My Master is Lin Zhengying

But I didn't pay attention to it.

I don't think it's a joke.

But now, Wencai actually said that this is the Jiuju staff of the Jiuju school in Fusang Kingdom?

He took it numbly in his hand, examined it carefully, and danced a few times.

Found it solid, but nothing special.

"Brother, show me 1"

Priest Qianhe said to Ma Ma.

He hemply handed it to Daoist Qianhe.

Daoist Qianhe glanced at it for a few moments, and then poured profound energy into it.

As a result, the next moment, a strange scene appeared.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, this seemingly ordinary stick suddenly had strange energy fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, nine chrysanthemums emerged from the stick.

Daoist Qianhe took advantage of the situation with a wave.

"boom!"

A strong wind suddenly rose.

A burst of profound energy shot out in an instant.

Hit the wall not far away directly.

"boom!"

With a bang, a hole was punched in the wall.

This scene was watched by everyone.

They all opened their mouths in astonishment.

"Damn it, Wen Cai is so fierce?"

Jiale was shocked.

Qingqing covers her mouth.

Ah Hao was also surprised:

"It's no wonder that the last time I saw the text, I was able to release my profound energy. It turned out to be the effect of this stick..."

From southeast to northwest, their eyes widened too.

That blow of profound energy just now was extremely powerful.

When Daoist Qianhe casts it, it is no less than a heavy blow on the ground level.

No one expected that such a powerful magic weapon would be given to Wen Cai by Uncle Jiu.

"Sure enough, it's a good treasure. Such a magic weapon can't be returned to Jiu Ju's school of monsters."

Priest Qianhe opened his mouth.

Then handed it to Wencai.

Wen Cai smiled "hehe".

Casting Wen Cai a hesitant glance, he said to Uncle Jiu:

"Lin Jiu, how did you get such a baby?"

Uncle Jiu smiled:

"I didn't get it, Nan Chen got it, and then gave it to Wen Cai to use..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Nan Chen.

Nan Chen, a young monk with a cultivation level of Huang, can actually get the treasure of the Jiuju School's Zhen School?

"What? Nan Chen? I don't believe it!"

He opened his mouth numbly, shaking his head constantly.

Not only did he not believe it.

The rest didn't believe it either.

Nan Chen smiled lightly:

"Uncle, I snatched this stick from a disciple of the Jiuju School.

That disciple was the master's birthday last time.

Invited by the ronin who was beaten up by us in Zuixian Tower.

At that time, we didn't know how powerful this stick was, but after the appraisal by the master, we found out that it was the staff of Jiuju..."

Nan Chen told the cause and effect of the incident.