The reincarnation of the Uchiha family

The principle of defeating ten guilds with one force is universal everywhere. In actual combat, the importance of strong physical fitness is definitely ahead of strong skills.

And Saitama's physical fitness...

Regardless of whether he has skills or not, one punch will be enough for him to deal with others. If he encounters someone like Boros who can't be hit with one punch, the opponent can at most knock off his own clothes, and then just make up for it with a serious punch. , there is really no difference to him whether he has skills or not.

"It's different. In short, if I ask other people to help, I'm afraid I might accidentally hit the opponent with too much force. After thinking about it, among the people I know who have a good relationship, you are probably the only one who has that kind of relationship. My ability can help me without getting hurt."

Ming Jing casually picked up the apple on the table and took a bite, looking at Saitama lying on the ground indifferently while reading comics and picking his nose.

"If I fail to develop new moves, then I will be in a bad mood. If I am in a bad mood, then the barbecue party originally planned for tomorrow night will not be held. It's a pity, Saitama, I I originally wanted to call you~"

Saitama's face, which originally took twenty seconds to draw, became serious in an instant, with sharp edges and corners like a knife and an axe, and his eyes were full of confidence and determination.

"Ding Jing, as your good friend, I think it is very meaningful and necessary to help you develop new moves. This is my duty!"

"Shall we leave now?"

"That barbecue party..."

"Tomorrow afternoon, Evolution Group, a giant in the catering industry, will use a special car to deliver ingredients, seasonings and barbecue equipment. The venue will be placed on the newly paved lawn outside the square outside the hero apartment. At that time, every association hero can enjoy it for free. join."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's leave now! You tell us where to go!"

Saitama quickly walked to the door and opened it, looking even more impatient than Ming Jing, the real owner.

"No rush, of course it's a place where it won't affect other people."

Ming Jing stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly in front of him, and a teleportation aperture suddenly opened in the space in front of him.

"Eh? What is this?"

Under Ming Jing's shocked gaze, Saitama reached out and picked up the transmission aperture like a mirror, and shook it in his hand.

Can you still do this?

"This is a door that can be used for space teleportation."

As Ming Jing spoke, he opened his Samsara Eye and looked at Saitama with his divine mirror eyes, hoping to see something from this completely incomprehensible and outrageous scene.

Ming Jing only took one look and put away his eye skills.

no way.

Because if you look at it one more time, it will explode.

In the past, Mingjing used his magical mirror to gain insight into Saitama.

But the result is very simple - this guy is simply physically too strong to be human, and there is nothing magical about him other than that.

But this time, after Saitama used his weird ability as a comedy hero, Ming Jing only took one look and felt like his brain was going to explode.

The endless knowledge that I still cannot understand is like a supernova explosion, following the reincarnation eye and drilling into my head.

Isn't this the power that this level of samsara eye can bear - for some people, knowledge represents power.

Ming Jing stood there and couldn't help but close his eyes. Two lines of blood and tears came out of his eyes. They were exactly the same as the symptoms he showed when he overused the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Eh? What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Your eyes bleed as before. Doesn't it mean that the genetic disease has been cured?"

Saitama stopped what he was doing and expressed concern to Ming Jing.

Ming Jing didn't answer, he just stretched out his trembling left hand and formed a seal with one hand.

"Ninja Technique: Heart-Sealing Seal!"

With the memory of those few seconds sealed, Ming Jing's condition finally returned to normal.

"Nothing, the minor problem has been solved."

Ming Jing shook his head and said.

"Is it really okay?"

Saitama looked at Ming Jing and asked again uncertainly.

"I am confident of my physical condition. I can live for at least another 180 years."

Ming Jing smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood and tears from his eyes, and said to Saitama.

The new immortal mode developed by Orochimaru, which is the immortal cultivation method, has been practiced by Ming Jing to the point where the immortal chakra is condensed into a liquid state in the Dantian.

At this level, if you increase your life span by two years, that is, one hundred and twenty years, your life span should be over two hundred years old. In theory, it is possible to live to two hundred and fifty years old.

Even if he excludes all aspects of his abilities such as the physical body and the Samsara Eye, and only uses senjutsu chakra to perform ninjutsu, Ming Jing estimates that he is stronger than most shadow-level experts.

And in this realm, Ming Jing is confident that he has cultivated it to a very high level.

He felt that this realm was very similar to the foundation-building stage in the fairy novels he had read.

However, it is worth mentioning that the training process is as long as in Xianxia novels. Nearly ten years have passed, and even with the addition of my own chakra system, it is now equivalent to the late stage of foundation building.

As for power, it does not add much to the current Ming Jing. The biggest effect is to get rid of the chakra system, so that if he encounters a situation where he needs to fight Otsutsuki in the future, he does not need to worry about the opponent being able to absorb chakra at will. Ability, able to perfectly display one's own strength.

Perhaps, after his magical chakra condenses from liquid to solid and forms a "golden elixir", it can bring greater help to him.

"Are you almost thirty? If you live another 180 years, wouldn't you become a 200-year-old monster? How can a normal person live for more than 200 years..."

"You said before that there are no normal people who can fly!"

"I'm not flying at all. I just jump higher and farther."

Saitama waved his hand.

"Okay, let's go."

Ming Jing pointed to the desert on the other side of the teleportation aperture.

"Row."

Saitama nodded, took a look at the size of the teleportation aperture, then stretched out his hands to hold both sides of the aperture and pulled outwards, which made the aperture much wider.

"Well, this size is normal. The one just now is too small. Although it can pass through, it is inconvenient to look at."

Saitama clapped his hands and walked in.

Ming Jing twitched the corners of his lips and followed in.

This kind of thing is normal with this guy's style of painting...

How big!

……

After walking into the teleportation aperture, Saitama suddenly widened his eyes and felt as if he had been to this place before.

Looking at the familiar pit at his feet, then at the huge blue planet above his head, and the dazzling sun in the distance, Saitama pinched his nose with his left hand, looked at the mirror with a speechless face, and stretched out his fingers on the ground. Start writing.

"Is this the good place you said?"

Mirror closed the aperture, and when he saw Saitama's appearance, he immediately started writing on the ground.