Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Luo Qing waved his hand, and the two men in black robes standing beside Wa Long backed away tremblingly, obviously they hadn't recovered from the fright just now.

"Cooperate well with Taoist priests in the future." Luo Qing turned around, his body gradually becoming illusory: "Remember, as long as you have any betrayal behavior in the future, you will be directly obliterated by the order."

The Taoist priest was a little disappointed, but he turned around and held out his hand with a smile: "Mr. Walong, happy cooperation!"

Wa Long looked at the place where Luo Qing disappeared with a complicated expression. From now on, Wa Long has also become a loyal supporter of others.

"Cooperation. Pleasure"

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Papa Antique Store.

As soon as he came back here, the old man who hadn't put the dragon's blood soil in place suddenly stopped, and then the whole antique shop was lit up with green lights, and a faint roar came in, and he could feel the anger and pain in it.

Chen Long and Xiaoyu looked at each other.

The next moment, Xiaoyu, who was exhausted, suddenly asked Σ(っ°Д°;)っ in horror: "I seem to hear the voice of the Holy Lord again. Is it because I am too tired and have auditory hallucinations? And now my eyes are green, what are you looking at?" They are all green, so I must have hallucinations too! Am I terminally ill, Uncle Long?"

Chen Long covered his face with a slap: "I saw it too, we can't get terminally ill together, right?"

The old man interrupted speechlessly: "Just now the Holy Master escaped from hell. He wanted to invade the old man's antique shop but failed, and now he has escaped."

"That's good, I thought I was terminally ill, it's scary!" Xiaoyu patted her chest, took a long breath, and almost died young.

"Wait!" Chen Long was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale (°Д°), and he was a little dazed: "If magic is real, then Luo Qing"

The old man's expression darkened, and he stepped forward and patted Chen Long on the shoulder: "He doesn't want to be the old man's disciple."

"Is it really hopeless?" Chen Long said in a difficult tone, recalling the young man who always had a gentle smile and shared his interests, he asked a little sentimentally.

"It depends on God's will."

Suddenly, Dad's words were interrupted, and a bald man in black broke into the antique shop: "Chen Long! What happened in San Francisco? Isn't magic fake?"

"It's Black, you sit down first, the matter is a bit complicated, I'll explain it to you slowly." Chen Long comforted him somewhat lacking in interest.

"Slow? Can't be slow. Do you know how many people were killed or injured just now? Now this city has become the focus of the world. I need to come up with a charter, otherwise there may be international collisions. After all, the dragon Xingxuying is not from our side." Black was very anxious and kept pacing back and forth.

Chen Long and his father looked at each other with shock in their eyes. It seems that this is true. In the United States, there is always someone or power to take the blame for anything that happens.

And the phantom of the divine dragon of the Holy Lord seems to be able to represent something.

"Wait a minute"

"Hey, I heard that there is a shortage of people here, so I want to take a look."

Perhaps it was destiny, a simple and honest voice interrupted the increasingly restless atmosphere in the field.

Chen Long, Black, Xiaoyu, and Dad turned their heads together and shouted almost in unison: "True?"

Tru, who was covered in bandages, scratched his head, and said somewhat honestly: "Well, I don't think I have anywhere to go. At the same time, I think I should know something that you don't know."

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San Francisco, FBI headquarters.

Brand, who was being mobilized to rescue the wounded, was suddenly stunned. He felt as if he saw a dragon flying towards him, and then it disappeared.

"Brand, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up, there is a serious shortage of manpower now." A white man next to him called his companion anxiously.

Brand was taken aback, his eyes flashed with scarlet, and he said lightly: "No, you can just go, I have more important things to do."

"Nothing is as important as what is going on now. If you don't go, you will definitely be punished. I don't care about you. I'll go first." The white guy hurriedly finished and ran out the door.

Brand. Oh, no, the Holy Master silently watched the people around him disappear one by one, with a surprised smile on his face.

He searched the original body's memory carefully, and the surprise in his eyes gradually materialized.

"Brand! What's the matter with you? Immediately! Immediately! Go and save people!"

There was a roar, and then a fat middle-aged white man trotted in, looking at the Holy Master angrily.

The holy master's eyes were dim, and a scarlet flash flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, and the blazing flames shot up into the sky. The fat boss in front of him was instantly reduced to ashes without even making a scream.

The Holy Lord cast a glance at the ball of ashes, and walked towards the door calmly.

He stretched out one hand and took out a golden badge from his pocket to play with, a bright smile appeared on his face again, the flame flashed, leaving only a murmur on the spot.

"I didn't expect this organization to still exist."

Chapter 56 The New Evil Spirit

Cliff, castle.

Luo Qing drooped her legs leisurely, looking at the book in her hand with relish.

It has been two days since the soul of the Holy Lord escaped from hell, and during this period, he has been at peace, and Luo Qing is also happy about it.

The black hand's headquarters is being rebuilt, and this time the black hand will serve him wholeheartedly, and he cannot find spells or anything alone.

In addition, the spell tracker made by Daolong didn't move at all, it was almost broken.

I want Daolong to see it, but since he came back that day, he went to upgrade the black warrior, and he hasn't come out yet, so he can only read books here all day.

buzz~

The vibration of the mobile phone broke Luo Qing's calmness, and he picked up the mobile phone to connect.

"Oh? Really? Come right now!"

Putting down the phone, Luo Qing's eyes flashed with excitement. The power of the black market is still reliable, and the evil spirits have got it again, which is very good.

He got up and walked to the library, and took the dozen or so books he had copied about the Feng Shui formation together, and the body turned into a stream of water and quickly disappeared.

The top of the new Blackhand Building.

Luo Qing looked at the hustle and bustle of the city, and was a little silent. What was on the big screen?How did it get hacked?Why was it bombarded by the latest intercontinental missile?

"Senior, look, it's all inside!" The Taoist's voice came, a little cautious.

Luo Qing turned around, looked at the two bloody little flags in front of him, and smiled on his face: "Very well done, these are all the books I can give you so far."

As soon as a black hole appeared, a pile of books fell on the table with a bang.

Surprise (☆o☆) appeared in the eyes of the Taoist priest, but just as his eyes swept over the top book, a mask of pain appeared on his face.

Sure enough, it was his wisdom not to disband the research team. For a salary increase, the elementary school teacher who led the team must have a salary increase!

"Thank you, senior, I will die with all my might!" The Taoist lowered his head so that his expression would not be noticed, and said loudly.

"Don't make that expression, I can't give you the orphan copy, but I can let you print the orphan copy in the future." Luo Qing was also a little embarrassed, but when can such a thing as the orphan copy be used?

Although the magic paper will not decay over the years, it will be destroyed, and it is not as safe as it is in Daolong Base Camp.

Surprise flickered in the eyes of the Taoist priest: "Thank you, senior."

"Okay, what's the situation outside?" Luo Qing pointed to the big screen outside and asked.

"Well, America, they can't go to hell to find the Holy Lord, so that's it." The Taoist thought for a while and said: "The main reason for the commotion this time is to repair the city's money, you know, the city next door The level of devastation is a huge blow to the city."

Luo Qing understood, he thought for a while, and directly ordered: "Let them be quiet, if necessary, we can kill some jumping people, now is not suitable for war."

The Taoist priest frowned slightly, a little embarrassed, for the real high-level, the weight of the black market may not be enough.

Luo Qing glanced at him and shook his head, who told him to be straight?Is this low-key?

So he pointed out: "Who is not obedient, go to his ancestral grave and make some moves, and then threaten it? There are so many killers, no matter how powerful they are, but they are just like that."

The Taoist priest's eyes lit up, and he felt that the door to a new world had been opened. What is a Feng Shui master best at?Isn't that what it is?

Moreover, the other party is just an ordinary person, no matter how high his status is, he will not have a magic resistance bonus. He seems to have seen a huge business opportunity appearing in front of him.

For example, make people unlucky, and then ask that person to pay a high price to solve it, or.

Looking at the Taoist priest, Luo Qing patted him on the shoulder with a smile, picked up the small flag, and disappeared instantly.

This kind of causal-like thing, the early technology is really powerless to fight back, it is easy to handle those few radicals.

Arriving at a secluded rooftop, Luo Qing crushed two small flags without hesitation. In an instant, a chilly atmosphere swept all directions, and two young figures were faintly visible in the sunlight.

Luo Qing frowned slightly, and squatted down to look at these two things. The two babies were on the ground with hands and feet. They were covered in bruises and had no clothes on their bodies, as if they had been discarded when they were just born.

"No wonder there is so much resentment"

Luo Qing muttered and stretched out a hand. In an instant, the two babies melted, turning into blue tattoos and sneaking on Luo Qing's body.

When Luo Qing stood up, some information appeared in his mind.

Newborns come into the world with aura and fear of strangers. Although they have little self-awareness, if they are abandoned and starved to death, their resentment can easily arouse negative emotional feedback.

According to records, there used to be a high-level ghost baby among the undead clan, who was one of the thousands of demon wizards.

But in the Dharma-ending era, the evil spirit and resentment in the world have also declined along with the extraordinary, otherwise it would be easy for all ghosts to gather together.

While thinking about it, Luo Qing also understood the abilities of the two ghost babies. In addition to the common illusion, flight, and evil spirit vision, there are two more, stealth and bewitching!

Babies can only cry. Even if they become evil spirits, they use sounds to attract people. These sounds will be ignored subconsciously, but as long as they are within the baby's crying range and remain unmoved, they will be eaten.

Of course, even if those people were not affected by the bewitching and approached the ghost baby, they would still be killed.

This is what they thought before they died, an adult who wanted to eat the indifferent, an adult who wanted to kill everything.

When the two are combined, it becomes a dead end for ordinary people.

"Poor little guy." Luo Qing murmured, the twins were abandoned by someone, tsk, I don't know what those people think.

Shaking his head, these are not what he should care about. The promotion given to him by the two evil spirits is not bad, and a supernatural power has begun to appear in his body.

He raised his hand, and a gloomy black light flickered, the evil spirit body was officially introduced, and he stepped into the ranks of the extraordinary without the power of tattoos.

Turning around, he set his sights on Chinatown. Sometimes, he may not be able to find traces of the spell on his side, but Papa's Antique Store can definitely!

After looking at the weather in the afternoon, Luo Qing thought about it, and went to buy some afternoon tea.

Maybe it's because he's used to it. When he goes to drop by, he feels that it's not awkward to bring something with him.

Arriving in Chinatown, Luo Qing crushed the last piece of camouflage talisman and secret talisman, and walked slowly towards the antique shop.

bell bell bell.

The bell beside the door rang, and at the same time, there was a somewhat husky greeting: "Welcome to Papa's Antique Store, may I help you?"

Luo Qing looked up, um, Tru?Two months early, or is it coming?

"Hey, Luo Qing, it's been a long time. Let me introduce you. This is Tru, Dad's new apprentice. If you promised that day, he will be your junior."