My Master is Lin Zhengying

With the appearance of this stellar energy, Nan Chen was slightly taken aback.

Through judging the strength of the stellar qi, Nan Chen discovered the cultivation level of this Fusang Onmyoji.

He was actually weaker than him, only the sixth level of Huang Jie.

Nan Chen smiled.

I thought that this Fusang Onmyoji was so powerful, but it turned out to be just a monk of the sixth level of the yellow rank.

Although I don't know how he smashed the table five meters away, the way is right in front of us.

Nan Chen's heart instantly returned to his stomach.

Since the opponent's cultivation base is weaker than his, there is no fear of his life.

There is no need to call Dong Xiaoyu to help.

Then, it's time for him to act aggressively and beat up the little devil...

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As soon as Fusang Onmyoji arrived here, he met the three young Nan Chen.

Originally, he wanted to give Nan Chen and others a blow.

But who knows, his actions have exposed his own cultivation.

Now that it's good, Nan Chen not only doesn't have the slightest fear of him, but feels relieved a lot.

When Huang ranks sixth, compared to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, it is still oppressive.

Under the fluctuating bursts of profound energy, the two subconsciously took a step back.

Fusang Onmyoji saw it in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, he said in blunt Chinese:

"You guys are Chinese Taoist priests."

After finishing speaking, he looked proud.

Nan Chen smiled and stood up slowly:

"Yes, we are."

Fusang Onmyoji suddenly smiled:

"That's great, my dear, Taoist Fusang.

I want to use my spells to defeat you Chinese Taoist priests.

Let you see, the Fuso spell is the strongest.

Huaxia Taoist priests, are you ready? "

After finishing speaking, the Fusang Onmyoji held the wooden stick in his hand.

Facing the yard, a stool five meters away was waved.

Nan Chen only felt a burst of strong profound energy.

And the strength of this profound energy simply doesn't match his cultivation at the sixth level of the yellow rank.

In an instant, the stool "clicked", and it fell apart in an instant.

Seeing this, Nan Chen was slightly taken aback.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

According to Nan Chen's cognition.

If you want to smash the tables and chairs five meters away, you need at least the eighth and ninth levels of the yellow rank.

Moreover, it is necessary to perform the ninth move of the Subduing Demon Sword, gather profound energy, and instantly stimulate it to do so.

But the Fusang Onmyoji in front of him, obviously only has the sixth level of the yellow rank, but he can shatter tables and chairs five meters away with his hand.

This made Nan Chen very puzzled.

I don't know how the other party did it, or what special skills they practiced.

Qiu Shengwen just read it, and his face was even more horrified.

Wen Cai was even more amazed:

"Ah, what Awei said is true!"

"He, he is so strong!"

For a while, Qiu Shengwen lost his fighting spirit.

The ronin from the Budokan were very excited when they saw it.

"Miyamoto is amazing!"

"Long live Miyamoto-kun."

"This is my Fusang Onmyouji."