Naruto Ultimate Sasa

Checked the bounty again.

"A monk who has done all kinds of evil has a bounty of 1000 million taels."

Regardless of whether he and Uncle Snake colluded, Qian Qingfeng was determined.

This kind of small walking treasury will be blamed if God refuses to take it back. Qingfeng is ready to reap the benefits. At worst, both sides will suffer, so he goes to make up for it.

This money is like picking it up for free.

"Come to welcome - Kill with Thousand Hands"

Dilu had been prepared for a long time, just to prevent a sneak attack by this uncle who did not respect martial arts.

The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara behind him slapped the kunai away with one palm, and then hit Zhongming's fat belly with another palm, sending him flying away.

"As expected of the genius of the Fire Temple, he has already mastered the talents of the Immortal Clan at such a young age. Unfortunately, the result is still the same."

Zhong Ming stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened and patted the non-existent dust on his stomach. The murderous intention on his body had been radiated unabashedly. He had suffered a loss at the hands of a junior. Everyone here will die tonight.

At this moment, he didn't look like a monk, but like an evil ghost running out of hell.

"Come to welcome - Kill with Thousand Hands"

In a head-to-head confrontation, his immortal talent has not scared anyone, not to mention that the person in front of him is just a junior, and he can defeat him head-on.

The fists condensed by golden chakra collided wildly.

The sound of ping-pong was deafening.

Qingfeng was a little worried and hid a little further away, watching the big trees next to him swaying wildly due to the strong wind that collided with each other, and a layer of turf on the ground had been lifted up.

The rabbit roasting campfire was not spared either, and the messy flames were blown everywhere. In order not to cause a fire, Qingfeng turned into a firefighter and frantically put out the fire.

There were just two monks. One had been rampant for a long time, and the other was adamant about not killing animals. He had no idea that if the forest caught fire, how many small animals would be roasted.

It must be a lot more than Qingfeng has roasted in his entire life.

The dark clouds in the sky drifted away in time, and the cold moonlight illuminated the battle scene.

You slap me and I punch, and no one can hurt anyone temporarily. Qingfeng, who has been silently watching the battle, has already seen that the "Thousand-Hand Guanyin" condensed from the earth and the land is not Zhongming's porcelain.

This big bald man still has some strength.

As the battle intensified, beads of sweat oozed from Dilu's shiny forehead, and the "Thousand-Hand Guanyin" behind him dimmed a bit.

Such a high-intensity battle for a long time has put a lot of pressure on him now. Fortunately, he ate two rabbit legs from Qingfeng at night, otherwise he would have been just a little weak and he would have been defeated now.

He secretly thought in his heart: "When the meeting is over, I'd better say thank you to the masked man again. It's really been a big help."

Both sides are now consuming huge amounts of chakra every minute and every second. Whoever runs out of chakra first will lose.

"You can't hold on any longer, right? When you die, I will keep my promise and deliver your head to the gate of the Fire Temple in person."

The fat on Zhongming's body was trembling, and he was also under a lot of pressure.

The murderous intention in his heart is even stronger. This little genius has exceeded his expectations. For the time being, he can still suppress him with the extra decades of practice. When he reaches 17 years old, he will definitely lose. If he has the chance, he must kill him now. he.

Dilu didn't dare to talk distractedly now, and tried his best to maintain the "Thousand-Armed Guanyin". If he was not careful, he would be found, but the chakra in his body was really running out.

If you keep going like this, you will lose sooner or later.

Dilu couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and his fists became messy.

"Little nephew, it seems that you know the difference. Now you know that it is too late to worry. When you never overestimate your capabilities and appear in front of me, this outcome is destined."

"The next game will not only determine victory or defeat, but also life and death."

Dilu has always been a good person. Since elementary school, he has always been "Keeping good thoughts, doing good deeds, and forming good relationships." In his eyes, Qingfeng is a chance encounter, and for a moment, he remembered what Qingfeng said just now.

"The current ninja world is not a ninja world full of understanding, tolerance and peace. With this kind of thinking, you will definitely not be able to survive in the ninja world. You must know "kind eyebrows and kind eyes" as well as "angry eyes".

In an instant, the young monk suddenly realized that "the kind-hearted Bodhisattva also sometimes gets angry."

The "Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara" behind him began to slowly turn a layer of blood red, and the original kind-hearted Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara turned into a vajra-glazed glare.

Zhongming's face was full of disbelief: "How is it possible? How did you do it?"

The palm swung out by the Thousand-Hand Guanyin behind him was directly interrupted by the red King Ming behind Di Lu, and it could not be recovered.

"Nothing is impossible. My immortal talent has surpassed yours. Uncle Master, go on your way with peace of mind!"

As the Bodhisattva statue behind Zhongming could no longer gather his chakra fist, it was finally slapped away. This time, Zhongming flew backwards.

"Wow..."

While he was still in the air, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole body felt like he was hit hard on the ground, and he couldn't stand up for a while.

The statue of King Ming of Di Lu maintained the posture and walked up to the former uncle and said exactly the same thing: "Go on your way with peace of mind. The monk will slowly repay you for the evil deeds you have done."

The bald man wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that he would have a hard time surviving.

"I'm not convinced. How did you understand the Angry Eyes King? I've been studying hard for half a lifetime, but I still can't do it. How did you do it?"

Although it was a good choice to let him leave with regrets, Di Lu did not do so and patiently answered the dying man's questions.

"The King of Angry Eyes is the final form of the talent of our Immortal Clan of the Fire Temple. Only by having kind thoughts in your heart and trying your best to create light even if you know you are in darkness can you be enlightened."

"Uncle Master, you had evil intentions in the temple and smeared the Temple of Fire. How could you possibly understand "keep good thoughts, practice good deeds, and form good relationships"?"

After Di Lu finished speaking, the big bald man on the ground breathed his last breath. The monk who had spent half his life as a womanizer and a womanizer came to an end in the hands of his fellow apprentice nephew, ending his sinful life.

Dilu recited a Buddhist chant softly, put away the "talent of the immortal clan", his face was abnormally pale, his body was seriously exhausted, and he sat directly next to the bald man.

Qingfeng, who was in the distance, could see clearly that the palm directly smashed the big bald man's internal organs. In one sentence, it was impossible for a god to save him. Only someone who was proficient in Yang Escape could save his life.

The civil war in the Temple of Fire has come to an end. The level of destruction is indeed much more exciting. The mission of the land has been successfully completed. Qingfeng, who has always been reaping the benefits, has finally come to the front.

Don't ask why, just come and pick up the money.

"Little monk, do you still have any use for this corpse?"

Di Lu glanced at Qingfeng, and it turned out that he was very good at not intervening in the battle, but after it was over, there were 1000 million taels lying on the ground, and he would definitely not give up easily.

"The young monk is preparing to take his body back to the Temple of Fire."