Onmyoji, who was called Miyamoto, directly identified Nanchen.

At the beginning, he was defeated by Nanchen.

The Nine Ju Tao Staff also fell into the charity village.

At that time, Nanchen just thought the stick was good, but unexpectedly, it was recognized by Uncle Jiu.

This turned out to be the treasure of the Jiuju and the Jiuju Temple in Fusang Island Country.

Nanchen didn't dodge his eyes, and just stared at the guy named Miyamoto.

Uncle Jiu had already spoken before, but it was still impossible to repay the stick.

This Jiuju and Yi Sect is the largest sect in Fusang.

In my Central Plains, it may not be.

Moreover, in our land, we have always been in power, bullying our people, and suppressing our fellow workers.

Even if the stick is destroyed, it is impossible to return it to the Fusang people.

Nanchen had no expression on his face and no attitude.

The middle-aged Fusang man who has a high opinion of himself.

But he showed a fierce look, and his eyes emitted a dazzling murderous look.

He looked at Nanchen and said fiercely:

"Soga!

You immediately hand over the staff.

Otherwise, you all die!”

After saying that, more than a dozen Fusang ronin behind him drew their long swords.

Obviously, it was threatening Nanchen and everyone present.

Nanchen is not afraid at all:

"Is that so? Then you can try it, who will die!"

After Nanchen said that, Mamadi's mouth shot directly:

"Damn it, what kind of dick? Do we think we are transparent people?"

Taoist Simu also snorted coldly:

"Go to your damn Jiuju, get out quickly.

Otherwise, I'm welcome to wait for the mistake of repairing me!"

Master Qianhe also took a step forward:

"I have long disliked these Fusang Onmyojis."

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows too:

"You'd better leave immediately, or you'll bear the consequences..."

The middle-aged man was one of the sentry envoys of Jiuju's sect.

In Fusang, he is also a famous Onmyoji.

His purpose in coming to Central Plains was to take back the Jiuju Staff.

In his eyes, this is a comfortable job.

After all, the guy who snatched his staff from Miyamoto was only at the yellow level of cultivation.

There is a world of difference from him.

Now, see that your authority is challenged.

It was still a few old guys, which made him very upset.

But he thought he was a person with status and did not choose to do it himself.

Just said coldly:

"If you don't eat toast, you will be punished for wine. Kill a few first..."

Before he finished speaking, the guy waved his hand.

The ronin brothers standing behind him responded:

"Hi!"

Then, he held up a long sword suddenly.

The middle-aged Onmyoji turned around and walked outside the yard.

I plan to take a few breaths of fresh air and wait for the battle to end.

Slowly interrogate Nanchen.

At this time, the atmosphere was very tense.

Obviously, it's about to start the fight.

Nanchen moved his wrists.

Damn, the fight during the Chinese New Year is really unlucky.

But even if the Fusang people were killed, it didn't matter.

Qiu Sheng Wencai, Jiale Qingqing, southeast, northwest, Ahao and Aqiang all squeezed up.

Take them seriously.

Prepare to start a fight with these Fuso Onmyoji.

And those Onmyoji are practitioners.

But his strength is not strong, he only looks like a level 4 or 5 of the yellow level.

In the eyes of Nanchen and others, they are basically at the level of making soy sauce.

Now they are rushing in.

He raised his long sword and slashed at the current Nanchen and others.

Seeing this, Nanchen dodged and kicked it.

The Onmyoji screamed and was kicked over.

At the same time, Qiu Sheng Jiale Ah Hao was like a tiger going down the mountain.

Although I didn't hold a weapon in my hand, I was so excited now.

He knocked down all the other people who rushed into the room.

It was blocked directly at the door, southeast, west and north.

Block some people behind.

Wencai, Aqiang, Qingqing and the other two were harvesting from behind.

He slapped at the knocked Fusang ronin.

I will never stop if I don’t get coughed up blood.

As a result, the battle started less than thirty seconds.

The ronin was overwhelmed and beaten.

No waves were caused.

Even Uncle Jiu and others did not take action.

The middle-aged Fusang Onmyoji exited the room.

At this time, I was completely stunned.

These more than ten subordinates are young masters in their Jiuju faction.

This time I came here to let them see the Central Plains Taoist tradition.

But who knows, I just got the fight.

I was beaten so hard that my mother didn't recognize her.

Screaming in succession.

The disciples behind were also beaten backwards.

No one was scared silly.

Didn’t it mean that the Central Plains monks are so weak?

Why are they all so fierce?

Ah Hao punched out and directly broke a Onmyoji's nose bone.
To be continued...