"Where are the others?" one entourage asked.

"Dare to commit the following, I think I am ready to die and throw it out to feed the wild dogs." Ou Mingzhi said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes." Several entourage walked quickly towards Wen Gaoren and others.

As for the people in the Huayu Temple standing aside, it seemed to them that they did not exist.

"Stop it!" Mu Hanyan suddenly flashed around and stood in front of Wen Gaoren.

"Why, do you want to be nosy?" Ou Mingzhi looked at Mu Hanyan and said disdainfully.

"Master Wen is the guest invited by our Huayu Temple. If you do this, you don't care about Huayu Temple too much?" Mu Hanyan said calmly.