[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

The old man cast air magic to form a bubble-like magic barrier to envelop the Flying Shadow Corps, and the Flying Shadow Corps slowly landed on the boat.

Merrell patted Feiying's head as usual to make them return to the shadow kingdom. Even with Daddy's magic barrier, it was just to prevent Feiying from being wiped out by Constantine's magic.

The powerful power to expel magic still makes the Shadow Corps feel pain and anxiety.

Merrell has always favored the Black Shadow Corps, so he naturally would not let the Black Shadow Corps get hurt, so he sent them back to the Shadow Kingdom.

Constantine poked the transparent barrier like soap bubbles with great interest.

"Is this air magic?" Constantine asked, "You didn't tell me that there is a master of air magic in your team."

Qi magic is a spell used by the East to expel demons in ancient times. The Qi magic created by the eight gods is powerful and has complete functions. It is a very remarkable spell.

It is even said that many Western magics have the epitome of air magic, just like the smoke magic used by Constantine, which has the part of air magic, but the real air magic is basically seen no one uses it.

At least Constantine has been to so many places in the world, and the magic used by most of the people he saw has the epitome of air magic.

The difference between Qi magic and other magic is that Qi magic is guided by the Qi in the human body as the main body plus some magic materials to change the nature.

Most of the other magics are based on magic materials, supplemented by popularity, because many magicians can no longer successfully guide popularity out, and can only use blood instead.

This is why the spell drawn with blood is stronger than ordinary spells, because the blood is full of human essence.

Air magicians and other magicians use magic in the opposite order.

Qi mages don't need to use human blood as a supplement at all, because they can already guide the popularity out.

Constantine thought that air magic was extinct, but this magic barrier like soap bubbles is obviously air magic, and the purity of air is extremely high. It turns out that there is a master of air magic in Gotham.

Constantine scratched the back of his head and said, "If I had known that you had a master of Qi magic, I should have been lying at home, because the master can solve everything."

Jason exhaled air from his nose, folded his arms around his chest, and pointed out calmly: "Come on, Master Kang. You came to Gotham illegally, how could you know who is in our team?"

"Hmm." Constantine casually turned back to Jason, and he looked at the strange but not so unfamiliar face behind Jason.

The Bat Family that appeared in front of Constantine now made Constantine feel strange, because there were too many new faces in it.

What Constantine can be sure of is that the Batman is a purely technological school, and the only one who can use magic is the second son of the Batman who has been resurrected from the dead, huh, but only to the extent of "point".

So the air magician was hiding among the few remaining guys that Constantine had never met.

"This is the son that the bat found? By the way, Damian Wayne couldn't be picked up, right? Why doesn't he look like a bat at all." Constantine complained with drooping eyelids.

Of course, his words drew Damian's glaring and Merrell's eyes that didn't make sense.

"Konstantin." Damian replied stiffly, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Although he was irritated by Constantine's words, he would not beat Constantine for it.

Constantine glanced at Damian again, and then said with a surprised expression: "Oh, I have to take back what I just said."

"You and your father are carved out of the same mold, I mean this black face." Constantine challenged casually.

"By the way, what about the shameless masked man you mentioned earlier? Have you caught him yet?" Constantine asked casually.

Merrell AKA Shameless Masked Man:  …

The Batman could tell at a glance that Constantine was definitely provoking them on purpose. He had clearly seen the Flying Shadow Corps carrying them down from the sky onto the small boat just now.

The Batmen couldn't believe that Constantine didn't know that the Masked Man was among them.

"That's right, I'm the masked man." Merrell raised his hand expressionlessly.

Dick put his arms around Merrell's shoulders and said, "You know Constantine is a scumbag, don't believe what he says."

"Of course, Dick. I won't believe it." Merrell shrugged.

He would not have listened to Constantine.

Constantine is a well-known scumbag in the industry.

"Interesting, Batman's son is a container for storing black energy." Constantine pinched Merrell's arm and looked at Merrell, which belonged to a magician's natural research nature of some incomprehensible things.

"Eh? Friends, is it normal for him to behave like this?" Merrell turned his head and looked at his brothers for help.

And Merrell's brothers obviously didn't want to have any contact with Constantine, they ignored Merrell's eyes asking for help.

Constantine blew a puff of smoke on Merrell, and Merrell was horrified to find that the place where Constantine blew on him turned black.

Of course, it was back to normal in just a few seconds.

Constantine rubbed his chin and said: "Ah, so it is like this. The physique abandoned by magic is the same as your tough and unyielding father and younger brother, but it is very suitable to be the carrier of black energy because of the 'iron will'."

Constantine let go of Merrell, who hopped away to his brother like the plague.

Merrell plunged into the arms of his brothers, holding them tightly and refusing to let go.

"I'm not clean, woohoo."

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched, he had never seen anyone who played more than him.

Constantine looked at his father, who obviously ignored their farce just now. His father was squatting beside the boat, even though Bazaar was stirring the water in the water, the boat was shaking non-stop.

The young father was still squatting firmly beside the boat.

The old man was watching Constantine's magic on the sea, and he frowned slightly.

In the face of magicians who know more than himself, Constantine is not as casual as treating others. One is out of mutual respect among magicians, and the other is to show a good appearance to be profitable. picture.

"Master, what's your opinion?" Constantine asked politely.

Hearing Constantine speak in such a polite voice, the four Robins plus a Black Batman looked at Constantine in shock. Constantine is as polite as his wife Batman, even if the earth is destroyed, it is impossible thing.

But Constantine really did.

He really talked to Dad politely.

"Konstantin won't be taken away?" Dick asked.

"I don't know," Jason replied, "We've got to keep an eye on him."

Hearing Constantine ask himself, the old man pushed his glasses and said, "This trick is very clever. It can prevent the water demon from leaving the water, but there are still obvious loopholes. If it's cloudy, it won't work."

"And the water demon has the ability to call the clouds and call the wind and rain." Dad said.

Constantine shrugged. "I bet it wouldn't."

"Secondly, your move is too dangerous. Do you know that these fire-type materials will explode when they touch land?" The old man said, "And it will pollute the water surface."

Constantine said: "Sometimes, we have to make a choice."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief again: "But this is the right thing to do. I will use the dispelling spell to expel all the potions in the sea later, so as to avoid polluting the sea water."

"Young people are awesome." The old man smiled lovingly, he said.

Although Constantine has a bad temper, most people think he is a scum, and Constantine defines himself as a scum, but this does not mean that Constantine will be angry with someone who is more experienced and rare than him. The magician put on a scum pose.

Constantine has a bad attitude towards most people, but he thinks he has a good attitude towards magicians, such as Zatanna and his long-dead wine magician friend.

Constantine heaved a sigh of relief, to be recognized by his seniors, it felt quite strange to Constantine.

Constantine has a mouth that angers the Three Realms. Who would have thought that he would be so funny when he was recognized by the great magician.

'zizi'

This is the sound from the headset.

"Where are you guys?" Batman's voice became a little muffled underwater.

It's hard to describe Bruce's current mood. He rushed into the water with the shadow army to chase the water demon, and saw the water demon stirring the sea water trying to smash the other barrier.

And the shadow corps also disappeared at this moment, leaving only Bruce alone. No matter how Bruce summoned it, it was useless. Immediately, Bruce thought of some kind of expulsion spell.

And his disciples were supposed to cooperate with Bruce to intercept the water demon on the sea surface, but now there was no movement above.

This gave Batman a feeling of being backstabbed.

Tim hesitated and said, "We're at sea, Bruce. Constantine is here."

"What? Constantine—"

"Did he sneak into Gotham?!" Batman snarled.

"Forehead."

Hearing Tim's words, Constantine turned his head, and he leaned into Tim's ear and yelled, "Hey, big bat."

Tim took off the headset and handed it to Constantine, and then covered his ears helplessly. His poor ears were almost killed by Constantine.

"Konstantin, how dare you show up in Gotham."

Constantine dug his ears and said casually, "Of course, I have to help you deal with the water demon."

Seeing that Constantine took the initiative to mention the water demon, Batman frowned. He looked up at the water demon who was trying to break the glass with his tail flicking.

"It's almost gone to sea."

"Hmm." Constantine lit a cigarette. "Let her go."

Immediately, Constantine looked at the rest of the Bat family and said, "It's time for us to close the net."

"What?" Batman asked.

"Oh, cough, Batman, swim up quickly." Constantine said.

After Constantine's voice fell, Bruce had a bad feeling, and Bazaar noticed Bruce's existence.

"Huh, there's another nasty guy here. Why didn't you summon your little ninja helper?"

On the small boat, Constantine looked at the turbulent water in doubt. Has Bazaar's violent action broken the glass wall yet?

Constantine lowered a fishing net behind the glass wall, with a fishing net that expelled the magic power of demons. When Bazaar came into contact with the fishing net, it would definitely make her feel good, referring to the kind of coolness that is baked on an iron plate.