As soon as Fusang Onmyoji arrived here, he met the young Nanchen and the other three.

I originally wanted to give Nanchen a warning.

But who knew that his actions exposed his own cultivation.

Now that we are at a loss, Nanchen not only did not fear him at all, but was much more relieved.

When it comes to the sixth level of the Yellow Level, it is still oppressive compared to Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

Under the fluctuations of the mysterious qi wind, the two subconsciously took a step back.

Fusang Onmyoji saw it and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, he spoke in a stiff Chinese:

"You guys are Chinese Taoist priests."

After saying that, he looked arrogant.

Nan Chen smiled and stood up slowly:

"Yes, we are."

Fusang Onmyoji suddenly smiled:

"That's great, I, Taoist Fusang.

I want to use my spell to defeat you Chinese Taoist priests.

Let you see, Fusang spell is the strongest.

Chinese Taoist priests, are you ready?"

After saying that, the wooden stick in the hands of the Fusang Onmyoji.

He waved a stool five meters away in front of the yard.

Nanchen only felt a strong burst of mysterious energy.

And the intensity of this mysterious energy is simply inconsistent with his cultivation level of the sixth level of the yellow level.

In an instant, the stool cracked and it broke into pieces in an instant.

Seeing this, Nan Chen was slightly stunned.

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

According to Nanchen's cognition.

If you want to break up tables and chairs five meters away, you need to have the lowest level of the yellow level eighth level and ninth level.

In addition, you also need to use the ninth sword move of the Demon-Subduing Sword to gather mysterious energy and instantly stimulate it.

But the Fusang Onmyoji in front of him was obviously only at the sixth level of the yellow level, but he could shatter the tables and chairs five meters away with his hand.

This made Nanchen very puzzled.

I don’t know how the other party did it, or what special skills he practiced.

Qiu Shengwen read it and looked even more shocked.

Wencai was even more amazed:

"Ah, what Ah Wei said is true!"

"He, he is so strong!"

For a time, Qiu Shengwen lost her fighting spirit.

When the ronin from the martial arts hall saw it, they were all extremely excited.

"Miyamoto is amazing!"

"Long live Miyamoto-kun."

"This is my Fusang Onmyoji."

"In front of me, Fusang Onmyoji, they are all waste."

“…”

A group of ronin praised Miyamoto Onmyoji while speaking in a not-so-fresh Chinese.

Nan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he could not see why the other party could raise his hand and break the bench five meters away.

But Nanchen did not have any fear or fear.

More importantly, it is considered to be a special exercise of Fusang.

It is not a random inspiration of one's own mysterious energy.

If that is the case, unless the Taoist practice is above the third level of the Xuan level, it will not be possible at all.

So, Nanchen took back his mind and calmed down his emotions.

Qiu Sheng Wencai has already looked at Nanchen:

"Teacher, junior brother, what should I do!"

"Junior brother, this kid is very strong!

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

Nanchen smiled:

"Brother, second brother, you guys back. Let me do it!"

After saying that, Nanchen took a step forward.

Looking at the smug Fusang Onmyoji with cold eyes:

"Since I'm here to find fault, come on! I'll be your opponent."

Nanchen just finished speaking.

The ronin, who was named Kato, had his arm broken by Nanchen last time.

Already spoke to Fusang Onmyoji:

"Miyomoto, he is the one who hurt me."

Fusang Onmyoji nodded:

"Don't worry, Kato-kun, I won't kill him, I will keep a breath and wait for revenge."

After saying that, Fusang Onmyoji looked at Nanchen again:

"I, Fusang Jiuju, Miyamoto Kaya.

Chinese Taoist priests, come and sign up."

When Nanchen heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Jiuju is the Fusang sect that appeared in another movie of Uncle Jiu.

It seems that the world is not only chaotic, but also connected most movies of Uncle Jiu and combined them together.

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

It doesn’t matter now, don’t talk about the Nine Ju and One Sect.

Even if you need to fight the Chrysanthemum Piano, you have to fight today.

"Maoshan Nanchen!"

"Yoxi, the descendant of Maoshan.

Draw your sword!”

Nanchen smiled:

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

When the other party heard this, he was furious:

"Arrogant guy!"

After saying that, his whole body trembled.

A strong mysterious aura burst out, and the other party held a wooden stick and directly hit Nanchen.

"Come on Miyamoto!"

"Miyamoto-kun, let him know how powerful our Fusang Onmyoji..."

“…”

Nan Chen's eyes locked on the other party and his qi fortune dantian.

The cultivation level was instantly improved.

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

At this moment, the arrogant Miyamoto's face suddenly changed.
To be continued...