The Bald Thug of Uchiha's Family

“It turned out to be like this, Jian Jian. But even if it is, what impact will it have on us?”

Zhujian looked at his brother with a puzzled expression.

Just losing some chakras, does it have any major effect to kill?

He never knew that Chakra would be exhausted, he didn’t understand this very well.

There was no accidental answer from my elder brother. After a slight pause, he continued:

“If we continue like this, the most ninjas in the future can reach the level is only Zhongnin, and it may be more difficult for us to become Zhongnin than it is for us to reach the shadow level.”

“so……”

Between the pillars, thinking dullly, the center of his eyebrows wrinkled into a word “Chuan”.

“Therefore, the force of the entire Ninja world is strictly limited to a low level, so indirectly, no one can stop the guy who has the strength above that!”.

Madara stared at the pillars, like an idiot.

“Then we should stop him even more? Isn’t it a disaster to let the world be ruled by one person?”

Looking at Madara between the pillars, asked rhetorically.

“On the contrary.”

Feijian took a step forward and stood in a row with his elder brother.

“The reduction in force may be more conducive to managing the world, but it will also take a lot of time to explore.”

Under Madara’s somewhat unkind gaze, he straightened his chest and did not back down, and then said some of his thoughts.

“Is that so? But the ninja who inherited your eyes can really do all of this? Power can be lost!”

The pillars suddenly said, with the same smile on his face, but soon asked seriously.

“That guy, it should be okay.”

Madara said softly, he saw Nagato’s growth in his eyes, so he had already judged in his heart.

“Is the task that belongs to us over?”

Hearing Madara’s words, Zhuma stopped paying attention to the ten tails over there, as if he had accepted all this.

“Place this guy, maybe we should go back to where we should be.”

Madara stretched out a hand, the palm of his hand was a black ball.

“It’s still a bit difficult to deal with this thing, the general sealing technique has no effect at all.”

Between the pillars, he stabbed the black ball on the palm of his hand with a finger, and a circle of pitch-black spells flickered on the fingertips.

“Then I will be my successor in the past!”

Madara closed his palms and held the black ball tightly in his hands and looked towards Nagato over there.

“Okay, although there are your explanations, let me know that what the other person is doing is good for the stability of the entire Ninja World, but since there is a chance, let’s get in touch with it up close.”

Between the pillars, he smiled heartily, and then he touched the back of his head and was about to swipe over there.

“Wait a minute, something unexpected seems to have happened.”

Madara stopped in front of Zhujian with one hand, and stared at Ten-tailed over there strangely.

He didn’t actually see when an extra figure appeared in his sight.

“Familiar fluctuations, and very powerful.”

He paused between the pillars, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared (cgcg) in his line of sight, lost in thought.

“Fangjian, do you know each other?”

He asked the brother beside him.

The familiar figure may still be remembered in a flash.