Naruto Skill Extraction Mall

Right in the middle of the wall, this is the most inconspicuous position, in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, there are two different weapons placed alone like this.

At the first glance, Chen Fan had a very familiar feeling. For some reason, after experiencing the great pain in his heart, his memory seemed to be much less.

The hatred and pain shattered all the good memories deep in my heart, and my heart is empty now.

What kind of weapons are these two?

Placed in front is a gigantic palm-leaf fan, the handle is not thick, and the surface is extremely smooth, the most conspicuous are the two patterns on the palm-leaf fan.

On one side are three-month-old gouyu, a total of six gouyu are neatly arranged on the round fan.

Shaking his head, Chen Fan stopped looking at the round fan.

Because he felt that the aura that had been calling him did not come from this round fan.

In other words, this is not what I was looking for.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan turned his attention to a weapon behind the huge round fan.

This is a pure black sickle, which looks very sharp and sharp, and even shines brightly in the darkness.

In fact, on the surface, there is nothing special about this sickle. At best, it is no different from other sickles.

However, Chen Fan's breathing began to become faster at this moment, because the moment he looked at the scythe just now, the feeling became more and more intense.

My heart couldn't help but tremble, and the frequency of my heartbeat was three minutes faster!

"A Fei, do you want these two weapons?"

Seeing that Chen Fan had been standing in front of his wall full of weapons for a long time, Uchiha Madara asked dully.

How could he not see it?Rather than looking at the wall, Chen Fan was looking at the two weapons in the center of the wall.

"The first weapon you saw was the one I used when I was the patriarch of the Uchiha family. It is my famous weapon, so the pattern of the Uchiha fan is consistent with the family emblem of our Uchiha family."

After listening to Uchiha Madara's explanation, Chen Fan remembered, no wonder he felt that this round fan seemed familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

It turns out that the design of this round fan is consistent with the Uchiha family crest.

"No! I'm not very interested in your round fan."

Shaking his head, although it sounds like the weapon used by Uchiha Madara, it should be no less than the quality of an artifact.

But this weapon has no effect on Chen Fan.

"Oh? That's a pity, you want the sickle at the back, right?"

Madara Uchiha grinned when he saw that Chen Fan was not interested in his round fan at all, but was looking longingly at the scythe instead.

"This sickle, I can only remind you that this is not an auspicious weapon. On the contrary, this sickle even carries some kind of bad luck!"

There was a hesitant expression on his face. Regarding the origin of this scythe, even he himself didn't know.

But he only understands one thing, this is a magic sickle!
The Uchiha Uchiha fan is Madara's favorite weapon, but he rarely uses the magic scythe.

Every time he looked at the magic sickle, Uchiha felt a lingering fear in his heart.

"Is it? Bad luck? Wouldn't that suit me?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Uchiha Madara's words, Chen Fan became extremely calm.

I am a person full of bad luck, but this weapon just happened to appear in front of me.

All of this is such a coincidence, as if it was all arranged.

As he approached the pitch-black sickle step by step, the feeling became stronger and stronger.

That's right, this is the only thing I lack, the only sword soul.

"Little Chen Fan, I still want to give you a piece of advice, you can't hold back this sickle."

Just as Chen Fan was about to stretch out his hand to absorb the sword soul at any time, the system that hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly made a sound.

"How to say?"

Frowning, Chen Fan's hand just stopped in mid-air.

"Have you ever heard of the legend of the hungry ghost?"

"Ok?"

The system seemed to have something to say, and Chen Fan was not in a hurry, so he decided to listen to the system.

Long, long ago, there was a small village, isolated from the rest of the world, located in a quiet and remote place.

Unlike other places, because of the lack of material, the villagers do not get along well with each other.

The villagers living in this village all have infinite greed, and their greed makes them distrust each other.

But one day, two people came to this village.

They are a pair of brother and sister, the elder brother is in his early teens, wearing civilian clothes, but carrying a rusty iron sword on his thin body.

His dream is to become a swordsman. He loves swords, and he only uses swords. Besides his sister, swords are his favorite thing in this world.

The younger sister was only seven years old, with two ponytails hanging behind her back, her face was extremely haggard, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, but she was the only one who could sleep soundly on her brother's back except for the iron sword.

The parents of the siblings died early, and they depended on each other as orphans, as if they had become an inseparable part of their lives.

The younger sister is in poor health and often falls ill. In order to take care of her younger sister, the elder brother has been living in the village.

Until one day, finally, the food at home was exhausted, and in order to survive, my brother went out one fine morning.

Divided the rest of the food into two portions, and put the larger portion on my sister's bedside, and I only brought a cold steamed bun.

"Sister, you have to take care of yourself, brother can come back in the afternoon at most! When I find food, we will be able to survive again!"

Gently kissing the sleeping younger sister on the forehead, the elder brother carefully closed the door with the iron sword on his back.

After spending most of the day, my brother finally found a forest with heavy wild fruits hanging on the branches.

There was a hint of joy in the corner of his eyes, and he instantly felt that the steamed buns on his body were no longer fragrant.

Until the cloth bags he brought were all filled, my brother wiped off his sweat and laughed.

Just as he was about to return home with a full load, a wild beast suddenly appeared in front of him, staring at him eagerly.

With all his strength, he fought with the beast until the rusty iron sword was covered with blood.

Finally cut off the beast's head, and he passed out because of excessive bleeding from his thigh.

I don't know how long he was in a coma. It wasn't until three days later that my brother woke up and looked at the sun that was about to set in the sky.

The elder brother yelled that he was not good, endured the pain in his thigh, and carried a whole bag of wild fruits behind his back.

"Sister must be starving, right? Although I left a lot of food for her, it's been so long!"

The more I thought about it, the more anxious my brother became, and he quickened his pace regardless of the blood on his legs.

Until night fell, coincided with the night of the full moon, a strange bright moon hung in the sky.