The Legend of the Beginning of the Ninja World

"Brother, have you heard of Loulan? I seem to have a little impression of that."

In the dark night, Jianfeng sat on the ground with a ninja who guarded the camp, chatting about things all over the world.

"Loulan? I've never heard of it. The name of that small place sounds pretty nice."

"It's okay, I just remembered it suddenly, maybe I heard someone mention it before."Jianfeng turned her head to look at Mingyue, a trace of sadness appeared on her handsome face, at night, no matter what time of day, as long as you look up, you can see the source of chakra, but no one knows it.

The ninja who was talking was amused by the expression on Jian Feng's face, which was pretending to be deep at a young age.

"You go to the camp and get some food, so the two of us can sit here and chat."

Hearing that, Jianfeng got up and walked back to the tent, it is best to have fun in time, anyway, Naruto can go back in the movie, there is no reason why he can't go back, at worst, he will be dirty and live until the time when the dragon veins are sent away.

After picking up the mixed vegetables, more than ten minutes had passed. As soon as he walked to the camp guard, he noticed that the surrounding environment was a bit strange.

"Isn't it a bit of sand to show off illusions in front of Uchiha?" Jian Feng opened his eyes again, and his eyes had turned into Sangouyu Sharingans. The man who wears the armor of the Thousand Hands.

A middle-aged man walked out of the Thousand Hands Squad. He was very handsome, but his handsome face and terrifying muscles were hard to associate with each other.

"I opened the Sangouyu at a young age. It's a good talent. It's a pity that you met us. I will give you a piece of advice. Remember not to vote for Uchiha in your next life."

After all, the middle-aged man unpretentiously punched a fist. Although there was no blessing of any weapon, the chakra on the fist that was condensed into a solid khaki-yellow color was stronger than any iron object.

Jian Feng turned his body slightly, and avoided the fatal blow. The strong wind blown by the punch made people's ears hurt, and the wooden wall behind him was also knocked down several fences by a punch.

"Let me also send you a word, destroying public property must be punished."

Before the middle-aged man retracted his fist, Jian Feng grabbed his wrist and started wrestling.

The middle-aged man was dismissive at the beginning, gradually became numb, and finally fell into panic. In the family, except for the patriarch and a few people who specialize in physical skills, his strength has never lost, but now this Uchi But Bo seemed to be able to handle it with ease, as if he was teasing himself.

"Captain, have you played enough? Our mission this time must not be forgotten."

"Yeah, kill him sooner, we are going to let Uchiha have no successors on the battlefield this time."

Listening to the conversation of the Senshou Clan, Jian Feng understood roughly that the Senshou Clan was planning to play tricks. As long as Uchiha's follow-up fighters couldn't make up for it, wouldn't the Senshou Clan slowly move closer to victory? .

The captain of the Thousand Hands Squad was sweating coldly. He felt that his arm bones were about to be crushed. Didn't it mean that all the Uchihas who could fight were gone, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled? What's going on with this man in front of him?

"Everyone, since you are here, please be safe, and stay here obediently."Jian Feng's clenched hands were loosened, and the team leader, who had struggled to break free from Jian Feng, sat down on the ground, looking very embarrassed.

"Even if you are talented in strength, what you have to face is our entire Thousand Hands Squad."The captain of the Thousand Hands Squad hurriedly beckoned, and the Thousand Hands Squad who was behind him immediately stood in front of the captain, and the shining blade looked cold under the reflection of the flames.