People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 193 Sharingan Professional Fraud
The mountain wind blowing from the distant mountains passed through the forest with coolness, blowing on everyone in the convoy.

The highly nervous guards clenched the long knives in their hands, not letting go of any trouble.

The confrontation with Yin Village made the atmosphere between the convoys extremely dignified, closely surrounding the gorgeous ox carts.

The curtain embroidered with gorgeous patterns was lifted up, Daimyo of Thunder Kingdom showed his old face, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said to the captain of the guard who came over: "See Wu, don't be so nervous, we have already arrived in the Kingdom of Tang .”

"But Tang Ninja Village also participated in the auction."

The middle-aged man gripping the samurai sword, advised Daimyo with a relaxed face.

"They don't have the guts."

The daimyo twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain, and slowly lowered the curtain.

Jiango looked at the gorgeous ox cart respectfully, and walked towards the location where the Sensing Ninja was.

Daming can take it easy.

They cannot slack off as guards, this is their duty.

The forest road gradually entered the mountain road, and the surrounding dense trees became sparse, and the tension in the convoy was diluted by the changing scenery around it.

Without the cover of the leaves that block the sky and the sun, their vision has become much wider, and everything around them can be seen in their eyes.

"How is the investigation going?"

Jianwu turned his face sideways to avoid the glare of the sun, and asked the perception ninja fluctuating chakra in his body.

The perception ninja didn't seem to hear his voice, and walked forward on his own.

Years in the ranks made him keenly observe something was wrong. The ninja in front of him seemed to be struggling with something, and his distorted face was dripping with muddy sweat due to excessive force.

He silently clenched the long knife at his waist and gestured towards the crowd behind him.

But there was no response.

The entire convoy of escorts walked on the bumpy mountain road at a weird speed.

Fear, like the inescapable sunshine, permeated the whole body from the bottom of his heart, and he looked down and found that the shadows of everyone had long been glued together.

"what!"

A roar erupted from the front of the crowd, rushing towards the bullock cart that Daming was riding on.

The knife shines.

The bull's head was cut off with a single knife, and the blood on the neck was rushing like a fountain, and a bloody stream flowed out on the dry ground in an instant.

"wheeze"

The strong and pungent smell of gunpowder permeated around the feet, attracting Jianwu's attention.

Now he can't move, he can only watch helplessly as many detonating symbols are about to explode in the crowd.

At the moment of the explosion, Jianwu successfully suppressed the strange power on his body, lowered his eyes with difficulty, and clearly saw that his legs were tightly entangled by the dark shadow, making him rooted in the ground and unable to move.

"Enlightenment!"

The daimyo stepped out of the bullock cart and stood on the shaft covered in blood, his pupils rapidly enlarged and stared blankly at the man lying in the pool of blood.

The smog filled the sky and the guards regained their freedom. They hurriedly pulled out the long swords around their waists, held a kunai, and formed a defensive formation to protect Daimyo.

They, who are elite in strength, have found the way.

He watched helplessly as his own men beheaded the cow with a single knife and parked the daimyo's carriage in the middle of the road.

"At the moment when the smoke rose, many people even drew their swords and slashed at our own people." The guard with blood on his face broke the power that had just controlled the crowd just now, panting, "The only one who can do this is The shadow imitation technique of the Nara clan!"

"If it lasts longer, we don't need to take action."

The sounds floating around in the air made them tense and frantically rolled their eyes, looking for the direction to speak.

Suddenly, the ninja hidden in the dark appeared on the mountain road and surrounded them.

"Are you Konoha's ninjas?!"

Daimyo from the Land of Thunder raised his arms tremblingly, pointing at the wandering ninjas around him, his old voice tinged with hysteria.

Seeing that they were silent, he pointed to the daimyo crown on his head, and continued to shout angrily, "I am the daimyo of the Land of Thunder! Retire immediately!"

"I'm looking for you, the great name of the Land of Thunder!"

A man among the wandering ninjas stepped forward, facing the flushed daimyo.

Lu Sheng, who was hiding in the crowd to do the task, looked at the avenger he released with relief, and said in his heart: Just follow the words I taught you, and denounce the culprit who made your family sink in hell.

"Your Young Master has joined forces with various countries and launched an assassination operation against the leaders of the villages!"

Hiroshi took out the sent nomination certificate from his pocket and showed it in front of everyone.

"Ninjas can imitate handwriting! This must be fake!"

The blood-stained guard pointed at the unfolded scroll and said loudly.

"Then what about this golden seal that belongs exclusively to your son?"

He shook the scroll, pointed to the red seal at the bottom, and said calmly.

Seeing that the guards in front of him fell silent, he took a few steps forward, looked past the panicked faces of the crowd, stared at the daimyo who was protected by layers, and continued: "This is the enmity between ninjas and nobles, but I have a debt. I want to ask you for it."

The black eyes instantly turned blood-colored, and the bewitching color exuded a terrifying coercion.

"Look behind."

Some of the guards trembled and reminded the surrounding companions with the sound of chattering teeth.

"It's a writing wheel!"

"Pfft."

Loyal warriors fell in the wind like wheat waves.

Only the daimyo standing alone was left. The old man had completely lost the dignified aristocratic posture just now. He stared angrily and roared loudly, "How did the blood pool come out of Hell Valley? You Uchihas are going to give Let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain to a dead man."

Kuan appreciating the ugly appearance in front of him contentedly, the hatred accumulated in his heart dissipated with the wind bit by bit as he became anxious.

The knife rises and the knife falls.

At the end of his life, the angry daimyo saw only the dazzling white light, unwillingly looked at the increasingly hazy figure in front of him, and fell headlong on the dusty land of Yuno Country.

"I thought you would complain about the blood pool woman who was framed back then."

Kuan raised Kunai, whose hands were stained with the blood of the enemy's son, and shook his head at Lu Sheng, "The disgusting power struggle, the evil results of which were eventually returned to him."

When he suddenly appeared, he felt that he was pointing fingers and scolding Huai, and began to order the surrounding ninjas to fake the scene.

The guards, who were deeply trapped in the Sharingan illusion, slowly stood up under the control of the shadow imitation technique of the Nara clan.

They were all too familiar with this since they had been in the company of fighting since childhood.

The mountain family invaded the spiritual world of everyone. They have been in the analysis class all year round, as if they have returned to work in the village.

The Sharingan of the Uchiha clan checks for the traces of forgery and fills in the gaps to avoid any flaws.

Under Tomona's command, all the people present worked in an orderly manner with a reasonable division of labor.

The daimyo's convoy is attacked by stray ninjas.

There is actually an inner ghost hidden in the guard.

At the most critical moment, he suddenly exploded and stabbed his own people heavily in the back. Under the attack from inside and outside, the guards were all killed after hard fighting.

Lu Sheng and the others faked it reasonably, and the people who successfully broke through the siege and wanted to ask for help eventually fell on the road to ask for help.

Tobuma couldn't help but nod in praise of the results of everyone's joint efforts. It would be more perfect if there was a rain.

(End of this chapter)