The Creation of Konoha

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At this time, even if he was unwilling, Feng Qingchen had to take out the eyelid roll from the storage ring.

The moment the thing was in his hand, the man in black robe's eyes suddenly became hot.

But in the end, he is still more vigilant, and what he has not yet obtained cannot be regarded as his own.

So he coldly signaled:

"Throw it here."

Feng Qingchen glanced at Ji Wushen below, whose aura was getting weaker and weaker, and finally gritted his teeth and threw the parchment in his hand directly with the technique inside.

The man in black robe caught it with one hand. When the thing was in his hand, he felt at ease and wanted to open it in a hurry.

But just as he was about to withdraw his sword, he felt Feng Qingchen looking at him eagerly.

I was suddenly shocked and almost careless.

If Feng Qingchen suddenly attacked while he was watching the technique, he might be in trouble. In the end, I'm afraid I didn't even have time to activate the formation.

Then, he put away the parchment, but the sword still did not move away from Ji Wushen's body.

"You are cheating." Feng Qingchen pointed angrily at the man in black robe, and his handsome eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Hmph, how do I know whether what you gave me is true? You go out first, and after I verify it, I will definitely let her out." The man in black robe is really worried about whether the skills inside will be exposed to the wind. Qingchen dropped the package. Although the parchment was still the same parchment, he hadn't had time to look through it yet.

But Feng Qingchen was here, and he didn't dare to be distracted at all.

After all, these are things in the ancient cave. If you look through it, you will be miserable if you don't know.

"No." Feng Qingchen naturally disagreed. Now that he was given the skills, the other party still refused to let him go.

With a flick of the brush, a sword appeared in Feng Qingchen's hand.

Seeing his angry eyes, the man in black robe curled up his mouth and pointed the tip of his sword at Ji Wushen's neck again without haste.

"I" Feng Qingchen suddenly felt as if he had been given a drink of cold water. He looked at the man in black robe coldly for a long time.

Then he snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the stone gate.

Seeing this, the man in black robe quickly pressed the mechanism, and the stone door clicked open. Feng Qingchen stood straight out and stood at the door. Seeing the stone door slowly falling, his eyes grew colder.

The moment the stone door closed, there was only a scratching sound.

The sword in someone's hand fell to the ground, and the man in black robe also knelt down heavily.

"Senior, I was wrong." It's better to admit your mistake now than to be beaten later.

After the stone door was closed, Ji Wushen opened his eyes quietly, and then slowly sat up. He didn't stand up directly, but lightly wiped the healed wound. However, the blood that flowed out was still hanging on his neck, which was simply shocking.

The more Ji Wushen behaved like this, the more frightened the man in black robe became and did not dare to raise his head.

"Okay, give it to me." Ji Wushen stretched out his hand and said calmly.

The man in black robe was surprised at first, and then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ji Wushen really had no intention of revenge. However, he hesitated for a moment. If he handed it over, could he get it back? He originally wanted to take a chance to see it first.

Little did he know that Ji Wushen would be injured by his weak hands.

"Why do you think I won't give it back to you?" Ji Wushen chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, and then said eloquently:

"My demon clan has the best skills. Don't think that I really value this thing."

The man in black robe looked at Ji Wushen's red pupils and thought that it was indeed the case. Demons have always practiced faster. Could this be why the other party was able to defeat him so quickly? If this is really the case, does he still have a chance to take revenge?

When the man in black robe thought this, his thoughts suddenly went astray.

"What are you doing?" Ji Wushen saw him looking at him in a trance, and immediately raised his eyebrows, resisting the urge to slap him.

Perhaps because of the previous pressure from God Ji Wu, the man in black robe finally handed the parchment to God Ji Wu.

After Ji Wushen took it, she frowned subconsciously, feeling an instinctive dislike for this technique. Although she hadn't seen the inside yet, just the parchment wrapped outside made her feel very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

Seeing Ji Wushen frowning, the man in black robe thought that Ji Wushen really disliked him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said cautiously:

"Senior, would you like to sit down and watch slowly?"

As for Feng Qingchen who is still waiting outside

Ji Wushen himself didn't care about any of his trivial matters; he only cared about trivial matters.

"That's fine." Ji Wushen stood up, and the next moment he was sitting on the spot, spreading the parchment on his feet.

Seeing Ji Wushen's speed, the man in black robe paused for a moment.

This speed was not something that a Nascent Soul Stage monk could possess. He did not see any figure at all, and the opponent had already disappeared from the ground.

However, at this time, Ji Wushen's attention was already on the parchment and he didn't notice much at all. She just thought about sitting down and taking a look, but the next moment she was sitting on the chair, but she didn't notice it.

When the parchment was opened, Ji Wushen felt inexplicably nervous.

It seems that the things here seem familiar, or they may have been buried in some corner of the memory. She might have known it before, but now her memory is a bit messy and she can't remember it at all, but she just thinks she might know it.

Wrapped inside the parchment is a seemingly ordinary book, but to be preserved for such a long time is not an ordinary book.

While Ji Wushen was flipping through the pages, the man in black robe stood behind her secretly and stretched his neck to read carefully. Seeing that Ji Wushen had not opened the book, he scratched his ears anxiously, so he asked him to open it himself.

"Are you anxious?" Ji Wushen felt the heavy breathing behind him and asked lightly.

"No, no." The man in black robe was startled, and then he felt that he was too close, and it seemed that he had missed another opportunity to make a move.

I covered my head in frustration, feeling that I was such a failure. But when Ji Wushen opened the first page again, his head could not help but look at the book in her hand again, even if there were only a few words on the page.

"The Forgotten Love Record of the Supreme Being." The man in black robe looked at these words and murmured out.

He didn't have much feeling, but he felt that these words were mysterious and gave him a very mysterious and mysterious feeling.

However, on Ji Wushen's side, a bell seemed to be ringing suddenly in his head.

She felt that this skill must be a very important skill. Even if it is not very important to her, it must still be very important in her memory. But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't remember where she had seen it or heard it.

The two of them had their own thoughts and didn't speak. The man in black robe was unprecedentedly not in a hurry to let Ji Wushen turn to the second page. He stared blankly at the technique and remained silent. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665