"War?"

Staranch, who had already taken a step, paused, and looked at Zhang Jinyang who was looking up and down with his hands behind his back in confusion, but before he could ask again, a loud shout came from the corridor upstairs:

"Staranch, who's with you?"

It didn't sound very friendly, but the concern in it was obvious, but the big black man who rushed out with the voice startled Zhang Jinyang, this black man looked very rough, and jumped down directly from the second floor and stood in front of him, full of vigilance.

This guy has a solid step under his feet, holding a short staff in front of him and behind him, and the head of the cane is high and pointed directly at his throat, and he is actually in the posture of a flat gun.

Zhang Jinyang's eyebrows twitched: "What the hell? You are also a mage? Do you have any misunderstanding about this profession? Is your ancestor called Gandalf?"

A cold, indistinguishable voice rang out on the stairs on the other side: "Our founder is Agamotto, not Gandalf - and I don't know any mages named Gandalf.

And Your Excellency ...... Who are you?"

Zhang Jinyang stretched out a hand and carefully observed the palm prints on it: "You are making trouble here, you are killing people and overstepping goods, there is a turtle and turtle subspecies that folds the space at will and wants to blow up the building, don't you ask the landlord's opinion?"

The...... Are you the leader of these warrior monks?

This is a master with a light head, although there is no ring scar, but the indifference and tranquility on his body is the same as those eminent monks and virtues that Zhang Jinyang has seen, plus the fighting methods of those people before, as well as the clothing of these people, Zhang Jinyang feels that they must be from a hidden temple.

And only these Buddha's attendants will willingly guard for many years in order to seal or guard some kind of "world destroyer", maybe those raccoons are traitors among them, coveting the power of the world destroyer, wanting to release that thing that I don't know what it is.

What Strange said just now, that Casillas wanted to summon the destroyer of the world, so that the thing was banished, which is also in the style of those Buddha's attendants - but the warrior monks of this temple are all kinds of colors, and they seem quite enlightened.

If this is the case, then it should not be that the Divine Spear Bureau and the domestic sects do not have their information, but because the time is too long, these materials are not open to them as martial artists, and it should be those historical researchers who study them.

His words made the master raise his eyebrows, and there was a little fireworks: "You can call me the ancient 'mage', we are not warrior monks.

As for what you're talking about, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid the mortal authorities are not equipped to handle such a thing...... Get out of here, it's for your own good. ”

Zhang Jinyang sighed: "The tone that annoys you antiques the most, as if it will be finished without your world." ”

And the Ancient One Mage nodded very sincerely: "You're right, the temple has guarded the earth for more than a thousand years, just to prevent the invasion of the dark space here, and this time is no exception." ”

In the dark space, Zhang Jinyang blinked: "Dormammu, the source of the neurotic infection that claims to be the end of the world?

Ha, looking at his lack of sleep, I thought it was the Thousand-Throated Beast who was to blame......"

With a wave of his hand, a strange pendant around Strange's neck was copied in his hand, and the movement was so light and fast that no one responded to it:

"I don't care what you want to do, this is New York, and any otherworldly combat is forbidden, and you guys want to make trouble if you guys are quiet and no one cares...... Don't think that if you stop Dormammu, you can be arrogant in front of me!"

His movements were so sudden that Strange didn't react at all, and Gu Yi's eyes froze, stopping the black monk's movements: "Wait a minute, Master Mordu."

Who are you, and why did you know the Eye of Agamotto, and if you return it, will I forgive you for the sins you offended, or ...... Will you die Casillas' foreign aid?"

Zhang Jinyang picked up this strange pendant and put it in front of his eyes:

"Eyes of Agamotto?

There are also people who contact Dormammu in search of power, and they are also not qualified to keep such things - I'm not talking about the raccoons, the ancient one...... Lord Dark Mage. ”

Master Mordo couldn't hold back any longer this time, and his eyes were about to split: "Nonsense! You are just a mortal who doesn't know anything! How can you understand the greatness and hardships of the Ancient One Master!"

Before the words fell, he jumped over with an arrow step, his feet did not touch the ground and he jumped up violently, and the short staff in his hand slashed straight down with his head and head.

Strange exclaimed, "Be merciful!"

A burst of fire had exploded between the two of them, and the figure that rushed over was thrown high and fell to the ground in an arc.

Zhang Jinyang didn't know when he was holding a grenade gun in his hand: "I'm sorry, it's unlikely if you want to keep your hand."

Attacks on law enforcement officers are all killed, especially when we have identified ourselves. ”

Strange didn't care what he said, and quickly ran over and knelt in front of the unconscious Mage Mordo to begin a series of examinations.

The Ancient One mage also jumped down, her face sank like water, and her tone became stern: "Hand over the Eye of Agomoto, spare you from death." ”

Zhang Jinyang's face turned hideous: "Old thing, can't you understand people's words?

An old thing made the ancient mage raise his eyebrows upside down, his apricot eyes widened, no one had dared to talk to her like this for so many years, and he simply stretched out his arms, and a fan appeared on each hand, shining like molten iron like the rope used by those raccoons.

Zhang Jinyang tilted his head, the grenade gun and the eye of Agomoto in his hand were tucked into the back of his windbreaker, and when he took it out again, he held an iron rod in one hand, pulled two flowers, and brought a whining wind:

"I haven't fought with the heirs of Fan Gong yet, and I've been using this gun for many years, and I don't know if Kung Fu has regressed. ”

The pair of iron rods in his hand are exquisitely shaped, the tail is a golden and pointed Hanzhi bone, the fingers are loosely intertwined, the red rope like a branch on the handle flashes between the loose fingers, the head of the dragon swallows the mouth at the gauntlet, and a meter-long bright silver bamboo whip spits out from the dragon's mouth.

Another deliberate slight change in complexion was that these two bright silver slub whips were the thickness of her wrists, and it was unreasonable to be a little farther away from the swallow to the whip, and I didn't know that the thinner the iron whip was in the shout, but the steel whip of the same thickness from head to tail.

With such a heavy weapon, Zhang Jinyang not only could pull out the whip flower casually, but the air with it was whining, and the steel whip was also trembling by his movements, as if it was not metal, but real bamboo.