My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Damn, what a dick? Think we are transparent people?"

The four-eyed priest also snorted coldly:

"Go to your mother's Jiuju faction, get lost.

Otherwise, I'm welcome to fix the blame! "

Priest Qianhe also took a step forward:

"These Fusang onmyojis have long been disliked by poor Taoists."

Uncle Jiu also raised his brows:

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

The middle-aged man is one of the dispatched envoys of the Jiuju School.

In Fusang, he is also a well-known onmyoji.

The purpose of his coming to the Central Plains was to take back the Jiuju staff under orders.

In his eyes, this is a comfortable job.

After all, according to Miyamoto, the guy who snatched his staff was only Huang Jie.

With him, there is a world of difference.

Now, see your authority challenged.

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

But he considered himself a person of status, and did not choose to do it himself.

Just said coldly:

"Don't eat the toast, eat fine wine. Kill a few first..."

Before the words fell, the guy waved his hand.

A group of ronin boys standing behind him responded one after another:

"Hi!"

Immediately, he raised the long knife violently.

The middle-aged onmyoji turned around and walked out of the yard.

Going to take a few breaths of fresh air and wait for the fight to end.

Then slowly interrogate Nan Chen.

At this point, the atmosphere was very tense.

Obviously, it's time to start a fight.

Nan Chen moved his wrist.

Damn it, fighting during Chinese New Year is really unlucky.

But for the Fusang people, it doesn't matter even if they are killed.

Qiusheng Wencai, Jiale Qingqing, southeast and northwest, Ahao and Aqiang, all crowded together.

Each one is being treated seriously.

Get ready to fight with these Fuso Onmyouji.

And those onmyojis, although they are practitioners.

But the strength is not strong, only the fourth or fifth level of the yellow rank.

In the eyes of Nan Chen and others, it is basically the level of soy sauce.

Now a swarm of bees squeezed in.

Raising the long knife, he slashed at Nan Chen and the others in front of him.

Seeing this, Nan Chen dodged and kicked up.

The onmyoji screamed and was kicked over.

At the same time, Qiusheng Jiale and Ahao went down the mountain like a tiger.

Although he didn't hold a weapon in his hand, he was fierce at the moment.

Directly knock down the rest of the people who rushed into the house.

North, south, east, and west are directly blocked at the door.

Some people behind were blocked from the outside.

Literary talents, A Qiang, Qing Qing and the others were even more reaping in the back.

Facing those Fusang rogues who were knocked down, they just slumped.

If you don't cough up blood, you will never stop.

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