My Master is Lin Zhengying

"In front of my Fusang Onmyouji, they are all trash."

"..."

A group of ronin praised this Miyamoto Onmyoji while speaking in not-so-fluent Chinese.

Nan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, although he couldn't see why the other party was able to raise his hand and shatter the bench five meters away.

But Nan Chen didn't have any fear or fear.

What's more, it is regarded as a special skill of Fusang.

It is not the random stimulation of one's own profound energy.

If that's the case, unless the Taoism is above the third level of the mysterious rank, it will be impossible to do it at all.

Therefore, Nan Chen withdrew his mind and calmed down his emotions.

Qiusheng Wencai has already looked at Nan Chen:

"Master, junior brother, what should we do!"

"Junior brother, this kid is very strong!

We may really not be able to beat..."

Nan Chen smiled:

"Eldest senior brother, second senior brother, back off. Let me come!"

After speaking, Nan Chen took a step forward.

Looking at the proud Fusang Onmyoji with cold eyes:

"Since you are here to find fault, come on! I will be your opponent."

Nan Chen just finished speaking.

That was Kato, the ronin whose arm was broken by Nan Chen last time.

Already said to Fusang Onmyoji:

"Miyamoto-kun, he is the one who hurt me."

Fusang Onmyoji nodded:

"Kato-kun, don't worry, I won't kill him, I will hold my breath and wait for revenge."

After finishing speaking, Fusang Onmyouji looked at Nan Chen again:

"My dear, the Fusang Jiuju school, Miyamoto Kaya.

Huaxia Taoist priest, report your name. "

When Nan Chen heard it, there was a "thump" in his heart.

The Jiuju school, this is the Fusang school that appeared in another movie of Uncle Jiu.

It seems that this world is not only chaotic, but also connected to most of Uncle Nine's movies and put together.

It's not enough that Nanchen has been here for so long, and he can accept anything.

It doesn't matter now, let alone the Jiuju school.

Even if the Chrysanthemum faction, today should fight today must fight.

"Maoshan Nanchen!"

"Yo Xi, the descendant of Maoshan.

Draw your sword! "

Nan Chen smiled:

"I don't need a sword to deal with you!"

When the other party heard this, he was angry:

"Arrogant guy!"

After speaking, he trembled all over.

A strong profound energy erupted, and the opponent held a wooden stick and smashed it directly at Nan Chen.

"Come on, Miyamoto!"

"Miyamoto-kun, let him know how powerful Fuso Onmyouji is..."

"..."

Nan Chen fixed his eyes on the other party, luckily transporting his dantian.

Cultivation base instantly improved.

In an instant, the more powerful profound energy instantly crushed the opponent's suppression.

At this moment, the arrogant Miyamoto's complexion suddenly changed.

This breath obviously suppressed him and made him feel palpitations.