Quest Master of Konoha: Chapter 222 Teaching, Arena 5th floor.

after dinner.

Yakumo and Mori Masako were on their way home.

According to the original plan, Yakumo planned to go to the Konoha cemetery to teach the introductory moves of the Worrying Bone Qianxue Hagi Secret Manual, so that he could officially practice the advanced swordsmanship, but the plan did not change quickly.

Apprentice...how can a girlfriend be important?

Yakumo's eyes were full of happiness and joy, and the two of them held their palms tightly together. At this moment, he seemed to own the whole world.

"Hey, have you been in danger these few months?"

Mori Yazi asked casually, but she turned her head and stared at Yakumo's eyes tightly, waiting for his response.

"Of course not... There are not many people whose strength can hurt me..."

Yakumo hurriedly shook his head and replied.

"That's good."

Mori Yazi was relieved to see that Yakumo didn't seem to be cheating. She clearly knew that Yakumo had her own secret and would disappear every once in a while. Mori Masako didn't care about the secret, but she was worried that Yakumo would get hurt because of it.

The location of the two people's home is on the edge of Konohayin Village. As they approach the door, the pedestrians on the road become sparse, and there are only a few scattered lights left.

There was a shop selling breakfast at the entrance of the alley, which has now been closed.

Most of the surrounding houses were built in the first year of Konoha. Compared with the increasingly prosperous Konoha Hidden Village, Mori Yazi leaned halfway against Yakumo, and the shadows of the two faintly merged.

"Meow."

The milk ball walks like a cat on the wall.

"The milk ball... seems to have gained weight again."

"Meow meow meow!!"

On the wall, the milk ball howled with dissatisfaction.

After returning home.

Yakumo first treated Mori Masako's body, and in his mind he couldn't help but think of the root-based treatment authority in the expedition store.

It's a pity... that authority can only heal Yakumo himself.

That's why there is no purchase.

A worried look appeared in Yakumo's eyes.

"Your expression is like I can't see the sun tomorrow."

Mori Yazi snorted...with a smile.

"That's not true, it's just that a few years have passed... I still haven't acquired the ability to completely heal you."

Yakumo frowned and sighed in a low voice.

"It's...well now."

Mori Masako stretched out her hand and pinched Yakumo's cheek...with a smile on her face.

"You still smile...that's cute."

After a simple treatment, the two began to learn from each other at the training ground, mainly Mori Yazi was attacking, and Yakumo was defending. A full half an hour passed, Mori Yazi was exhausted, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Clothes stick to the skin, revealing lush and romantic curves.

"Okay, let's go home and rest."

Yakumo easily shook Mori Yazi away and ended the discussion.

Mori Yazi's face was full of excitement, but she was still very obedient, and at the same time... looking at Yakumo's relaxed and freehand face, even though she had tried her best to cultivate, the gap was still like a gulf.

A few minutes later, Yakumo sent Mori Masako home.

In a short distance of twenty meters, the two walked for ten minutes.

"See you tomorrow..."

Mori Yazi smiled playfully and pushed the door back home.

"See you tomorrow."

Yakumo replied with a smile.

Back home, Yakumo saw that it was still early, and came to the training ground with two wooden knives.

At this moment, Yakumo danced like a dream.

Even at the Daoist level of swordsmanship, standing in front like a moat, Yakumo knew that every time he swung the sword, he was in the process of getting stronger. Although it was extremely small, he could feel the slightest strengthening.

Over time, water drops and stones wear through.

One day this quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change!

The sword is like a net, like a flower, like a galloping wave.

In an instant, thousands of changes stagnated.

In the training ground, Yakumo slowly spit out a long mouthful of exhaust gas.

"bump…"

At the same time, the shadow clone who studied ninjutsu in the house disappeared, and more memories and changes in ninjutsu appeared in Yakumo's mind.

With the completion of the seal with both hands, ten shadow clones were separated again.

Further possibilities for delving into compassion ninjutsu.

Yakumo's body started to perform daily and weekly tasks, but the seasonal tasks still did not refresh. With the improvement of his strength, it became more and more difficult to obtain free attribute points.

the next day.

In the morning, get dressed, wash, have breakfast, run in the morning.

After completing the cultivation of ten life cells at Konoha Hospital, Yakumo chose to leave work early. Tsunade naturally had great opinions on this, but was blocked by the smiling Aoyama Reiko.

Konoha Cemetery.

The original wooden house was surrounded by weeds and wasteland, but now it has been transformed into a training ground dedicated to practicing swordsmanship by Qiangu Qianxue.

At this moment, Yugu Qianxue is standing on the training ground. His body is very thin and his limbs are very slender. Even after hard training, his skin is still tender and smooth, especially the curvature of his face is quite soft, as if he was left behind and independent. Fairy.

"drink."

Yugu Qianxue gave a soft drink and slashed the air.

The surrounding air was turbulent, and the faint blade wind spread outward, rolling up fallen leaves and dry grass a few meters away.

It was not until three meters away that the knife wind completely subsided.

I am afraid that this knife has been practiced hard for three or four years. From this, it can be seen that he has indeed practiced hard during this time, and has a strong talent in knife skills.

"The hand holding the knife needs to be firmer."

"Don't hesitate when slashing."

"Be careful, but don't stay strong."

Yakumo directly singled out the problem with Yugu Qianxue wielding the knife. Yugu Qianxue's tough character is very suitable for continuous improvement in the face of setbacks.

After Yakumo's correction.

Yugu Qianxue spread her legs and clenched the knife in both hands.

In particular, his eyes have become sharper than ever before.

At this moment, his body was like a sharp blade ready to go, waiting for the moment when he was unsheathed and slashing the enemy, the tip of his nose swallowed air, and his breathing gradually became steady.

"drink!"

The sharp blade shimmering with cold light pressed down in the air inch by inch, and Qianxue's worried eyes moved with the movement of the blade. Her arms did not shake at all, and gradually pressed down, and the silver blade disappeared in a flash.

This knife was fast and very chilling. The fallen leaves three meters away were directly cut off, and even the ground of the training ground had more than half a meter of knife marks.

Yakumo looked at the knife, and a little surprise flashed in his pupils. He underestimated Yugu Qianxue's talent in knife skills, but the slash in front of him was a bit tricky.

"Although this kind of sudden eruption is good, it will hurt your body if you use it too much."

Yakumo shook his head.

"master."

Yugu Qianxue respectfully greeted Yakumo.

"I'll check your body for you."

Yakumo's hands glowed with green light, which was the Palm Immortal Art.

The range shrouded by the green light group continued to expand and enveloped Yugu Qianxue's body. At the same time, the energy of the Palm Immortal Art began to penetrate into Yugu Qianxue's body, sensing it carefully.

A few seconds later, Yakumo opened his eyes, slightly confused.

The condition of Yugu Qianxue's body is... excellent, the existence of dark wounds is almost invisible in the body, and every cell is full of vitality.

This is the characteristic of the Thousand Hands clan.

Even... his chakra volume is huge.

"Is this a treasure?"

Yakumo said...withdrew his palm and stood up again.

The two came to the center of the training ground, and Qianxue's worried expression couldn't hide his excitement, because he knew that today Yakumo would teach him a truly profound manual of swordsmanship.

"Alright!"

Yugu Qianxue focused her attention.

Yakumo swung his sword and danced in the training ground at a very slow pace... but he was unhurried, but every slash was natural.

"This is... the arrogance of a swordsman master."

Yugu Qianxue sighed unnaturally.

During the time Yakumo went to the dungeon world, Qiangu Qianyue would also follow Hatake Sakumo and Hatake Kakashi to practice.

I have also seen the swordsmanship of the two of them, but compared with Yakumo... They are less calm but more sharp in their bearing, less round and full but more sharp edges and corners in their movements. Judgment.

"Don't brag... Look carefully."

"As ordered..."

"Hanmu Secret Code, there are 24 basic types, there is no order among these 24 types, they can be disassembled and changed at will, which also gives birth to endless changes, how to attack in battle, how to defend, how to enter You need to control the rhythm of retreat and retreat.”

"First of all, you have to practice these 24 types... proficiently, and you must also pay attention to the steps of your feet and the breathing of your lungs when swinging the knife. The three are the three pieces of the puzzle that make up the Hatake Secret Code, and none of them are indispensable."

"Once...three times...five times."

Yakumo rehearsed five times in total and then closed the sword.

"How much to remember? Practice it."

"As ordered."

Yugu Qianxue stood in the field and began to swing the knife according to the limbs in memory. Although the movements were a little unfamiliar, they imitated them in a prudent manner. As a whole, 90% of Yakumo's movements had been reproduced, even the connection between breathing and pace. Also quite clever.

A minute later, Yugu Qianxue's drill was completed.

Stand still.

"Please... master correct me."

Although slow, there are no errors.

"Better than I was back then."

Yakumo sighed.

Valley

"You practice with me this time."

Yakumo began to practice, and with the increase in the number of drills, Qiangu Qianxue's proficiency in swinging the knife continued to improve, gradually developing from jerky at first to proficiency.

In the training ground, sword light overflowed.

Two hours later, Yugu Qianxue was sweating like rain, and her physical strength reached the limit. She had no choice but to withdraw her sword and begin to experience Yakumo's drill in her mind.

"Remember to take a medicated bath at night to avoid dark wounds on your body."

After Yakumo said that, he immediately left.

After a half hour break.

Yugu Qianxue got up and continued to swing the knife.

Sweat fell on the ground and fainted toward the plum blossoms.

On the way home, Yakumo came across a shop selling glutinous rice cakes. Behind the counter sat a kind-hearted grandmother with reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and age spots on the corners of her eyes and arms.

This kind of pastry is quite popular in Konoha recently. It is soft and glutinous and slightly sweet... It contains honey and mint, which is cool and refreshing, sweet and refreshing.

Even through the counter Yakumo, you can smell the faint aroma of glutinous rice, mixed with the acidity of lemon and the sweetness of honey, forming a rather strange taste.

Yakumo bought two pieces. After eating it, he felt that the taste was good, so he simply bought a few more pieces and brought them to Mori Masako and the milk ball.

After all, they are both full of foodies, especially milk balls.

At night, Yakumo was lying on the bed next to the milk ball.

This is the fourth year that Yakumo has adopted the milk ball, although the milk ball is no weaker than the ordinary Jōnin in terms of combat power.

But the identity at home is the mascot.

Yakumo stroked its soft hair and showed a faint smile. In fact, the milk ball brought Yakumo more companionship. This feeling is very special and irreplaceable, more like family.

Seeing that June is approaching.

Yakumo plans to go to the florist of a family in the mountains tomorrow and order two bouquets of flowers to pay tribute to his parents, still Phalaenopsis and carnations.

In the corner of the bedroom, the shadow clone is in charge of guarding and practicing ninjutsu. The daily and weekly tasks have been completed. Yakumo looked at the obscure medical book by the bedside, but finally did not pick it up to read.

It's still early to sleep, nothing to do.

Yakumo suddenly remembered the fifth floor of the arena.

Currently, he has not checked.

Yakumo closed his eyes tightly at first, and then opened his forehead again, the immortal imprint appeared on his forehead, which represented that he had entered the immortal mode.

"Enter the arena."

"200 gold coins have been deducted. 』

Swish.

Light and shadow spread, the galaxy is ups and downs, and the universe is vast.

Colorful lights form invisible pathways.

The desolate and empty arena welcomes new challengers.

"Mondo go wherever you want!"

"I'm a good doctor."

"Young man, I see that your time is short."

As soon as Yakumo opened his eyes, a huge butcher's knife about two meters smashed through the air. The knife was about twenty centimeters wide, and the force was heavy... It even carried some minced meat on the serrated blade.

"Zun Madman Mundo."

thump.

Fu Mo lifted up and tried to defend.

Yakumo was knocked flying by a huge force, and he was crushed in terms of strength.

The Kusanagi sword was unsheathed, and Yakumo stepped back to observe the enemy. Obviously, his opponent was the hero Mundo in the game League of Legends.

Mundo is about three meters tall, and his muscles are distinct, especially his two arms are thick like cow calves. The white doctor's coat on him is tattered and dyed in various colors.

The thick blue veins under the skin are like knots of tree roots, and there are two purple crystals on the shoulders, with purple liquid and a little weak arc flowing faintly inside.

The eyebrows are quite thick, but the eyes do not have much wisdom, and the coercion full of wildness spreads to the surrounding.

Yakumo frowned. Through his own understanding of the game system, the Mundo in front of him must be stronger than the settings in the game.

It may even have some undead properties.

The demon and the Kusanagi sword slipped into the sword box.

"Tempering of Holy Light."

The sky fell to the ground, and Yakumo held the two swords again, full of fighting intent.

The golden arc wrapped around the body, and the bright white sun's fire burned on the two knives. Yakumo's legs came to Mundo in an instant, directly bypassing the two-meter-long butcher knife.

"Instant light."

The blades are crossed, the cross is being drawn!

Yakumo's arms exerted force, and the blade's edge gradually thickened to open the skin. Before the blade's edge could go any further, the two-meter-long butcher's knife was already smashed on the head.

This blow is powerful.

Mundo didn't seem to be affected in any way.

"Mondo's pain value is always zero."

The sound of breaking air came.

Yakumo used his legs and quickly avoided Doctor Mundo's butcher's knife. At the same time, he kept a distance and observed the wound on Mundo's chest. The fire of the sun was attached to the wound and burned, but the wound was healing quickly, as if the flame did not. There is general.

"This perverted resilience."

Yakumo put the Kusanagi sword into the sword box with his backhand, and held the hilt of the demon sword with both hands. Through the test just now, it was found that Mundo's skin was extremely hard, and the hardness of the muscles under the skin was far beyond that of steel. It is only possible to break through the defenses of the epidermis and muscles at one point.

The good news now is that the master of swordsmanship has no shortage of offensive means.

The second good news, Mundo seems to have a low IQ.

Yakumo smiled. Above the demon-defying blade, golden and white flames mixed and burned, the air was faintly twisted, and the electric arc flowing between the muscles became more brilliant, and began to advance toward the bones and blood vessels, and the heart in the chest roared, Pump hot blood and golden arcs all over your body.

This is Yakumo's peak state.

"Weiguo."

Yakumo stepped on the floor under his feet and rushed towards Mundo, with afterimages behind him. In an instant, golden flowers bloomed in the arena. They were flowers composed of afterimages of Yakumo, which became more and more intense like fire trees and silver flowers.

Mundo scratched his head naively. He couldn't understand how his enemies suddenly changed from one to more than twenty.

But then the blade cut through the air and countless golden swords roared down, and countless shadows waved their blades countless times.

Bleeding flowers appeared all over Mundo, but he just waved the butcher knife in his hand indiscriminately, Yakumo calmly avoided the attack, and countless golden shadows exploded in an instant, turning into golden arcs that jumped and flowed on the surface of the arena, golden beams of light. from the sky.

Under the cover of golden light.

Yakumo held the sword in both hands, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and the blade of the demon subdued trembled faintly, exuding a strength like the sun, dazzling and eye-catching.

At this moment, the Eight Clouds Sword is like a dragon!

"Extreme Blade Slash!"

In the arena, Yakumo slashed Mundo's shoulders with a demon-subduing slash, and the fast-reaching blade easily cut through the skin, muscles, and lavender-like bones collided, causing sparks several meters high when the two collided.

The blade roars, the sun's fire burns!

A huge golden pillar of fire rose out of thin air. The energy from the collision between the two ignited the air, and the rolling heat wave spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed with the firelight.

With a click, Yakumo pulled back.

There was a gap in the Demon Demon Blade.

With a thud, it seemed that a heavy object fell to the ground, the smoke slowly dispersed, and Mundo's right arm holding the flesh and blood butcher knife was completely severed by Yakumo, leaving a huge fracture in the shoulder, and purple blood gurgled out.

"There is a play."

Yakumo adjusted his breathing and rushed towards Mundo again, but the phantom behind him was not as dense as a few minutes ago.

After the intense outbreak, he has entered a period of exhaustion. Due to his strong physique, his energy and physique are rapidly recovering.

It only takes about three minutes to fully recover.

Mundo bent over and picked up his right arm, pressing it against the wound on his shoulder.

At the same time, he took out a huge purple reagent in his left hand and directly poured it into his mouth. The lustrous purple meaning entered his eyes, and the surging momentum erupted in an instant.

The blue electric arc gushed out from Mundo's body, forming a field with a diameter of about 30 meters. In the center of the field, Mundo was covered with blue electric arcs and moved his right arm that had just been healed.

"I'm so stupid, really..."

"I had known this earlier... just now... I should have been decapitated."

Yakumo murmured rather frustratedly, looking at the purple-skinned face from a distance, there seemed to be a bit of real ridicule flashing across it.

"I often wonder why I play God."

"Then I finally understood."

"Because I am—Mondo!!!"

The second round is about to start.

Yakumo stepped into the blue thunder ocean, and the golden arc wrapped all over his body contacted the blue arc, and the two began to fight fiercely. road.

"Weiguo."

Ding…

The sparks splashed, and Mundo gradually kept up with Yakumo's speed, but Yakumo quickly analyzed the real problem. Mundo's speed was indeed faster because of the blue arc, but it could be improved quite a bit. Limited, the most important reason is that Yakumo has slowed down by himself.

"Mondo, go wherever you want."

The two were fighting in the blue ocean, the virus slaughtering knife constantly collided with the demon, and a few minutes later... Yakumo's physical strength recovered.

In the blink of an eye, countless phantoms appeared behind him, like a thousand flowers in full bloom.

The golden light suddenly appeared, and the blade roared.

"Extreme Blade Slash!"

Yakumo seized the opportunity, jumped high, and pointed the blade directly at Mundo's neck.

At the critical moment ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Mundo suddenly raised the butcher's knife to block Yakumo's slash, and the slender blade of the demon subdued made an overwhelmed crisp sound.

The extremely fast slash met an unreasonable force.

Yakumo's arms continued to burst with strength, but it was difficult to move forward half a step. The muscles on Mundo's right arm were bulging, bursting with tremendous force, and several blue veins appeared on the purple neck.

The giant butcher's knife in Mundo's hand is made of some kind of metal, and the broad ridge gives it unparalleled hardness.

The sharp-toothed blade increases the damage when it hits, and can tear through the defense like a blunt knife or saw blade, crushing the flesh.

"drink."

Yakumo's arms continued to exert force, and he continued to hand forward the blade, vowing to fully use this ultimate slash.

The arrow is on the string, and the knife is sheathed.

There is no reason to give up halfway! ?

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