Naruto system rampages in another world

"Elementary Sharingan: The current development level is 50. When the development level is 100, the current complete ability of this eye will be obtained.

Current capabilities are as follows:

1. Dynamic vision: Powerful dynamic capture ability, which can observe and capture the trajectory of the opponent.The current dynamic capture limit target's agility must not be higher than 1 times its own agility.

2. Observation: By observing the enemy's movements, there is a certain probability of analyzing the opponent's intentions.The probability depends on the level, development, and dynamic vision of the Sharingan.The current probability is 25.

3. Portrait: All physical movements that can be captured with the eyes are non-special and can be copied through self-practice.The time required depends on the Sharingan level and current development level.Note: The more views, the shorter the time required.

The perfect development degree of a pair of Sharingan is 100. At that time, you can perfectly utilize all the abilities of the Sharingan at the current level, and you can also start to advance to the next level of Sharingan.

However, Qin Hao's Sharingan is not complete, but only one eyeball is a single Magatama Sharingan, so the maximum development level of his Sharingan can only reach 50, which is his current top level.

However, after all, the development of one eye has been raised to the peak. In a non-strict sense, the single eye should also obtain the "complete" ability first and reach the "complete body" first.

Qin Hao was not disappointed. After the above information flashed through his mind, a line of unfamiliar text surfaced.

"Destroy illusions: see through all illusions, not be hindered by falsehoods, and look directly at the true meaning."

"The peak value of the single-eyed Sharingan eye. Detecting. Uchiha bloodline is activated. Evaluate 20 probability of successful activation. Whether to activate it or not."

"..." activated, there is nothing to hesitate about this kind of thing.

"Uchiha bloodline activation begins. Activation in progress, countdown to 19 days, 59 hours and 59 minutes."

Sharingan, the symbol of Uchiha bloodline, and only Uchiha bloodline can truly exert the ability of Sharingan. For Qin Hao, these are not necessary things. Of course, if the Uchiha bloodline can be successfully activated, future progress It should save a lot of trouble, but it makes people feel happy. Qin Hao said he was looking forward to it.

"drive"

On the narrow horse path for 5 people, dust was flying. A group of rather bloated merchants slowly came into Qin Hao's sight. Five black pack horses were lined up first. On the carriage was a strong man in his 40s with an unshaven beard. He shouted loudly behind him: "Hurry up, hurry up, enter Dayuan City before dark."

As he spoke, the 3-meter-long riding whip in his hand made a crisp sound in the air, and the five spiritual horses, "Herod", neighed, raised their forelimbs, and stamped forward with all their strength. The speed is like a turtle crawling, with almost no speed increase.

"It's a very heavy cargo." Qin Hao stood on the loess slope with half-closed eyes, quietly looking at the long convoy, feeling a little curious.

114 carriages and 1723 people. For the Sharingan, counting couldn't be easier.

The car board is also unusually spacious. There are bags of gray-brown cowhide sacks stacked on it. The mouth of the bag is tightly wrapped with a hemp rope as thick as a thumb. It is so tight that no light can shine inside, even with Qin Hao's eyesight. , and there is no way to guess what treasures are hidden inside.

Do ordinary things need to be wrapped so tightly? Obviously not.

The wheels of the car creaked on the dirt road, and the winding car marks were like big snakes snaking close to you from a distance. Suddenly, a gust of wind roared past, the loess rushed towards your face, and a sharp stone Hidden in the loess, I accidentally scratched the cowhide bag and cut an inch-long hole, revealing the white powder inside.

"Fuck, motherfucker."

A man wearing short sleeves and messy hair covered the cowhide bag with his big, calloused hands and cursed in an unclean manner: "Yue Laosan, didn't you say this bag is strong and tight? Damn it, there's a gust of wind. He can even be cut by stones. Next time I see him, I have to settle the score with him."

"Okay, don't be verbose, hurry up and clean up." A man who looked like a boss walked in with a simple knife, and glanced at the cut on the cowhide with a little doubt, as if it had been scratched by a sharp knife.

His eyes froze, he suddenly raised his head, and looked around. After a while, he found no one, then he knelt down and picked up a piece of white gravel on the ground. His fingertips touched the sharp edge of the stone, and his face turned slightly. slow.

Two more middle-aged men came from the team, carrying a brand new cowhide bag. They put the damaged bag directly into it, tied it with a thick rope, and put it back on the carriage.

The man who looked like a leader raised his hand and shouted: "Let's go, speed up, and rush back to Dayuan City tonight. I will be rewarded by Butler Zhao, and everyone's kindness is indispensable."

The team cheered loudly. The leader laughed, jumped up and jumped onto the front carriage. He took the whip and whipped it hard on the horse's back, leaving a deep red mark. The horse was in pain and howled in pain. With a sound, he ran forward, his speed seemed to have increased slightly.

No one noticed that inside the cowhide bag that had just been scratched open by a stone, there was an insect the size of a fingernail, lying motionless in the white powder.

A quarter of an hour later, the convoy slowly left. Qin Hao and the little fat man poked their heads out from behind the small slope.

"Brother, we have to go back to Dayuan City." The little fat man had a keen intuition.

"Well, it's not us, it's me. The two of us are too conspicuous together." Qin Hao stared at the little fat man's bare head speechlessly.

"Oh"

The little fat man made a sad face, touched his forehead, and muttered in a low voice: "Why can't my hair grow? It's all my fault, Master..."

Ignoring the little fat man's complaints, Qin and Hao turned around and walked away. Shortly after they left, another lonely figure appeared on the road.

The white gown was stained with red blood flowers. He carried a long and narrow sword on his back. He staggered forward a little. His waterfall-like black hair had not been taken care of for a long time. He just used a simple A rope was tied behind his back, a little messy, but still unable to conceal his outstanding temperament.

As he walked on the road, his boots were scratched, exposing two toes. The shoes splashed on the ground, splashing loess. There was a deep red gash on his right foot, which had been simply treated, and there was still faint scarlet blood. Seeping out.

Embarrassed, yet arrogant, his feet are swaying, but his waist is straight. On his handsome face, a pair of sword eyebrows rise to the sky. The whole person feels like a sharp sword as soon as it is unsheathed. , then the cold is pressing and the sharpness is abnormal.

If you are not born with a sword heart and a cold sword, who can you be?

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