The Great Cultivator Comes to Konoha

Nine Lamas pushed the door open while carrying the seriously injured young man alone.

Red chakra surrounded the young man and seemed to be trying to repair his injuries.

However, the effect was not very obvious. The horrifying purple-black scars still covered the young man's body, and the young man was still unconscious, with painful groans coming from his mouth from time to time.

Jiulama couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this. Although he held the young man's life with chakra, the young man's injury did not improve no matter how he input chakra.

For the time being, he could only ensure that he would not die on the spot, which puzzled him very much because his chakra should contain powerful recovery energy.

And just as Jiu Lama stepped into the house, Jiu Su'er, who was following the two of them, also followed in with small steps.

At this time, her mouth was slightly bulging, her delicate eyelashes were wrinkled, her big golden jewel-like eyes were staring at the young man behind the Nine Lamas, and her face seemed a little gloomy.

She still held a branch in her hand, whether she was poking the young man to make sure he was dead or hoping to stab him to death.

Jiu Lama didn't pay attention to this. Although he didn't understand why he did this, he still worked hard to bring the young man back.

Not long after Jiulama entered, his ears instantly detected a faint sound of footsteps, and then Yan Hao came to him from the blind spot in his field of vision.

The Nine Lamas did not react to Yan Hao's strange appearance, because he was already used to Yan Hao's boring teasing. He just twitched his eyebrows, then raised his head and looked directly at the master who was so worried that he wanted to beat him.

"Hey little fox, what's going on? Look at the injury. Who could be so wicked and beat him like this?"

After hearing this, Jiu Lama could not help but roll his eyes at Yan Hao's shamelessness, but other than the first time, he did not make any other reaction, except for slowly placing the young man on his back in front of Yan Hao.

"Oh, who is this boy? He can win the favor of our great arrogant natural disaster. I don't think this boy is a beauty. Could it be that, little fox, you are actually..."

Yan Hao didn't even look at the young man on the ground, but continued to tease Jiu Lama with a smile.

"You've had enough fun. Can you treat this guy's injury?"

Jiu Lama's face twitched violently when he heard this, but he just took a deep breath, and then spoke calmly to interrupt Yan Hao's unreasonable troubles.

Seeing this, Yan Hao just paused for a moment, with an inexplicable smile on his face, then lightly kicked the young man on the ground, and then curiously asked Jiu Lama:

"Oh, little fox, why are you so interested in spies?"

The Nine Lama frowned when he saw Yan Hao kicking the seriously injured young man on the ground, but he did not react because he felt a natural energy entering the young man's body.

"This guy smells the same as Senju Hashirama."

The Nine Lamas watched a faint green light radiate from the young man's body, and then remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking in a heavy tone.

"Who is Senju Hashirama?"

Yan Hao looked down at the young man on the ground, seemingly admiring his masterpiece, and then asked in confusion.

Jiulama couldn't help but choked after hearing this. He also thought that someone didn't know the famous god of the ninja world, which made his rare serious mood instantly broken.

Jiu Su'er, who was standing there, couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, and then looked at Jiu Lama with a stupid face, and finally explained before Jiu Lama could fully react:

"Master, he is the man who used a piece of wood to walk around with his stupid brother."

The Nine Lama almost staggered when he heard this, and then turned to look at his sister behind him with a look of puzzlement and surprise.

"Hey, it's necessary to tell this dark history. We two foxes are still one body. Aren't we being beaten together?"

Jiu Lama questioned Jiu Su'er with his eyes, but Jiu Su'er just replied with arrogance and a little contempt:

"Stupid brat brother, it was you who was beaten, not me. How could a proud fox like me defeat a human being? It wasn't you who was beaten because you were a fool who lost the fox, so you retreated Let’s group together.”

Jiu Lama couldn't help being speechless when he saw this. Under normal circumstances, he might have jumped up angrily now. However, looking at Jiu Su'er's pinching nose, he couldn't help but feel that his sister is so cute. , and then the anger instantly turned into nothingness.

"Oh, I remembered." Yan Hao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Isn't this the village chief here, the man who stuffed foxes into women's stomachs?"

After hearing this, the Nine Lamas couldn't help but staggered again, and almost knelt on the young man who was still seriously injured.

"Well, that's the man." Jiu Su'er couldn't help but smile foolishly and nodded in response.

"Well, I remembered it, but what does this have to do with this unlucky child?" Yan Hao touched his bald chin and asked as if he was very puzzled.

Jiu Lama looked at Yan Hao's puzzled expression and wondered if he was just pretending or if he really didn't know. But no matter what the truth was, his face was filled with anger and it made Jiu Lama's teeth itch.

But again, he couldn't beat him, and he was afraid that Yan Hao would retaliate later, so he just looked at him with resentment.

Yan Hao smiled when he saw Jiu Lama's angry look, then kicked the young man on the ground again, and then asked:

"You want to know why this guy smells like that guy?"

"Um"

Nine Lamas simply nodded in response, and then looked at the young man on the ground who finally began to slowly recover.

"Ha, that's it"

Yan Hao sighed helplessly, then looked down at the young man whose body was glowing with green light, and then explained very calmly:

"He is nothing more than being used as a test subject by a certain sour lemon."

Yan Hao shook his head helplessly and said. After kicking the young man a few times, he sighed several times in succession, pulled out the corners of his mouth involuntarily, and then began to complain:

"But it's true, why are you so weak as an experimental subject? I heard that the village chief is very powerful and can beat foxes, but you are really embarrassing to us practitioners of Mu Xing. With your looks, , still so weak”

Seeing Yan Hao start to recite something he didn't understand, the corner of Lama Jiu's mouth could only twitch violently. However, he still had questions, so he immediately interrupted and asked:

"What is the experiment?"

Yan Hao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then glanced curiously at the little shot fox in front of him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly asked:

"You sure want to know"

When Ninth Lama saw Yan Hao's sudden seriousness, his heart suddenly tightened. For a moment, he had the urge not to know, but after all, he couldn't suppress his curiosity, so it was best to nod and confirm.

Seeing this, Yan Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light that made people break out in a cold sweat. A pleasant smile appeared on his face, and then he started to explain his explanation just when Jiu Lama was about to regret it.

In the next few minutes, Jiu Lama's face became extremely gloomy, his eyes continuously searched fiercely for Buddha, and he did not believe what Yan Hao said, and his mood became extremely gloomy with every word Yan Hao said.

After Yan Hao finished explaining that children should not be exposed to rivers and crabs, the Nine Lamas lowered their heads and didn't know what they were thinking about.

"Human beings are really perverted."

Just when the room entered an awkward silence, Jiu Su'er suddenly sighed.

"If you are not a pervert, how can you fight for a human race in the thousands of heavens and worlds? These countless epochs have only been achieved through madness."

Yan Hao touched the two people's heads and said, then kicked the young man away, then carried it on his shoulders like a sack, and finally turned around and walked towards the second floor.

And just when Yan Hao stepped onto the first staircase, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiu Lama.

"Little fox, don't let your instinctive desire to protect you get carried away. Many fools become the most evil in the world because of their own extreme kindness. No matter what the human race is like, you just have to live your life well."

After saying that, Yan Hao carried the young man and disappeared at the top of the stairs, leaving behind the Nine Lama who still looked troubled.

The dazed Yamato slowly opened his eyes again, and then saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

However, before they could react, a sharp pain suddenly awakened his confused will.

He felt as if sulfuric acid had been injected into all the veins in his body. The soreness and pain made him wish he could fall into a coma again.

However, the muscles all over his body seemed to be continuously stimulated by a current, keeping him awake at all times.

At this moment, a strange voice came into his middle school, and before he had time to react, a young man in white suddenly came to his side.

He was holding a splint in his hand. There seemed to be a lot of information on the splint, and he was focusing on the information. Once again, a burst of vague thoughts came from his mouth.

Yamato's pupils shrank instantly, and a memory that he thought had been hidden deep in his consciousness suddenly emerged.

It was also at this time that he suddenly felt the familiar coldness on his back, and the familiar smell of herbs and disinfectant that made him want to vomit.

This made Yamato's heart sink, and his heart began to beat violently.

"Impossible, impossible, three generations of him, who am I, that, lightning?"

Yamato's head began to spin violently, hoping to recall what he had experienced for several hours, and the fear in his heart screamed like boiling water.

Crackle

And just when a familiar voice woke up Yamato, who was starting to be messy, he saw the man in white put on a pair of sinful gloves with his hands.

The kind of gloves that took away countless of his colleagues back then.

Suddenly Yamato wanted to sit up violently, then crush the origin of evil with his own hands, and end it all with the same ability as the God of Ninja World.

However, he soon discovered that he could not control his body at all. It was as if a huge mountain was pressing on him, so heavy that he could not move his head. All the muscles in his face were immobilized. He could only let his eyes do everything. A weak rotation.

This made Yamato's heart continue to beat violently, and panic rushed into his mind like a flood.

But he couldn't make any move and could only watch the man in white continue his unknown preparations.

Yamato blinked fiercely, hoping to attract the man's attention, hoping that he would know that he was consciously thinking now, and then wait until he gets his attention.

Yamato suddenly realized that he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, he found that his mouth was a little loose, and he seemed to be able to make sounds.

This made Yamato ecstatic, he started to open his mouth hard, and just when he was about to shout, something hard was stuffed into his mouth.

Yamato's eyes immediately contracted, and then he looked down and found that a bamboo had grown up near his mouth at some point, and instantly blocked his mouth.

"shush"

A man's voice came into his ears. The voice had a strange and childlike sound, like a child's, but also had an ancient vicissitude, which instantly made Yamato's whole body goosebumps.

He raised his eyes and found that the man in white had noticed him.

At this time, Yamato's lips were pressed with his fingers and his consciousness was quiet.

His eyes, which seemed to be indistinguishable between men and women, and which seemed to emit a faint yellow light, reminded Yamato of a certain person, and this made him tremble all over.

"Keep your voice down. There are foxes looking for food down there. Don't disturb them."

The man spoke in a soft tone, seeming to comfort the young man lying on the bed.

Upon hearing this, Yamato began to sway violently, and began to use all his strength to fight against the restraints on his body, but in the end he could only let his body tremble slightly.

"You don't have to be afraid, because fear is useless."

The man whispered again, moving his hand from Yamato's mouth to his chest, and then pressed it down slightly.

Then Yamato just tightened his pupils violently, watching the man in white slowly raise his other hand, and a familiar light emitted from his hand.

"What kind of vines are there for you?"

Yamato began to yell, but Taketo muffled his words.

Seeing this, the man in white just showed a bright smile, and then slowly pressed his hand with terrifying thunder and lightning on the young man's head.