Naruto Treasure Box System

Chapter 233 Attacking and Killing the Eighth-Rank Samurai (Updated)
"Master, do you want to arrange a room for you to rest first?" Seeing Xian Yu coming out of the woodshed, Li Sanlang hurried forward and asked with concern.

The stars are twinkling in the sky now.

This day was indeed exhausting.

First, I tossed and tossed for a long time in Taketori Island, and finally went home and took my sister to soak in the hot springs, and something happened here again.

"Let's get rid of the trouble first." He looked around at the collapsed courtyard walls and the buildings destroyed in the fight.He is really not interested in spending the night in this kind of place.

Mizuno Mu died, and the two seventh-rank warriors of the Mizuno family also received their lunch boxes.

But that's not all.

Li Gui, Li Sanlang and his group opened a shop here to do business, although they are newcomers and have no foundation.

But don't forget, they are also ninjas after all.

Although the initial skills are a bit sloppy, the quality and basic abilities that a ninja should have are all in place.In this regard, the system did not cut corners at all.

After several months of stationing, all kinds of information on the sphere of influence near Gore City has already been figured out.

There was no need for the two to report, Xian Yu had already learned about the situation here with ink worms.

The Mizuno family is a family of samurai.It should be said that there are hundreds of people in the children.

The reason why he can occupy a place in the capital of Nami is because of Mizuno Muki's father, Mizuno Takeiro.

This is an eighth-rank swordsman with a wind attribute.

To say that it is also a narrow road to Yuanjia.The wind attribute is a very rare attribute, even if it is inherited from father to son, it is rarely passed down in ordinary families.

At least so far, according to Xianyu's knowledge, the family whose family is mainly based on the wind attribute is their Shimura clan.

Unexpectedly, in this small country of waves, there is actually a family of warriors who can inherit the attribute of wind.

Xian Yu never fights uncertain battles, just like when he first came here, the reason why he lurked aside and didn't show up at the first time.Just spread out a lot of ink worms to search around, in case Suino Takeshiro sneaked nearby.

If he were to confront an experienced eighth-rank samurai face to face, even he, Shimura Kenha, would not dare to say that he would be able to win for sure.

After all, this old guy is different from Mizuno Mu's little doll. He has the foundation of a seventh-rank warrior, but his actual combat experience is seriously lacking.He can only play a little cleverness, and thinks he is playing Zhuge.

Life-and-death fighting is not a round game. If you hit me, whoever is stronger will win.

Among them, actual combat experience can also reverse the situation to a large extent.

Xian Yu asked himself that although he had quite a lot of actual combat experience, he had participated in many Anbu missions.But after all, he is still young and dare not despise the heroes of the world.

Originally, according to his thinking, if he was sure that the old man was not here, he would fuck his son first.

Then bring Bai Xiaoqi over, and the two of them sneaked in to carry out a sneak attack together.

This is very stable.

After all, the ninja's advantage is hidden assassination.Not to mention the same level, even one or two lower levels of combat power, as long as the arrangement is careful enough, the assassination can still be successful.

But now Li Gui's strength is advancing by leaps and bounds. Although the attack method is relatively simple, it is easy to be targeted.But barely enough.

"Hey, this is the best mortal powder, which can effectively suppress chakra." Xian Yu endured the pain in his heart, and took out an exquisite small jade bottle.

This is produced within the Zhicun clan, and a small bottle is worth 30 taels, which is more expensive than Shixiang Ruanjin Powder.

Even he, the young patriarch, has only two bottles a year.

The so-called blood-sealed throat-sealing poisons would be difficult to effectively kill middle-rank warriors.Because with the practice of chakra, the practitioners are too strong just physically.

Like ninjas and samurai above rank seven.The anti-virus ability is already very strong.

To deal with these high-level guys, it is still more effective to suppress chakra.

Li Gui skillfully took out a thin glove, opened the bottle cap, poured out a little powder and spread it evenly on the knife.

Obviously, the system has not discounted the basic capabilities of ninjas.The professional knowledge in this area is still given.

It was night, and the battle that took place on the commercial street had already alarmed all parties.

But at the Mizuno Mansion at this time, Takeshi Mizuno was trembling with anger.

"Call me people immediately!"

Just now, someone from the clan came to report that his most valued youngest son had died!
Together with his two sworn brothers, he also died!
Since the two seventh-rank warriors were instantly killed, he didn't even know the specific strength of the enemy, even though he was an eighth-rank warrior.Being cautious by nature, he didn't rush forward for revenge because of anger.

He hates it so much!

The son told him at the beginning that there was a big deal to be done, and he wanted the two uncles to follow him just in case.

He had also learned about the situation, and praised his son for being cautious and thoughtful.Let him go and do it.

After all, sooner or later, he would hand over such a huge family business to his son.It's a good thing that he can stand alone.Being a parent can protect you for a while, but not for a lifetime.

So he just let it go and didn't get involved.

According to intelligence, the opponent is nothing more than a ninja who is suspected of being a Jnin.Under such a heavy siege, with his two brothers leading the battle, isn't it easy to catch?
"If I had known earlier, I should have followed. Even if I just hid aside and followed to see, my Muer would not have died." Mizuno Wu Dalang secretly hated.

He hated himself for not being curious and following him to have a look.

With myself, I will be able to save my son in time.

At this moment, the subordinate who had just run out to deliver the order suddenly ran back again.

Mizuno Taketarō said with a gloomy face, "I asked you to gather the manpower, why are you coming back?"

This subordinate has been with him for more than ten years, if not, he would have killed someone long ago.

The subordinate tremblingly returned: "That one"

Seeing this, Takeshi Mizuno frowned, and seemed to have sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't react for a while: "That, that, that?"

At this moment, the subordinates rushed towards him suddenly.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, the experienced Mizuno Takeiro dodged to avoid the oncoming subordinates, and immediately reached out to grab the saber on the knife rest.

To tell the truth, Xian Yu almost burst out laughing at this moment.

Ouch Nima.It made me worry about the young master.

This old guy doesn't even carry a knife with him?Put it on that exquisite knife holder as a decoration?
What about the most basic qualities of a samurai?
Just when Mizuno Taketarō's hand touched the handle of the saber on the knife holder, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his hand.

I saw a flash of saber flashing past, and half of the old palm fell to the ground.The exquisite jade knife holder was split in half, and the samurai sword placed on it was instantly picked up and flew tens of meters away.

Enduring the pain of breaking his hand, his expression suddenly changed: "Mortal San?"

"Hey, I didn't expect that there are people in this remote place who know the goods?"

Hearing the sound, Wu Dalang raised his eyes to look, the appearance of that subordinate was blurred for a while, and instantly turned into a handsome young man.

It was Xian Yu.

On the other side, a burly man was holding a long knife and was maintaining a posture of swinging the knife.

(End of this chapter)