Ink marks on leaves

Chapter 276

The bloodthirsty feeling completely dissipated, Chong Wu only felt relaxed.

"never mind?"

Chong Wu cried out in surprise and touched his neck.

There was a surge of heat there, but it was sealed tightly.

"As long as there is this seal, your celestial chakra will not go berserk."

"Immortal Chakra?"

Chongwu whispered, seemingly puzzled.

"I'll explain this to you later. Now, come with me."

Chong Wu nodded and followed behind Mo Feng.

Looking at Mo Feng's back, Chong Wu felt a sense of peace of mind.

This person can really help themselves out of their current predicament.

That's great.

No more killing.

You can get along well with nature.

Chongwu felt joy in his heart, and felt that the air had become sweet.

At the entrance of the cave, there was an unexpected visitor.

It was a teenager.

White hair, golden pupils, two spots of cinnabar between the eyebrows.

Very handsome.

Mo Feng was slightly surprised, he didn't expect to meet him here.

The boy glanced at Mo Feng, then locked his eyes on Chongwu.

"he's mine."

The young man spoke with a cold voice.

As if he was born to speak that way.

Zhongwu looked at this boy who was as old as himself in surprise, and didn't expect that there would be a second person wanting him today.

"Orochimaru sent you here?"

Hearing the sound, the young man had a faint look of surprise in his eyes.

Who is this person?

Actually know Master Orochimaru.

"how do you know?"

Mo Feng smiled lightly, and said, "Oshewan is good at selecting people, and he can recruit such outstanding talents as you."

When it comes to trafficking capabilities, Orochimaru is second to none in this world, and no one can fight against it.

Apart from the reasons for speaking skills, Dashewan's personality charm is also unmatched.

That kind of personality charm is simply a deadly poison for someone like Junma Lu who can't find the meaning of life.

Once contaminated, there is no way to get rid of it.

Orochimaru's subordinates either admired him extremely, or respected and feared him.

But loyalty is nothing to say.

If Danzo learned how to deal with people like Orochimaru, his reputation in Konoha would not be so bad.

Seeing that Mo Feng didn't answer his question, Jun Malu showed dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, Chongwu, I have already made a reservation, you can go back and tell Orochimaru."

Jun Malu heard the words, stared at Mo Feng coldly, and said: "The order I got was to take him back, there is no other choice."

Seeing Jun Malu's murderous look, Mo Feng was quite helpless.

It seems that this fight has to be fought.

If it was Jun Ma Lu in the future, Mo Feng would still pay attention to one or two, but the current Jun Ma Lu is only eight years old, no matter how amazing his talent is, he will not be very strong.

You must know that Jun Malu, who is at the peak, is probably also a shadow-level figure.

Now it's just a child.

A gust of wind blew up the corners of their clothes.

Jun Malu was dressed in lavender and white, and looked young and handsome.

Mo Feng was dressed in black, but he looked mysterious.

There was a serious look in Jun Malu's eyes.

Before fighting, he felt the powerful aura of the opponent.

Among the people he has met, only Oshemaru-sama can compare.

Is this person as powerful as Master Orochimaru?
No, how is that possible.

Orochimaru-sama is the strongest.

No matter what, I must complete this task.

I must not let Master Orochimaru down!
Thinking of this, Jun Malu no longer hesitated, cut out his palms, and aimed ten fingers at Mo Feng.

"Ten-finger piercing!"

White bones protruded from the ten fingers, shining like bullets.

shhhhhh!
But in an instant, ten fingers and coccyx shot out one after another.

Extremely fast!

Mo Feng was quite surprised, this was the first time he saw the bone veins.

He hadn't met members of the Hui Ye clan in the Wuyin battlefield for several years before.

As a result, he couldn't collect the blood of this group at all.

Later, the deal with Orochimaru got the blood of Shigumai, and I think the source is Junmalu in front of him.

The last member of the clan, that blood successor is quite outstanding.

While thinking, Mo Feng naturally wouldn't be passively beaten.

Stretch out your hands, ten drops of ink condense on your fingertips.

"Ten ink arrows!"

The ink dots turned into small arrows with a length of two centimeters, piercing through the air.

It was actually very similar to Jun Ma Lu's attack method.

boom!
Mo Ya and the white finger bones met in the air, making a sound of collision.

I saw the small black arrow passing through the middle of the finger bone, directly nailing it, and then fell to the ground.

The seemingly astonishing attack was resolved in such an understatement.

Jun Malu's face became more and more solemn, the attack method of this person just now was so strange.

It is actually seven or eight points similar to myself.

Mo Feng smiled faintly, imitating Jun Malu's attack style on a whim, unexpectedly it was quite interesting.

Chongwu was even more surprised.

I just feel that both of them are very powerful, and I am not an opponent at all.

Even if he ran away, he couldn't hurt them in the slightest.

"Your attack is still interesting, and your strength is not bad. But you are still too young. You are not my opponent at all. Give up." Mo Feng said lightly.

It's just that Jun Malu is not such a person who gives up so easily.

"I'm going to take him."

Jun Malu said coldly, as if he was saying that I want to eat today.

Mo Feng was helpless.

This guy is really persistent.

A bone knife spit out from the joint of Jun Malu's left arm, and he gently held it with his right hand.

"Unless I die, otherwise, I will not fail."

In the words, there is endless determination.

"It seems that they are not listening."

Mo Feng whispered, but Jun Malu had already attacked.

"Dance of Tsubaki!"

Jun Malu approached, and the bone knife stabbed fiercely.

Mo Feng dodged slightly, but saw Jun Malu turned around, and his right foot appeared in front of his chest, less than three centimeters away.

Mo Feng waved his palm and pushed his right foot away.

Jun Malu took advantage of the situation to turn around, but the bone knife slashed again.

Mo Feng frowned slightly, and the ink flowed up to the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and with a light pinch, the bone knife was caught between the two fingers.

The bone knife pulled hard, but couldn't move.

"Physical skills are good, but the strength is too weak."

How much strength can an eight-year-old boy have.

Jun Malu didn't say a word, and kicked out with his right foot.

But above the right foot, there was a bone blade.

It looks extremely sharp, enough to cut off a person's neck.

But obviously Mo Feng's neck was not included.

Stretch out your left hand, grasp the bone blade firmly, and squeeze it lightly.

Click!

In Jun Malu's eyes, the extremely hard bone blade was actually shattered.

This time, Jun Malu's expression changed.

Such a short distance can still respond.

"I said, you are not my opponent."

When the index finger and middle finger moved, the bone knife also broke in two.

The left palm slapped Jun Malu's chest, his body flew upside down, and blood also spurted from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)