"Um?"

Chen Qiu's expression changed for a moment. He looked at Hua Qing and raised his eyebrows.

It means, can you bear this?

Hua Qing shrugged and then thrust at the fleet.

It means that the situation is a bit subtle and not as simple as it seems.

"Okay."

Chen Qiu said to the people around him:

"Zhuoran, you and Kongjian and others were tired all night, so go to the boat to rest.

Tie Niu, please come here, Yu Niang and Hua Qing, come with me to meet those Japanese people.”

Everyone had no objection. After more than ten days, the group set out from the beach, under the escort of the Seven Demons of the Yellow Springs, and walked towards the dent of the coast of the West Bay of Flower and Bird Island. The people from the Three Hans and Long Ma Kingdom were resting there.

After leaving the beach, Hua Qing explained:

"That group of Japanese people is not afraid. Zhuoran and I can defeat them, but I noticed a familiar breath, right in the fleet."

"A familiar breath?"

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes.

He said:

"Is it Qingyuejun's old friend?"

"Um."

Hua Qing said with a serious expression:

"The old ghost has too many memories, and I can't tell who the person is.

But if you guess correctly, you have already distinguished it with the faint aura. You should be the descendant of a certain immortal king a thousand years ago, just like the relationship between Ah Qing and Yaoguang king."

Chen Qiu nodded, and then looked at the monk Zhenji who was dressed in a traditional Japanese monk beside him, and he asked:

"Master Zhenji, I heard you talk about the scenery of Japan before. I know that your emperor is known to be a line of eternity. It is a bloodline that has not been cut off since thousands of years ago.

Moreover, your emperor also claims to be the orthodox bloodline of a great god, right?"

"Um"

The old monk Zhenji said seriously:

"The reason why Japan can maintain basic people's livelihood in more than a hundred years of war is because the emperor is in charge of the country. The emperor's bloodline is not nonsense, it is really magical.

When the old monk was young, he returned to Japan from the Buddhist teachings learned from Middle-earth. He was summoned by the previous emperor and entered the Imperial Palace.

The old monk didn't know other magical things.

But the old monk was sure that the emperors of all generations had a pair of eyes to break the delusion. Such methods were useless to ordinary warriors, but once they encountered supernatural things, they could see through them at a glance.

Even if there are all kinds of wonderful methods, they cannot be blocked.

This is why the Penglai thieves must ban the Emperor from the Imperial Palace before rioting in Japan. They seem to be afraid of the Emperor's superpowers and stay away from him."

"Destroy the delusion? It's wonderful."

Chen Qiu's fingers curled up suddenly, but the next moment, he relaxed again.

He raised his head and looked at the camp close to him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and it was fleeting. He said:

"Let's go, everyone, go and meet the people from Longma Kingdom and see what the abacus they are doing."

The group approached the camp twenty feet and were blocked by a group of guards wearing black bodies, ghostly faces, three long warriors and slingers holding cross halberds.

They stood in front of them, shouting Japanese, and their eyes kept on their cloaks, but they looked at the Seven Demons of the Yellow Springs, which was very difficult to mess with.

Really ignorant.

Among this group of people, the Seven Demons of the Yellow Springs are the least threatening ones.

"Dao をあける! (Get out!)"

Monk Zhenji took a step forward, put his left hand on his chest, and held a Zen staff and magic weapon in his right hand. His treasure was solemn, and he shouted loudly:

"The people save the world and dominate the great saint! Sakamoto Ryuma comes!

(The Great Sword Saint of the Otian who saved the people is here! Let Sakamoto Ryuma come here immediately!)”

"Master Magi of Hieiyama Shinji?"

The leader of the personal guard seemed to recognize Monk Zhenji at a glance. He hurried forward, shouted back to the guards, and carefully identified them. Seeing that it was Monk Zhenji, he immediately stepped forward respectfully.

This old monk is really famous in Japan.

The old monk Zhenji whispered a few words to the captain. The shorter head but very honest, and at first glance, he was the brave captain of the guard. His eyes looked at Chen Qiu and became awe.

Needless to say.

It must have been Monk Zhenji who added fuel to the fire and boasted about Chen Qiu's deeds.

Hey, this is a mess, it makes people feel embarrassed.

Chen Qiu thought to himself.

But the smile on his face became softer.

Who doesn't like to listen to good things?

If you really don't like it, there is definitely something wrong with it.

But these boastful words were naturally quite different when spoken by a monk Zhenji, who was highly respected and one of the "Nine Ghosts Killing" in Japan.

The captain did not dare to be negligent, and turned around and returned to the camp with quick steps.

The steps were in a strong Penglai style, and Chen Qiu shook his head repeatedly.

Sure enough, even though Longma Kingdom escaped from Japan, it still could not escape the influence of Penglai. He looked at the large fleet outside the sea and thought to himself that if this force really needs to be used, he must first eliminate the risks.

However, these Dragon and Horse people dare to swagger to meet Chen Qiu and his party on the Flower and Bird Island. Wouldn't they be worried about the spies in Penglai among them?

Or are they prepared for this?

Where does faith come from?
Chapter completed!