I Started With A Succubus Physique, And I Ruined The Ninja World.

The Hefeng cells and the Hashirama cells were dropped on the same culture dish, and the two gradually came into contact as if attracted to each other.

Through a professional microscope, He Feng can see that the Chakras are merging with each other. Although there is still a weak repulsion effect, it is harmless.

"That's enough. My compatibility with Hashirama cells has reached the standard, and I'm only one step away from awakening Wood Style." He Feng nodded with satisfaction.

There are three known ways for He Feng to have Wood Style.

One is that he has been using genetic modification technology since he was a child, and after a relatively long period of time, he integrated Wood Style's ability into his own genes.

This is also Yamato's method to obtain Wood Style. This method is also the most uncertain and difficult method.

The second is to replace part of his body with White Zetsu's body. White Zetsu has strong adaptability to everyone. In addition, He Feng's experience in studying Hashirama cells over the years can also obtain Wood Style.

However, He Feng was not prepared to use this method unless it was necessary. After all, the body was still the original.

The third method is to use Hefeng's own cells and Hashirama cells for fusion culture, customize an exclusive Hefeng's Wood Style awakening reagent, and inject the adapted fusion cells into Hefeng's body through in vitro injection.

He Feng also prefers the third method. This method is very fault-tolerant. He Feng can continue to improve before the success rate reaches the standard. Moreover, He Feng does not intend to work alone behind closed doors, but intends to teach this matter to others. Teacher Orochimaru.

If possible, He Feng wouldn't mind being a hands-off shopkeeper, waiting for Orochimaru's research results and enjoying the results.

Moreover, Orochimaru, who has a successful experience in Wood Style research, will have a smoother future in scientific research.

"Yes, as expected of me." He Feng felt a little proud, and then destroyed the cells on the culture dish.

Although White Zetsu has almost become his personal assistant now, there is still Black Zetsu hiding in the dark, and there will be Hidan in the future.

He Feng has now begun to see the path to stability, and it is not that easy to take advantage of He Feng.

He Feng also organized and sealed various information into scrolls so that they could be carried around easily.

On the way out of the underground experimental base along the corridor, He Feng heard two childish voices coming from the laboratory above.

"Yamato, that area also needs to be cleaned. It's too high and I can't reach it.

Sweep the dust here, Orochimaru-sensei will be proud of you. "

"Okay Anko, I'll be right back."

Anko stood at the door and pinched his waist, directing Yamato to clean like a little devil, to which Yamato would not object.

Although he knew that Anko was leaving all the work to him, he didn't really care.

Who is going to clean Orochimaru-sama’s laboratory? What’s more, Anko is Orochimaru-sama’s disciple.

At this time, Yamato had an inexplicable admiration for Orochimaru, so Anko, a disciple of Orochimaru, was put under a filter in Yamato's eyes.

"Oh, Yamato, you leaked it under the table. Look, there's still so much dust." Anko walked into the laboratory, squatted on the ground and pointed at the blind spot under the table.

"I'm coming, Anko."

He Feng listened to the conversation between the two, and He Feng couldn't stand it anymore, so he pushed the floor above the corridor and walked up.

"Yeah! There's someone!" Anko's eyes widened, and he immediately pulled Yamato away by his clothes.

Although Anko often teases Yamato, this is also a manifestation of her treating Yamato as a friend. When an unknown danger occurs, Anko will think of helping Yamato instead of running away by herself.

In other words, if Anko didn't even have this quality, Orochimaru would not accept Anko as his disciple after He Feng.

"Little Anko, you don't even recognize me anymore." He Feng walked out from under the stone slab and said expressionlessly.

Hefeng is three years older than Anko, and since he is also Anko's senior brother, it makes sense to add a small character before the other person's name.

However, at this time, Anko's height was already the same as He Feng's, and there were faint signs of surpassing He Feng's.

"Senior Brother He Feng!" Anko was a little surprised. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to look at He Feng and his own height: "It's so strange. How come Senior Brother He Feng is as tall as me? Brother Kakashi is obviously so much taller than me."

As he spoke, Anko stretched out his hand and gestured upward.

He Feng's entire face darkened instantly. He discovered the height issue when he saw Obito.

His grandmother's Obito was already much taller than him, but his height seemed to be standing still, not necessarily growing two centimeters in half a year.

"Senior Brother Hefeng, I tell you that you must eat more, and you can also go to the meatball shop in Chang Village. I grew up so fast because I often eat three-color meatballs. Maybe if you eat more, you will be taller. You can catch up with Kakashi-nii."

Anko didn't notice He Feng's expression at all, and continued to teach He Feng the secret of growing taller.

Yamato on the side noticed He Feng's expression. He quietly approached Anko with small steps, pulled Anko's clothes with his hand, and said softly: "Anko... talk less..."

"Eh? Talk less? Why?" Anko is not only playful in nature, she is also very generous and generous, completely unaware of the coming storm.

Sure enough, this time Yamato didn't answer Anko. What answered Anko was He Feng's fist on her head.

"Little Anko, come and let Senior Brother Hefeng teach you the art of language. At the same time, Mr. Orochimaru will give you a taste of the power of fists."

"Hmm!" Anko covered his head and squatted on the ground, muttering: "Why is Senior Brother Hefeng the same height as me, but his fists are so powerful? Yamato didn't even feel my fists fall on Yamato's head."

At this moment, He Feng felt that the punch he just punched had White Hits. Anko didn't have a long memory before he evolved into a sweet potato.

"Little Anko, have you eaten too many meatballs recently? I think your face has gained weight. If you keep getting fatter, what will Teacher Orochimaru think of you?" He Feng used his trump card and shouted at Anko. Soul torture.

The main reason why Anko in the original timeline can eat a lot of sweets every day without gaining weight is the curse seal of the sky.

But now Orochimaru has not thought about studying the curse seal for a short time, and even if he studied the curse seal, Anko is not old enough to accommodate the curse seal.

As for getting fat, He Feng just talked about it casually. Anko was still a little girl and was growing taller. Plus, as a Jōnin, she had to train a certain amount every day, so how could she gain weight so easily.

"Senior Brother He Feng, don't talk nonsense. If you touch it with your hands, I'm not fat at all." Anko stood up suddenly, grabbed He Feng's hand and put it on his face, trying to prove that he was not fat at all. fat.

He Feng would not go along with the other party's wishes. He wanted to teach Anko a lesson so that the little girl Anko would understand the consequences of making fun of his height.

Therefore, Hefeng turned to look at Yamato. He smiled and rubbed Yamato's head. Don't look at Anko who has been bullying Yamato. Yamato with Wood Style Bloodline has already surpassed Anko in terms of strength.

In the original timeline, Anko's Chūnin graduated at the age of twelve, while Yamato was six years old.

This well illustrates the gap in strength between the two.

"Yamato, are you interested in joining me to support Mr. Orochimaru, and perform well on the battlefield to win Mr. Orochimaru's praise?"