My Master is Lin Zhengying

As soon as the middle-aged man entered the room, he glanced at everyone.

Then he sneered and said in blunt Chinese:

"Yoxi, it smells so good.

But today, you all have to be obedient.

Otherwise, I, the Jiuju faction, will crush your place.

kill all of you..."

As soon as these words came out, Jiushu, Qianhe, Ma Madi, Simu and even Master Yixiu felt their hearts jump suddenly.

They have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and they have all heard the name of "Nine Chrysanthemums".

This is a big school of Fusang, and disciples often walk around in the Central Plains.

But appearing here now, what's the matter?

But Uncle Jiu vaguely guessed what was going on.

Nine Chrysanthemum Staff.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Wencai.

As for Wen Cai, this time, he didn't have the slightest fear, and held his head high.

After the middle-aged man opposite said this.

Before Nan Chen could respond.

That guy turned his face to Miyamoto, and said in blunt Chinese:

"Miyamoto-kun, who stole the staff? Point it out."

Miyamoto nodded sharply:

"Hi!"

After speaking, the guy took a step forward.

He found Nan Chen directly among the crowd.

His eyes showed killing intent and coldness at this moment.

Pointing at Nan Chen, he said:

"Master Kudo, that's him..."

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The onmyoji named Miyamoto directly identified Nan Chen.

At the beginning, he was defeated by Nan Chen.

As a result, the staff of Jiuju fell into Yizhuang.

At that time, Nan Chen just thought the stick was good, but what he didn't expect was that Uncle Jiu identified it.

This turned out to be the most precious treasure of the Jiuju school, the Jiuju staff, in the island country of Fusang.

Nan Chen didn't look away, just stared at the guy called Miyamoto quietly.

Uncle Jiu had already said that it was still impossible to return the stick.

The Jiuju school is the largest school in Fusang.

In my Central Plains, it may not be.

Moreover, on our land all year round, domineering, bullying our people, and suppressing our comrades.

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

Nan Chen was expressionless, without any attitude.

That middle-aged Fusang man with high self-esteem.

But he showed a ferocious look, and his eyes exuded a dazzling murderous look.

He and Nan Chen looked at each other, and said fiercely at the same time:

"Crap!

You land, immediately, immediately, hand over the staff.

Otherwise, you are all dead! "

After finishing speaking, more than a dozen Fusang ronin behind him drew out their long swords one after another.

Obviously, they were threatening Nan Chen and everyone present.

Nan Chen has no fear at all:

"Really? Then try it out, who will die!"

After Nan Chen finished speaking, Ma Madi immediately burst out: