My Master is Lin Zhengying

After a while, the door was kicked open by someone.

Then, seeing three men with shaved hibiscus heads and wearing kimonos, they rushed straight away.

And the leaders were the three fusang ronin who were beaten up by Nan Chen and others in Zuixianlou.

But this time, besides them, there were eight more people.

Five of them, all like them, accompanied seven of them with double knives.

There is only one, wearing a big white robe, with a black pointed high hat on his head.

Nan Chen had played an Onmyoji game in an island country before.

As soon as this person appeared, Nan Chen locked his eyes on him.

This attire is the traditional attire of Fuso Onmyoji.

Just like the exorcists in the mainland, they wear the same yin and yang robes.

Nan Chen looked at this person carefully. He was of medium build, with a fair face, and on the short side, about [-] meters tall.

However, Nan Chen could feel this person's relatively strong aura of profound energy.

However, it is impossible to judge the cultivation base, but it is definitely not below Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Shengwen saw these Fusang people appear.

Nervous, they stood up with a "bao" sound, looking vigilant.

After seeing Nan Chen and the others, the three Fusang rogues in the head also showed a ferocious expression.

At this time, the fat Kato, with a bandage on one hand, looked at Nan Chen with hatred on his face:

"Baga, do you remember me?"

Nan Chen looked at this little devil and smiled contemptuously:

"What do you mean?

You didn't get beaten enough last time, and you still want to be beaten again? "

After speaking, Nan Chen picked up the tea and took another sip.

Seeing Nan Chen so calm, Jia Teng was very angry.

These days, he often didn't want to find Nan Chen to avenge his broken arm.

But when he thought that the other party was an Eastern Onmyoji, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Until the day before yesterday, they found a Fusang Onmyoji who dared to come to Renjia Town this time.

They arrived in the afternoon and asked the mayor for some details.

After dinner, I went straight to Yizhuang.

For, is revenge.

"Baga, speak wild words."

"Bagar, I will kill him immediately..."

Saying that, the two ronin in the lead pulled out their guns and were about to strike.

But another ronin stopped them:

"Kato, Kojiro, you are not opponents, step down.

With Miyamoto Onmyoji around, he is dead..."

The two agreed and nodded fiercely:

"Hi!"

At the same time, the crowd made way.

Then the Fusang Onmyoji who is about [-] meters tall.

Holding a wooden stick with wind chimes in hand, he walked up step by step.

Several people looked very respectful when they saw this young man.

That Kato just now said respectfully:

"Miyamoto Onmyouji, they are..."

This is Japanese, Nan Chen can't understand it.

But seeing that ronin pointing at them, he understood what he meant.

The onmyoji nodded and took a few steps forward.

Afterwards, he glanced coldly at the faces of the three of Nan Chen.

Then he threw the stick in his hand to the ground.

In an instant, a wave of Gang Qi vibrated, like ripples, constantly stirring around.

Obviously, he wanted to give everyone a blow.