As the so-called big wave washes the sand, the later the priests remain on the stage, the stronger the strength, everyone cheered up and looked at the stage with concentration.

When he saw Mu Hanyan and Kong Renhe walking towards the competition platform at the same time, a cry of exclamation sounded again from the audience.

"Master Kong, Master Mu's opponent in this match turned out to be Master Kong!" Unlike Kong Renhe, who knew the result of the default lottery a long time ago, everyone else only knew about it at this time.

As a priest of prayer, Kong Renhe is only under the chief priest Guan Xiujin, the left priest Jiang Ruchu, and the right priest Zhao Xinghong. Once Zhao Xinghong died, he was one of the three highest priests in the Temple of Life. Although status is not completely equal to strength, it will not be much worse. I originally thought that Mu Hanyan would meet him in the final battle, but did not expect to meet him two games in advance. This is absolutely nothing for her. Not a good thing.

"I heard that Master Kong had a knot with the priest Mu when he was in Qianlong Valley. This battle will definitely not keep his hands. The priest Mu is afraid it is dangerous." Someone worried for Mu Hanyan.

"It's very possible that the right to the priesthood depends on the result of this competition." Someone said expectantly.

No one noticed that on the high platform, Guan Xiujin's mouth showed a sneer.

"Mu Hanyan, do you still remember Qianlong Valley?" Kong Renhe shouted to Mu Hanyan as soon as he took the stage.

"Remember, how come Master Kong forgot, and you want me to remind you? Actually, I couldn't blame me at the beginning. I clearly told you that it was my body protector. You don’t believe it, time and time again. If you hit a stone, can you blame me? By the way, Master Kong's injury is getting better, I still have some medicine left here, or you should go down and treat the injury first and then come back." Mu Hanyan looked concerned Said.

She always said that she should not curse people and short people should not hurt her face. She didn't want to mention Qianlonggu's affairs. After all, others are so old. If you can give him a bit of face, you can leave a bit of face, but he has to say it himself. Miss Mu can only cooperate and slap her face.

"Mu Hanyan, you don't want to be arrogant. The reason why I was caught in your conspiracy and tricks in Qianlong Valley was because my priesthood was not able to directly attack you. It's a fair fight today. You think you still have that. Good luck?" Kong Renhe shouted loudly.

In today’s battle, he will not only defeat Mu Hanyan and win the right priest position in advance, but also force Mu Hanyan to surrender the batch of colorful soul beads and the ancestral artifact that he snatched from the Liu family. The shame of Dragon Valley, so he didn't hide it, and took the initiative to tell the story of Qianlong Valley.

"Master Kong, do you really think it's just my luck?" Mu Hanyan smiled contemptuously.

Having seen the battle between himself and Gao Weilong with his own eyes, this old man should also know his own strength. He actually thought that he was lucky. Could it be that he was worried about the colorful soul beads recently, and his brain was anxious?

"Hehe, if you are lucky, you will know soon." Kong Renhe smiled coldly and drew out the Chengfeng sword.

"Om..." The sword sounded clear, and the wind and clouds surging between heaven and earth, the power of the wind system, as if it had substance, condensed on the competition table, and the two of Kong Ren and Mu Hanyan were enveloped in it.

An invisible pressure also moved towards Mu Hanyan. Mu Hanyan only felt breathing sluggish, and her chest seemed to be pressed against a huge boulder. On the other hand, Kong Renhe was not affected at all, and he still had a calm and calm air.

Not only Mu Hanyan, but even the crowd under the stands had difficulty breathing under the pressure, and his heart was like a huge boulder.

"Chengfeng sword, the sword of the Confucian ancestors!" A priest struggled to resist the pressure and exclaimed.