A relatively empty area, with a unique smell of yellow-brown soil, and a semi-circular grandstand on the periphery. The layout is very simple, but in the past history, the imprint of countless ancestors fighting each other has brought a trace of extraordinary.

In the dueling arena of Konoha Village, a group of onlookers with good deeds had already gathered in the stands. On the central stand at the highest point of the stands, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire and the Hokage of the Third Generation were sitting precariously, and beside them, the four shadows were surrounded in a semi-arc, and the security work was extremely tight.

"So, congratulations to all of you for successfully advancing to the third round of assessment."

The Daimyo of the Land of Fire, still wearing the ostentatious headdress, waved the folding fan in his hand, and congratulated the people of Suigetsu.

"To be here, I believe everyone is a very good person. However, the selection of the Guardian Ninja Twelve is related to the safety of our daimyos, and what is needed is the elite of the elite. Therefore, there is also the final selection, which ......"

The daimyo looked up and made a contemplative gesture, "That, the third round...... What is it? ”

Ignoring the Fire Nation Daimyo above the stands, Suizuki swept his gaze over everyone with a disappointed look.

"He, still hasn't shown up. It's already the next day, and the poisonous miasma on the periphery of the forest has already formed again, can he, still come out? ”

Shui Yue's eyes flashed, and her beautiful face was full of worry. Terumi looked at her with a complacent look, patting Chojuro's little head, looking at the Daimyo of the Fire Country who was making a puzzled look, with a strange smile on her face.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, it's confrontation, you need ...... Well, what's going on? ”

"Cough" Sandaime coughed dryly, his face showed helplessness, and said, "Let me come, Daimyo-sama." ”

"Okay, Richo, just come on." Seeing that the three generations helped him break the siege, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire hurriedly retreated, fanned the folding fan, looked at the people below, and waved his hand from time to time to show friendship.

"Ahem. So let me explain that this third round of assessment is a simple competition. Each of the twelve people teams of two and competes until the final winner is decided. The Daimyo and I will evaluate your physical skills, ninjutsu, and analytical abilities in your competition, and finally select the candidates who can become the Guardian Ninja Twelve. ”

After listening to the words of the three generations, the twelve people below looked as usual, but their eyes were full of fear when they looked at each other.

"Now, then, you can take out the little wooden card you got earlier."

Shui Yue spoke, and hurriedly erased the yellow-brown wooden plaque from his arms. The wooden card, which was originally blank, suddenly flashed at this moment, condensing a number: "7".

"I'm sure everyone has already seen the numbers on the wooden board, so please draw the number 1 and the person on the number 2 to fight first."

"Ahh In the crowd, Terumi walked out, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and the men in the audience were suddenly dizzy under this smile.

"So, who's Number 2?"

In the open space in the field, Zhaomei is independent. After a few breaths, a black-robed figure walked out of the crowd and said lightly, "It's me." ”

The voice was cold, without a trace of emotion. The black-robed man was standing opposite Terumi Ming, a light veil covering his face, covering his face so that no one could see his expression.

"It's you." Terumi chuckled, her eyes flickering, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Nagashiro in the audience couldn't help but clench his little hands, gritted his teeth and was angry, and his eyes were full of unkindness when he looked at the man.

"Huh?" Randy Wind was surprised, "Chojuro, isn't this guy the man who tried to snatch your ninja sword in Konoha Village earlier?" ”

"Yes, that's him! Not only in Konoha Village, but in the Misty Forest, when I lost contact with you, this guy also attacked me, and my wound was due to him. Chojuro gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"Sister Zhaomei, knock him down and help me beat him up!"

"Huh." Terumi chuckled lightly, "Our parent Shiro, I still have a lot of care from you in the forest." ”

"If you want to fight, you can fight, what so much nonsense!" The black-robed man spoke, and at the same time, the qi around his body soared, and the chakra overflowed all over his limbs, like a tight slingshot, ready to attack.

"Ah, what a person who doesn't understand the amorous feelings. I hope you're a handsome guy under the veil. That way, at least I'll give you one more - a kiss that will melt you completely! ”

"A woman who talks a lot is not likable!" The black-robed man's figure moved suddenly, and almost instantly, he appeared on Terumi's side.

"So fast!" The blade was amazed, and the speed of the black-robed man's burst out at that moment, even for him, it was extremely difficult to capture his figure.

Boom!

Han Mangsensen, the silver-white sword light flickered, and the black-robed man held a short sword, and slashed at the neck of Zhao Meiming with lightning speed.

"Sister Terumi!" Chojuro exclaimed.

The sword flickered, exuding a hint of coldness. The black-robed man did not have the slightest pity for the jade, and his shot was a nidal move.

Terumi didn't have the slightest desire to dodge, her red lips opened lightly, and she faintly felt that Chakra was pervasive. At the moment when the man's blade was about to fall, his face suddenly changed greatly, Chakra was agitated, and his body suddenly retreated.

"It's a quick reaction!" Terumi sighed faintly.

The black-robed man stepped back as quickly as he could, and at the same time threw his right arm and discarded the short knife.

With a bang, the short knife fell to the ground, and wisps of white gas rose from the blade. At this time, a large number of chips appeared in the neat blade, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid, and it showed an extremely strange twisted shape. In just a few seconds, the short knife was completely evaporated.

Dozens of meters away, the black-robed man looked at Zhaomei with an unkind expression, his eyes showing fear. A large slit appeared in the black robe on his right arm, revealing smooth skin. It was not as thick as expected, on the contrary, the man's arms were still very thin, white and smooth like a woman's.

"It appeared, it's Sister Zhaomei's boiling!" Chojuro exclaimed.

"Boiling?" Stormy Wind looked surprised and asked, "What's that?" ”

"This is the blood inheritance limit of Sister Zhaomei, combining the fire attribute with the water attribute chakra, the one just now should be the technique of the skillful mist, releasing a strong acid mist from the mouth, and its strength I estimate that even the moonless Susa Nenghu can corrode it."

"Blood Inheritance Limit!" Blade was surprised, "Does that woman still have such a thing?" ”

"Hey, hey." Nagashiro blinked, "What Sister Terumi has is more than just boiling." ”

Zhaomei's body, shrouded in a faint mist, and a long reddish-brown hair fluttering, which added a bit of moving color to her already pretty face, and the crowd watching the battle was dizzy.

The black-robed man got up slowly, his expression gradually calmed down, and he took out two black kunai from his arms, and attacked Terumi again.

"The guy who doesn't learn his lesson." Terumi said coldly, "This time it's not as simple as a little clothes. ”

Zhaomei's red lips opened slightly, and the surrounding fog suddenly became much thicker, and she met the black-robed man who attacked head-on. The black-robed man's right hand suddenly shook, and the two kunai shot at Terumi at the same time. At the same time, the figure retreated, and his hands quickly sealed.

"Yin-Chou-Shen-Mao-Zi-Hai-You-Chou-Wu-戌-寅-戌-寅-巳-Chou-Shen-卯, Water Escape - the Art of the Great Waterfall!"

The chakra around the black-robed man was in turmoil, and countless streams of water suddenly permeated his limbs, and after a few seconds, they spread wide. The blue water flows like a waterfall, and it falls down with a bang.

Mist, to some extent, is an extremely fine droplet of water, which naturally dissolves in water. The moment he came into contact with the black-robed man's waterfall technique, the mist around Terumi dissipated instantly, and the huge water flow directly hit Terumi head-on.

"Ah, so much water, it's not good to wet my clothes." Terumi sighed faintly, and a red magma liquid shot out violently, blocking in front of Terumi's body.

Multiply!

The blue water rushes up the moment it touches the crimson liquid. The crimson liquid has a high temperature, and all the water flows, the moment it comes into contact, all vaporize, and there is no way to get close to the body of Terumi. As the water fell, the crimson liquid gradually condensed, and after a few seconds, it turned into a black solid, like a wall, blocking Terumi's body.

The water was gone, and large patches of liquid were scattered around.

"Dissolve." Zhaomei wiped her lips with her hand, "I have two blood inheritance limits, and the one who destroyed your clothes before was Boiling." Now this is called dissolving. ”

"It's really a terrible woman, she actually has two kinds of blood inheritance limits." In the stands, Blade looked at the waterfall technique that had collapsed in front of the black wall, and his face was amazed.

"That's right." Turbulent Wind also chimed in, "It is extremely rare for ordinary people to have one Blood Inheritance Limit, but it is really terrifying that she alone can master two Blood Inheritance Limits." ”

But Nagashiro was extremely excited, and shouted: "Sister Terumi, down with him, come on, come on!" ”

After the black-robed man saw the dissolution, he was silent and stood coldly in place. On the site, the blue water has gradually dissipated, slowly seeping into the dirt, giving off a unique damp atmosphere.

Terumi walked out of the black wall, looked at the black-robed man, and didn't say a word.

The black-robed man also looked at Terumi, and the two met their gazes, and Chakra also calmed down, like a pool of stagnant water, silent and silent.

"I really didn't expect that this woman would be able to have two blood inheritance limits." In the center of the stands, the three generations couldn't help but sigh. "But that masked man is not an ordinary person, and he can actually fight against her."

"Ho ho ho, two kinds of blood inheritance limit? Not bad, very good. The Daimyo of the Land of Fire waved his folding fan and said casually, his eyes wandering from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"How long are they going to be prepared for this confrontation?" Shui Yue couldn't help it, and suddenly asked.

In the field, Zhao Meiming still looked at the black-robed man, and the chakras of the two collided from time to time, and for a while, the air seemed to freeze.

"It should be soon." The blade said uncertainly, staring at the field, the confrontation between the two was too long, and it seemed a little abnormal.