Chapter 621: Tough Sheren

The center of the altar.
　　
　　 The cold wind looked at the Datongmusheren who was standing next to him who was pretending to be calm. He was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered something: kind eyebrows and kind eyes!
　　
　　 Yes, as long as there is kind eyebrows and good eyes, Datongmusheren, a little kid who can't pay his head, will worship, shouting grandpa grandpa grandpa?
　　
　　 But...
　　
　　He is blind...
　　
　　 Be kind to your sister!
　　
　　 Hanfeng asked with a gloomy look: "What physical skills have you learned?"
　　
　　 "Soft fist."
　　
　　 Datongmushe people are very cooperative, "It is the physical skill acquired by the ancestors of the Hyuga Clan of Ninja World."
　　
The existence of 　　 Earth-Moon Channel was to make it easy for the Datongmu clan to monitor the Ninja World, so it was not difficult for them to obtain the soft boxing method from the Hyuga clan.
　　
　　 "And then?" Cold Wind continued to ask.
　　
　　 "I have learned thirty-two palms." Datongmushe cried immaturely.
　　
"Ok?"
　　
　　 A smile of joy flashed in the cold wind's eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Except for Rouquan, don't you learn other physical skills?"
　　
"My father said that he should be single-minded, and when I master 64 palms, I will pass on my return to heaven and other physical skills." Datongmushe people have a saying that they can practice soft boxing to 32 palms at his age. The blood of the Datongmu clan in his body deserves the title of'Pureest'!
　　
　　"Where are phantom and ninjutsu?" Cold Wind continued to ask.
　　
　　 Datongmusheren was a little strange, but still shook his head.
　　
　　 He is only in his early 7s, and he can practice soft boxing to thirty-two palms is almost the limit. What do you expect from him?
　　
　　 But when this happens, the cold wind breaks down.
　　
　　Gathering technique can only be collected on a person three times, and the Datongmushe people only have the physique of the white eyes and the Datongmu family except for the soft fist and the chakra refinement.
　　
　　 and rolled his eyes, he was not born!
　　
　　 The cold wind was overjoyed, and without a word, he threw a gathering technique at him.
　　
　　 The green light in his mind was boiling, but it soon subsided.
　　
　　 The collection failed without suspense.
　　
　　 At this time, the Datongmushe people are afraid of the cold wind, hate and anger, and are full of wariness, how can they get into the soul?
　　
　　 The cold breeze blinked: How about slaughtering the Datongmusheren directly, and then using the Datongmushe Fukuyama as a sacrifice to reincarnate the Datongmusheren from the dirty soil, and then collect his body?
　　
　　 But will this be too cruel, he is still a child.
　　
　　 Although Cold Wind is killing a hundred people and a thousand people, he still cannot let go of an innocent child... unless there is no other choice.
　　
　　 The cold wind squinted his eyes and took two steps forward, and took off Datongmusheren's shirt strongly.
　　
　　 "You, what are you doing?!"
　　
　　 Datongmushe people felt the roughness of the cold wind and immediately fought hard to resist, but when he was only 7 years old, what can he do in the face of an adult?
　　
　　 In a blink of an eye, the clothes of Datongmusheren was taken off by the cold wind, and then the cold wind eagerly bit his finger, carved a rune on the opponent's chest, and took a picture of it with his palm.
　　
　　 As the runes melted in, Datongmusheren's struggle became lighter and lighter. Finally, he lay on the ground, holding his heart with both hands and shouting ‘uh uh uh’.
　　
　　 The heart-binding curse imprinted by the cold wind, and his order is not to be hostile to the cold wind!
　　
and so……
　　
　　 "Ahhhhhh..."
　　
　　 Datongmusheren trembled all over, and began to hiss and howl.
　　
　　 After a while, he woke up the next big Tsuki Fukuyama.
　　
　　 "Sheren, what's wrong with you?" Datongmu Fukuyama was heartbroken when he heard his son's miserable howls!
　　
"Ah... Father, help, save me... Ahhhhh..." Datong Musheren had collapsed to the ground at this time, with cold sweat all over his body, he only felt that his heart was being dragged tightly by a big hand. Attempt to drag him into the abyss of death!
　　
　　 "Only you can save you."
　　
　　 Han Feng said, "You have been cursed by me, unless you let go of your hatred for me, otherwise..."
　　
　　 "Devil! You devil!!" Otsuki Fukuyama glared at him, wishing to have the flesh and blood of the cold wind!
　　
　　 "If I were the devil, your father and son would have already died."
　　
　　 Han Feng hummed, "As long as you let go of your hatred, there will be no pain. Don't worry, when I get what I want, I will let you go."
　　
　　 Otsuki Fukuyama didn't believe the cold wind at all. He came to his son with difficulty, only to find that his son had passed out with foam and pain.
　　
　　 The cold wind waved his hand, and a shadow clone next to him immediately went over to do artificial...cough, heal.
　　
　　 After a while, the Datongmushe people shouted vigorously again.
　　
　　 The cold wind will be a little hungry, let the shadow clone take good care of the father and son Fukuyama, guard the altar, and leave some weapons and grain pills to rush outside as Fei Lei Shen.
　　
　　 In the dim yellow, the sky is still covered by dense black eagle puppets, flying into the passage one after another to the altar.
　　
　　 The cold wind shook his head slightly, and without the control of Fukuyama, the puppets, even if they could run, they would be robots, and they would not be a big weapon.
　　
　　 Otherwise, they can explode this huge boulder in one volley.
　　
　　 But unfortunately, this cobblestone is the sacred altar of the Datongmu clan. Without Datongmu Fukuyama’s order, these puppets would never attack without authorization!
　　
　　 Therefore, they can only line up to rush into the passage to give heads to the shadow clones of the cold wind.
　　
　　 If it weren’t for the shadowy clones’ fierceness, enough to burn the puppet to ashes, the puppet parts alone could bury this long passage!
　　
　　 The cold wind retracted his gaze, and the figure flew to the palace balcony two kilometers away, and then opened to escape into the palace.
　　
Although the 　　 Datongmu clan is on the verge of extinction, their history must be recorded somewhere.
　　
　　History is so serious, I want to see it!
　　
　　 Of course, if he can, he even wants to find the place where Datongmu Huiye is sealed, and have a great deal with Comrade Huiye!
　　
　　 There are many floating islands nearby, and each has a huge palace group. In order to increase efficiency, the cold wind has separated dozens of shadow clones to help.
　　
　　 Half a month passed in a flash~EbookFREE.me~ During the cold wind, he would return to the altar from time to time to check Otsuki Fukuyama and his son. The ending surprised him.
　　
Datongmu Fukuyama seems to have accepted his fate, sitting in a corner holding Datongmusheren, but Datongmushe people are extremely tough, even if the heart is constantly suppressed by the heart-binding curse, they still don’t change their original intentions, and hate Han to death. wind.
　　
　　 The cold wind is not as familiar to children, and after leaving behind enough food pills and water to survive their lives, he left again.
　　
　　 The black hawk puppets outside were also wiped out by the shadow clones of the cold wind nearly half of them in this half month, and the ‘shadow’ in the sky became sparser.
　　
　　 This is going to be served by him.
　　
　　 The cold wind shook his head, and at this moment, the memory of a shadow clone suddenly poured into his mind.
　　
　　 The library of the Otsuki clan, found it!
　　
　　 The cold wind figure flashed, and immediately flew there, and you saw a huge bronze door. The door had been opened, and there was a handful of flying thunder Kunai on the ground. The cold wind picked it up and put it away and walked in.
　　
　　 The library is very large, with a total area of ​​500 square meters. The walls are surrounded by huge bookshelves with beautiful decorations, on which the dense narrative scrolls are slowed down.
　　
　　 At the same time, the shadow avatars who were looking for the library in other palaces also flew here one after another, and under the sign of the cold wind, they began to check the scrolls here.
　　
　　Unconsciously, time is passing slowly...
　　
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