Naruto: My Own Wind

Ugh…

A long sigh sounded in the house.

Seeing that Zebei and Fengjian didn't speak, Longsang looked at Mizhiguo and asked, "Who? Who is sighing?"

Zebei smiled contemptuously, turned around and walked to the Daimyo of the Tea Country, bent down and helped him up.

Seeing the tea kingdom’s face as gloomy as water, Long Sang took three steps back in fear, pointed at him, and said tremblingly: "You...didn’t you die of poisoning?

How...how can you still stand up! "

"Haha... When did I tell you that I died of poisoning?" The Daimyo of the Tea Country wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his palm, and showed them the deep red on it, "This is not the blood I vomited, it's just chicken blood."

"What? This is chicken blood!" The Daimyo of the Rice Country widened his eyes and pointed at him, "But...but I saw with my own eyes that you ate the rice."

"Haha... that's because you are short-sighted. I spit out the rice you put into your mouth."

Upon hearing this, the Daimyo of the Country of Rice lowered his head and looked at the ground.

"Don't look for it. I can't spit on the ground." The Daimyo of the Tea Country took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, opened it, and a lump of rice fell to the ground.

At this moment, the Daimyo of the Rice Country had dull eyes. He couldn't believe that the Daimyo of the Tea Country was trying to lure out the snake out of its hole by fooling around with the fake right under his nose.

As for Long Sang, seeing the smiles on the faces of the Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom and Zebei, he felt that this was a huge humiliation to himself.

Long Sang raised his eyelids, revealing a sinister and cruel look. His nose muscles formed a "川" shape, and his facial muscles twitched. He pursed his upper lip and spoke word by word, "What's the use of being smart? In the face of absolute strength, it is vulnerable."

After saying that, he raised his head and shouted, "Come in."

Hula hula!

More than a dozen people rushed in.

“Hehe… Your Highness, don’t worry. When I return to the Tea Kingdom, I will bury you with the highest standards.” Long Sang bared his teeth and revealed a sinister smile.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen people swarmed forward and surrounded the Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom, Zebei and Fengjian.

"Absolute strength? That's right." The Daimyo of the Tea Country showed no fear at all. He turned around and bowed to Kazama.

Frightened, Feng Jian quickly dodged to the side and stretched out his hand to stop the Daimyo of the Tea Country, "Your Highness, there is no need to do this. My mission is to protect your safety.

So, you and Lord Zebei should step back and give me some time so I can get rid of them."

"Haha...then I'll have to trouble Kazama." The Kingdom of Tea said with a smile.

"What's the trouble? This is my job." Feng Jian formed seals with both hands, "Ninjutsu: Shadow Clone Technique!"

Leave a shadow clone by the side of the Daimyo of the Tea Country, just in case.

"Are you a ninja? Which village are you from?" A middle-aged man with short brown-green hair among the group of people surrounding them asked with a frown.

"What do you care which village I am from?" Feng Jian raised his head and held up two fingers, "There are two roads in front of you.

The first way is that God has a benevolent nature, and you and I have no grudges in the past and no hatred in the present. So, you guys should go back to where you came from. As for me, I will just pretend that I have never seen you.

As for the second one, hehe... I'm sorry, you either carry it or float it."

"Floating away?" asked the uncle with short brown-green hair in confusion.

"Haha...it means the soul is returning to its hometown." Fengjian grinned.

"Soul return..." The short-haired uncle paused, looking at Fengjian with an increasingly unfriendly look, "Little bastard, do you want to reincarnate as soon as possible?

Well then, I will grant your wish."

After saying that, he waved his hand and two men rushed out from the crowd, punching and kicking, one attacking from the upper three routes and the other attacking from the lower three routes.

Fengjian looked disdainful, this speed was still too slow.

He first struck back and kicked the person who raised his leg in the crotch, kicking him in a parabola. Then he grabbed the wrist of the person who was boxing, and when he struggled to break free, he kicked him in the crotch again, forcing him to follow in the same footsteps as before.

A human pyramid made the two men wail continuously.

"Damn it! Let's attack together!" The uncle with short brown-green hair pulled out the big knife behind him and rushed towards Fengjian first.

The others also drew their weapons and rushed towards Fengjian, shouting.

The uncle with short brown-green hair raised the big knife in his hand high, and with one move, he chopped Huashan Mountain with all his strength, and attacked Fengjian's head with a fierce wind.

Feng Jian was calm and composed. He took a step with his left leg and leaned his body to the side to avoid the downward blow of the big knife. At the same time, he leaned back to avoid the other attack.

Taking advantage of the momentum of leaning back, lift your left foot upward with force.

boom!

The left foot was kicking the attacker in the crotch.

Click, click, click!

The sound of two eggs cracking.

Bang!

The katana fell to the ground.

Ouch…

The man covering his crotch howled in pain.

He flipped backwards to avoid the attacks.

Without turning around, Fengjian kicked the person who was chasing him in the abdomen and knocked him to the ground.

He turned around and lowered his head to avoid the sweeping blows of two weapons. Fengjian punched out with his left and right fists at the same time, hitting the two attackers in the lower abdomen.

When the two men covered their lower abdomens, Fengjian threw two uppercuts, hitting them on the chin and knocking them out.

Taking a step back, three samurai swords fell in front of Kazama.

He jumped up directly and kicked three people in the air three times, sending them flying.

Then he did a backflip to avoid a man's brutal charge and kicked the man in the back of the neck with both feet, knocking him to a pulp.

He squatted down as soon as he landed, avoiding the sweep again. Fengjian didn't even stand up, but directly kicked out with a sweeping kick.

As the two men fell downwards, Fengjian quickly threw two punches, hitting them in the face.

Two cracking sounds caused the two men's noses to bleed and they fainted on the ground.

Then he rolled backwards to avoid the broadsword of the short-haired man with brown and green hair, stood up and did a roundhouse kick, kicking away a follow-up attacker.

After landing, he took a step forward and came nose to nose with an enemy who was holding a knife. While the enemy was stunned, he kneed him, almost making him vomit his overnight meal.

Then he hit him hard, causing him to lose consciousness and fall to the ground.

He jumped back again, avoiding the pursuit of the man with short brown and green hair and the other two people.

As soon as his toes touched the ground, Fengjian used the force to his advantage and rushed in front of the three men. He used his hands and feet to beat them up, leaving them with bruises and swollen faces.

After one final roundhouse kick, the three of them lay on the ground groaning.

In just a moment, the dozen or so helpers that Long Sang called in were either unconscious or groaning. In short, they were completely wiped out.

Gulu!

Long Sang swallowed his saliva, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He really couldn't understand where this yellow-haired guy came from and how he had such extraordinary skills. He had never seen him in Dadu before.

Ok?

Blonde hair!

Long Sang suddenly realized and pointed at Feng Jian, "So it's you!"

Feng Jian was a little confused by his words. What did he mean by "it's me"? Do we know each other?

“Hehe… What, you know how you failed last time?” The Daimyo of the Tea Country patted Kazama, “You are still as powerful as ever! Kazama.”

"Hehe...Your Highness, thank you for your praise. I..."

"It's you, damn it! You damned yellow-haired jerk, why do you always ruin my plans!" Long Sang's face was as red as a date, and his hair was like a broom.

"Repeatedly?" Fengjian was a little confused.

"Kazama, the last time in Daito, the grass ninja attacked the daimyo, it was also he who planned it." Zebei explained.

When Fengjian heard this, he suddenly realized that if this was the case, he would have ruined this guy's plans time and time again.

"Since I know it's you, I don't have to look for you alone." Long Sang gritted his teeth and shouted to the outside of the door, "Come out, it's your turn to take action."

The Daimyo of the Tea Country and Zebei were stunned. Without saying a word, they returned to the shadow clone at the same time.

As for Kazama, he didn't look surprised at all.

This is an S-level mission, and it's not something that a group of idiots just now managed by sheer numbers. Without any heavyweight guy, how could the system dare to define it as an S-level mission!

Therefore, Fengjian was looking forward to seeing if another person in a black robe with auspicious clouds would appear.