Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

They are not even thugs, at most they are servants who serve tea and water.

At least that's what the Holy Lord thinks.

The Holy Lord himself does not think highly of the level and strength of the Shadow Ninja, and in his heyday, what could the Holy Lord not do?

Using magic is even easier than using shadow!

The Holy Lord values ​​them only because of their ability to travel through the Shadow Kingdom.

It's still okay to deliver letters and run errands.

But just because the Holy Lord doesn't like it doesn't mean Jiang Shi Nian doesn't like it!

He needs these valuable errands right now——

After all, they can do everything except fighting.

It would be great to let them all search for lost treasures, magic books, etc. around the world for you.

"Before the cattle talisman was stolen, how could there be so many old ladies who needed help crossing the road?"

Jiang Shi Nian pondered for a moment, and suddenly a good idea came to his mind.

"The description only says that the task can be completed repeatedly, but it doesn't say that you have to help a thousand old ladies cross the road!"

"Then I can just ask an old lady for help a thousand times and that'll be it!"

Jiang Shi Nian's blood-red eyes became brighter, and his heart gradually became abnormal... no, excited.

Sure enough, this is the correct way to open the system!

“Hahahaha! Cough cough!”

Jiang Shi Nian couldn't help laughing again and coughed quickly, "No, why do I laugh so evilly now..."

Still hegemonic?

Isn't this the laughter of a villain? He is the man who wants to build a bridge of friendly communication with all the worlds!

"Could it be that I have been affected by the Holy Lord's body? Damn it! Could it be that the Holy Lord's soul is still in this body?"

Jiang Shi Nian felt a little uneasy. He looked inside his body but found nothing.

In the end, he had to give up thinking about where the original Holy Lord had gone.

After all, what he has to do now is to use the power of the system to continuously strengthen himself!

When it comes to the point where even my father is helpless, with the power of talismans and other worlds, what kind of trouble can a tiny Holy Lord's soul cause?

"The Lord tampered with the mask at the time, causing it to forcibly extract the power of the mask to control the subordinates who helped it do chores. So I have no idea whether these shadows are truly loyal to me or are just forced to obey because of the masks."

"Moreover, the control of the mask is in my hands. In addition, the seal of the mask has been damaged over a long period of time. The number of ninjas I can control is even smaller."

"I hope the black shadow ninja rewarded by the system will be in a shape that is completely mine."

To have these one thousand shadow ninjas, all Jiang Shi Ninja needed to do was to drag an old lady across the road a thousand times. It was very easy, so Jiang Shi Nin naturally could not refuse this task.

"Alright, shadows, go ahead! Do as I tell you!"

The dark shadow that remained here was also sent away by Jiang Shi Nian.

The target this time is the Bull Warrior!

And grandma.

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Mexico.

In a small town.

A young man in a blue shirt and a big cowboy hat stood at the entrance of the street, constantly talking to a little girl in front of him.

"Xiao Yu!" The man's tone was serious yet helpless.

Looking at this quirky niece, Jackie Chan felt a little headache.

"You have to remember what I said. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you can't be as competitive as you are now, understand? You have to be more humble. It's not okay to be too aggressive."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Xiaoyu also had a big cowboy hat on her head, which was completely inconsistent with her small body.

Facing Jackie Chan's preaching, Xiaoyu spoke with a smile, as if saying, "You are right, I agree with everything."

"So Uncle Long, when you see a strong man running towards you in the wrestling ring and trying to knock you off the ring with one punch! That's the last resort! Shouldn't you fight back? You should also knock him down! That way he won't knock you down."

Xiaoyu looked at her Uncle Long with anticipation, hoping that he would agree to participate in the wrestling match that she and Parker had agreed upon.

This Parker is a little boy she met here today.

The guy said his idol Bull Warrior is invincible.

Xiaoyu didn't believe it at all.

After what happened with the chicken spell last time, Xiaoyu thought that her Uncle Long was the coolest, so she directly refuted back.

As a result, the two children refused to give in and quarreled for a long time.

It turned out that both parties were very shameless and neither could convince the other.

Only then was the wrestling match agreed upon for tonight.

They want to let their idols fight it out on the field to see who will beat whom!

"Uh......"

Jackie Chan was speechless for a moment and shook his head helplessly.

"Xiaoyu, as long as I don't go to the ring, I won't meet a strong man who wants to knock me down!"

He exhaled deeply: "I've already told you, don't have so many weird ideas in your head, Xiaoyu! It's better to be a quiet and cute little girl, stay at home and do your homework, how great!"

Chapter 14 The talisman is on the mask?

"Doing homework?"

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and then showed her signature smirk.

"Of course I will do my homework, but since you don't have anything to do tonight, Uncle Long, why don't you just go and join us, okay?"

She hugged Jackie Chan's thighs and started to act coquettishly.

"I made a bet with Parker that you will definitely beat that bull warrior who never washes his mask in the arena!"

"How can someone never wash their mask?" Jackie Chan couldn't persuade Xiaoyu at all. He grabbed the promotional poster of the arena from Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Besides, I don't have anything to do! Didn't we come here just to look for the talisman?"

"Dad said that the talisman must not fall into the hands of bad people, we..." Jackie Chan was about to nag, but when he unfolded the promotional poster and looked at the burly man wearing a bull-head mask, he suddenly paused.

Xiaoyu rubbed her head against Jackie Chan's thigh. "Dad only said the talisman is in Mexico, but this place is so big, isn't that far away? We can't find it by ourselves!"

"Well, but maybe it's right in front of us?" Jackie Chan asked without blinking.

"What?" Xiaoyu was stunned and looked up.

Seeing Jackie Chan staring at the poster she handed over, she couldn't help but move her feet and change the direction to look.

The poster that was spread out showed a dark-skinned man with a mask on his head, a sturdy build, and bulging muscles.

"This is the Bull Warrior! But what happened to him? Uncle Long, have you decided to fight him?"

"Yes, huh? Yes to what? No!" Jackie Chan was about to nod, but suddenly reacted.

He pointed to the center of the bull warrior's mask, where an octagonal stone was inlaid, with a bison drawn on it with a few simple strokes.

"It's here! A charm!"

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evening.

At the entrance of the Colosseum.

There were crowds of people, many of whom came to watch the game in strange costumes.

Xiaoyu stood aside waiting for Jackie Chan to buy a ticket, and suddenly shouted, "Hey, Uncle Long!"

"what happened?"

Jackie Chan was troubled by his niece, but he had to ask her patiently.

"I just think you should go fight that bull warrior tonight." Xiaoyu pouted innocently, "After all, you are good at kung fu, right?"

"Kung Fu isn't for fighting, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan tried his best to persuade the ticket seller, handed the money to the ticket seller, and then took out two tickets from the window.

He handed one of the cards to Xiaoyu, and then said helplessly: "Don't always have such strange thoughts in your little head. Kung Fu is used to protect yourself, not to cause trouble."

at the same time.

A little further behind the two men, several people in brightly colored robes were staring at them intently.

Among them, Tru's figure was the most obvious. He was so strong that he could not be blocked by any pedestrians.

And in front of Tru.

Afen and Lasu were wearing a green robe and a red robe respectively, and they looked like fried tomatoes and green peppers.

Standing there, out of place with the surroundings.

Both of them wore large straw hats on their heads, trying to blend in with the revelers.

"It turns out that Jackie Chan is a sports fan." Ah Fen couldn't help but smack his lips when he saw that Jackie Chan actually took his young niece to watch a wrestling match.

"what."

Lasu's voice sounded hoarse and low, and there was a Band-Aid on his nose, and no one knew what it was for.

He looked at Ah Fen and said disdainfully: "Everyone knows that wrestling is fake."

Tru stood there, remaining silent.

His cold eyes were always fixed on Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu, and he only wanted to complete the task assigned by his master as soon as possible.

"Uncle Long, since we are all here, why don't we give it a try? Maybe you will be on TV and become a wrestling star!"