The Great Master of Illusion in Naruto World

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Yuexi and Qingyan stood behind their young master, calmly watching Ming Jing's series of actions. In their hearts, Der Spiegel’s illusion is the strongest deservedly! No accidents will happen.

It was in this situation of absolute trust that they suddenly discovered that the anbu ninja's body twitched. The two looked at each other, and they were a little confused. At the next moment, the Anbu suddenly opened his eyes, and the three gouyu in the bright red eyeballs were madly rotating and connected.

"What kind of eyes are these?!" Yue Xi felt as if she was being stared at by a terrifying beast, she subconsciously took a step back and asked with a pale face.

"The previous one was the writing wheel eyes, I saw it in Master Itachi. But, the one behind..." Qing Yan wouldn't be as scared as Moon Breath, but she didn't look good. At that moment, he was stripped naked.

"Young Master!..." Yuexi looked at Ming Jing with a worried expression. But she didn't act rashly, because she didn't know much about illusion and couldn't tell what should be done in the current situation.

"Don't worry!" Qing Yan adjusted it quickly, and he comforted Moon Breath: "In the realm of illusion, Master will not lose."

At this time, Der Spiegel also looked dazed, and inside was a group of* running back and forth. Before Ming Spiegel could react, the fourth generation of Shui Ying completed the seal: "Fire escape? Storm dance!"

"So fast!" Ming Jing's face changed, and this ninjutsu was already released almost when the fourth generation of Shui Ying began to seal the seal. I saw a fire dragon spiraling towards the mirror, with flames up and down, left and right, there is no way to avoid it!

"Heh..." Ming Jing smiled slightly, and stood still, letting the flame pass through him directly. The four generations of Shui Ying maintained the posture of the last mudra, seeming to be frozen again, sitting there motionless, only the writing wheel in his eyes slowly turning.

Ming Jing bent down, his eyes and the kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes facing each other: "Huh! If Uchiha brought the soil here, I would have to worry about it. But only a little pupil power of the kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes. Dare to be presumptuous?" After finishing speaking, Ming Jing placed **** on the forehead of the fourth generation Shui Ying, squinted his eyes and then said: "Come and not be indecent, let me return a little!"

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Ming Jing opened his eyes slowly, and immediately felt two concerned gazes behind him. So, he turned his head and smiled at Yue Xi and Qing Yan and said, "I'm fine." When Yue Xi saw Ming Jing smile, his worry was let go. Like Qing Yan, she nodded gently.

"Interesting, I didn't expect your experience to be quite rich." Ming Jing looked down at the dark part, and the other's eyes had returned to their original appearance. And his gaze at Mingjing became scared at this time, because he knew that Mingjing had really seen his memory.

"Unexpectedly, the ban on the brain in the tank can't stop you!" The Reiz in the person's eyes retreated, and there was more decadence on his body.

"No need to do this!" Ming Jing said with a smile: "I am not interested in your things in Wunin Village, and I don't want to participate in it. As for your task, give up!"

The man rolled his eyes and looked at Ming Jing and said, "Anbu, there are only two options for completing the mission and death!"

"Really? Didn't I remember that Shinobu Village gave this order before? For example, if you see Konoha White Fang, you can give up the mission without being punished, or you can choose to give up the mission if you encounter the Golden Lightning Wave Fengshui Gate!" Ming Jing was taken aback, and said with some curiosity.

"Haha!" The man asked with a sneer, "Then you have the reputation of Konoha White Fang and Golden Lightning?"

"Oh...As Anbu, you have a lot of words!"

"..."

So Ming Spiegel left with satisfaction, and he felt that under his own reminder, that Anbu had reawakened his high-cold temperament as an Anbu. Yuexi and Qingyan followed Mingjing, and she asked, "Master, what should I do next?"

"Don't worry, go find Fenghua Xiaoxue and Santa Fu first!" Ming Jing waved his hand and said calmly.

After catching the two Anbe of Wunin Village, Mingjing asked Baieko to take Fenghua Koyuki and Santaifu to the temporary residence. After the three of them came to the place, they found Baihuizi standing outside and watching.

After hearing the footsteps, Baiezi made a defensive posture and asked, "Who is it?" Mingjing responded with a voice, and Baiezi sensibly let her debut.

But before the three of them left the room, they heard Fenghua Xiaoxue's cry from the room. The three looked at each other and slowed down at the same time. With a crying voice, the girl emphasized over and over again that she didn't want to continue this way. Such a life is not what she wants, and she does not want to take responsibility.

Soon, the voice of Santa Fu came: "His Royal Highness! You are not only our hope, but also the hope of the Snow Country. Do you remember Da Ming's words? You can bring spring to the Snow Country!"

"Putting hope on a little girl is something wrong, right?" Yuexi frowned slightly.

"Why did she call her the daimyo's daughter?" Ming Jing shrugged her shoulders, and had no idea of ​​eavesdropping. He knocked on the door and waited for it to be quiet before pushing in.

"Master Prime Minister!" The third wife didn't expect Ming Jing to come to them so soon, his expression was a little nervous. After all, he had seen the strength of these three people before him.

"His Royal Highness, Mr. Santa Fu~www.NovelMTL.com~ Ming Jing greeted gently, and noticed that Fenghua Xiaoxue's red eyes had not yet receded, so he took out a silk scarf from his arms and handed it over.

"Huh?!" Fenghua Xiaoxue was blank, and subconsciously took the silk scarf.

With a holy smile on Ming Jing's face, a bowl of chicken soup was poured down: "When you are sad, you will feel better when you cry."

"Thank you..." Fenghua Xiaoxue's nose was sour, and tears almost fell.

"You're welcome," Ming Jing nodded, then looked at the Santa Fu and said, "Just now we have obtained relevant information from the two Anbu of Wunin Village. You are wanted by Wunin Village because Fenghua and Rage are in Wunin Village. The mission is suspended. However, even this is not enough for Wunin Village to use Anbe. I know from their memory that Wunin Village seems to have fancy the armor of your country. So, is the drawing of the armor in yours? On?"

"The armor you mentioned has only three and a half sets in the entire Snow Country. Moreover, there are no drawings at all." The Santa Fu said with a wry smile.

Der Spiegel's expression condensed, and her tone became more serious: "What do you mean by three and a half sets? Without drawings, you mean that this type of armor can't be mass-produced?" In fact, since thinking of the performance of the armor, Der Spiegel also thought. Get more equipment for the police department...

"Three-and-a-half sets means that only three sets are complete, and the other is only half." At this point, the Santa Fu glanced at Ming Spiegel, hesitated for a moment, and continued: "This chakra armor was designed by the daimyo, too. It was made by Daming himself. In fact, there were original drawings, but before his death, Daming suddenly burned the drawings and all related materials..."

"Burnt?!" Ming Jing couldn't help but his eyes widened, and he felt as if he had been humiliated. Such a powerful thing will burn when you say it burns? (To be continued.) la

(Sikushu)