My Master is Lin Zhengying

The ronin was on one side, being beaten and crushed.

Not the slightest splash.

Even Uncle Jiu and the others didn't make a move.

That exits the room middle-aged Fuso Onmyoji.

Completely dumbfounded at this point.

These more than a dozen subordinates are young masters of their Jiuju faction.

This time I came here to let them experience the Central Plains orthodoxy.

But who the hell knows, this has just been handed over.

I was beaten until my mother didn't recognize her.

Screaming again and again.

The disciples behind were also beaten back again and again.

None of them were frightened.

Didn't it mean that the monks in the Central Plains are weak?

Why are they all so fierce?

Ah Hao punched out, directly breaking an onmyoji's nasal bone.

With Jiale's palm, an onmyoji coughed up blood.

With one kick from Qiu Sheng, an onmyoji fainted on the spot.

Even more fierce, Nan Chen is still needed.

The attack was extremely ruthless, and the onmyoji he faced had either broken bones or broken tendons.

When the middle-aged Onmyoji reacted.

His dozen or so disciples were all lying on the ground in disarray.

There were screams and howls again and again.

He was dumbfounded.

The young Onmyoji Miyamoto standing next to him was also dumbfounded.

In terms of age, they are basically the same age.

But why is the opponent so strong?

This face-to-face meeting took less than a minute.

More than a dozen of my fellow disciples were all knocked down...

Nan Chen stood at the door and kicked a Fusang Onmyoji in the stomach.

The guy screamed and passed out on the spot.

At the same time, Nan Chen said coldly to the man:

"You guys don't need to be beaten!"

The middle-aged Onmyoji was furious:

"idiot!"

After finishing speaking, this guy exuded a strong profound pressure directly.

That breath, let alone reached the seventh level of the mysterious rank.

Far from being something that Nan Chen and the younger generation can resist.

However, this breath began to appear.

A powerful aura also appeared behind Nan Chen, covering Nan Chen directly.

Offset the opponent's coercion.

The middle-aged Onmyoji looked shocked.

There are masters of the same level who can counteract his profound energy pressure.

He felt careless. He didn't expect such a strong man to exist in such a small town?

At this moment, his ego became shocked.

Some trepidation.

Then, he saw Uncle Jiu leading Ma Madi, Taoist Qianhe, Taoist Simu, and Master Yixiu out.

That profound energy was emanating from Uncle Jiu.

"master!"

Nan Chen shouted.

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly: