My Master is Lin Zhengying

Inside the stick, profound energy actually flowed.

Uncle Jiu hastily put down the teacup in the other hand.

Then he showed his true color and looked carefully.

Touch the nine chrysanthemums above with your hands.

The more he looked, the more startled he became.

Nanchen Qiusheng Wencai didn't know Fusang's sect, but he, Lin Jiu, had been in the world for many years.

When he was young, he fought against many Fusang sects.

He still has a certain understanding of some schools of Fusang.

Especially the largest Fusang sect, the Jiuju sect.

At this time, Uncle Jiu looked at the nine chrysanthemums on the chrysanthemum stick, and they were still golden, he couldn't help being a little shocked.

In his cognition, the Jiuju school worships chrysanthemums.

And I like to depict chrysanthemums on my clothes and ritual instruments.

The more chrysanthemums on the clothes, the higher the status of this person in the Jiuju school.

The highest is nine flowers.

The same is true for magic tools.

But now, there are nine chrysanthemums on the stick.

That proves that this stick is not ordinary.

It must be the treasure level of the Fusang Jiuju school.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for nine chrysanthemums to appear.

The color is still gold.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Uncle Jiu was a little shocked, he had already seen the extraordinaryness of this stick:

"Wen Cai, tell me about it in detail.

How did you get this stick? "

Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng were sparring and practicing, so they didn't pay attention to this side.

When Wen Cai was questioned, Uncle Jiu had a solemn expression on his face, not daring to hide anything.

Quickly, he told the whole story.

Said that after he left, the ronin who was beaten last time found this Fusang onmyoji.

In the end, he was beaten, and the stick fell here.

At the same time, Wen Cai demonstrated to Uncle Jiu the ability of the chrysanthemum stick to hit objects in the air.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but gasped and said:

"Wen Cai, this stick.

I'm afraid it is the treasure of the Jiuju faction. "

"No way, master! Is this broken stick the treasure of the Fusang sect?"

Wen Cai didn't believe it.

With that said, Uncle Jiu took the stick.

He circulated his profound energy secretly, and struck the ground with a pestle.

Just hear a "bang".

The stick suddenly vibrated with a strong aura.

At the same time, around the stick.

Nine illusory golden chrysanthemums unexpectedly emerged.

Constantly circling around this stick...

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As soon as Uncle Jiu used the Jiuju Staff, Nan Chen Qiusheng, who was practicing duel, was attracted.

They all stopped and turned to look at Uncle Jiu and Wen Cai.

Seeing this, one can't help showing surprise.

I saw Uncle Jiu holding a chrysanthemum stick.

Nine golden chrysanthemums appeared around the stick.

The phantom hovered, releasing bursts of Zhiyang Gangqi.