Altar Center.

Han Feng looked at the big wooden houseman who was standing next to him and pretended to be calm, silent for a while, and suddenly remembered something: kind eyebrows and kind eyes!

Yes, as long as there are kind eyebrows and kind eyes, the little kid of the big barrel wooden house man still doesn't bow his head and worship, shouting grandpa grandpa grandpa?

But......

He's blind......

Be kind to your sister's eyes!

Han Feng asked with a depressed face, "What physical skills have you learned?" ”

"Soft fist."

The people of the big barrel wooden house are very cooperative, "It is the body technique obtained by the ancestors of the ninja world Hyuga clan. ”

The existence of the Earth-Moon Passage was originally intended to make it convenient for the Otsuki clan to monitor the ninja world, so it was not difficult for them to obtain the cultivation method of the soft fist from the Hyuga clan.

"And then?" Cold Wind continued to ask.

"I've learned thirty-two palms." The big barrel wooden house man shouted immaturely.

"Huh?"

Han Feng's eyes flashed with joy, and he hurriedly asked, "Except for soft boxing, you haven't learned any other physical arts?" ”

"My father said that I should be single-minded, and when I master the sixty-four palms, he will pass on my Huitian and other physical techniques." The people of the Big Barrel Wood House have one thing to say, they can cultivate the soft fist to thirty-two palms at his age, and the bloodline of the Big Barrel Wood clan in his body is worthy of the title of 'purest'!

"What about illusions and ninjutsu?" Cold Wind continued to ask.

The big barrel hut man was a little strange, but still shook his head.

He's only in his early 7s, and he's almost at the limit of being able to practice juquan to 32 palms, what do you expect from him?

But in this way, the cold wind is happy.

The collection technique can only be collected on one person three times, and in addition to the soft fist and chakra refining technique, the people of the big barrel wood house are only left with the white eyes and the big barrel wood clan physique.

And white eyes, he was born without!

Hanfeng was overjoyed, and without saying a word, he threw a gathering technique at him.

The green light in his mind was surging and boiling, but it quickly subsided.

There is no suspense that the collection fails.

At this time, the people of the big barrel wooden house were afraid of the cold wind, hated and angry, and were full of vigilance, how could they get into the soul at once?

The cold wind's eyes flickered: Why don't you directly slaughter the big barrel wooden house, and then use the big barrel wood Fushan as a sacrifice to reincarnate the big barrel wooden house person, and then collect his physique?

But wouldn't that be too cruel, he's still a child.

Although the cold wind was beheaded by hundreds of people and thousands of people, he still couldn't let go of letting go of letting him attack an innocent child...... Unless there is no other option.

The cold wind squinted and took two steps forward, and took off the shirt of the big wooden housekeeper strongly.

"Y-What are you doing?!"

The people of the big barrel wooden house felt the roughness of the cold wind and immediately resisted, but he was only 7 years old, what could he do in the face of an adult?

In the blink of an eye, the clothes of the big barrel wooden house were taken off by the cold wind, and then the cold wind couldn't wait to bite his fingers, carve the sigil on the opponent's chest, and then slap it with a palm.

As the blood-colored runes merged, the struggle of the big barrel wooden house became lighter and lighter, and finally he lay on the ground, holding his heart with both hands and screaming 'uh-uh-uh'.

The spell of the cold wind has placed on him, and his command is not to have any hostility towards the cold wind!

So......

"Ahhh......h

The people of the big wooden house trembled and began to scream and howl in a heart-splitting manner.

After a while, he woke up the big barrel wood Fukuyama next to him.

"Sheren, Sheren, what's wrong with you?" When Otsuki Fukuyama heard his son's miserable howl, his heart was about to break!

"Ah...... Father, help, save me...... Ahhhhh......h

"The only one who can save you is yourself."

Hanfeng said, "You have been cursed by me, unless you let go of your hatred for me, you ......"

"Devil! You devil!! "The big barrel Mu Fushan glared angrily, and he hated to eat the flesh and blood of the cold wind!

"If I were the devil, your father and son would have died long ago."

Han Feng snorted, "As long as you let go of your hatred, there will naturally be no pain, don't worry, when I get what I want, I will let you go." ”

Otsuki Fukuyama didn't believe in Hanfeng's words at all, and he came to his son with difficulty, only to find that his son had fainted with foaming at the mouth.

The cold wind waved his hand, and a shadow clone next to him immediately went over to make an artificial ...... for him Cough, radiotherapy.

After a while, the people in the big barrel wooden house shouted vigorously again.

The cold wind will be a little hungry, so let the shadow clone take care of the big barrel Mu Fushan father and son, guard the altar, and leave some soldiers and food pills to rush outside with the flying thunder god.

In the hazy twilight, the sky was still covered by dense black eagle golems, and they flew into the passage one after another, heading to the altar.

Han Feng shook his head slightly, without the control of Otsuki Fushan, even if these puppets could run, they would be robots, and they would not be able to become a big tool.

Otherwise, they would have blasted the cobblestone with a single salvo.

But unfortunately, in this round stone is the sacred altar of the Otsuki clan, and without the order of Otsuki Fukuyama, these puppets will never dare to attack without permission!

Therefore, they can only line up and rush into the passage to give the heads of the shadow clones of the cold wind.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fiery power of the shadow clones, enough to burn the golems to ashes, the puppet parts alone would have buried this long passage!

The cold wind retracted his gaze, and the figure flew to the palace balcony two kilometers away, and then opened the escape into the palace.

Although the Otsuki clan is on the verge of extinction, their history must be recorded somewhere.

History is so serious, Hanfeng wants to see it!

Of course, if he could, he even wanted to find the place where Kaguya was sealed and have a divine friendship with Comrade Kaguya!

There are many floating islands nearby, each with a huge palace complex, and in order to increase efficiency, Cold Wind has divided dozens of shadow clones to help.

Half a month passed in a flash.

During this period, the cold wind would return to the altar from time to time to check on the father and son of Otsuki Fukuyama, and the ending surprised him.

The big barrel wood Fushan seems to have accepted his fate, holding the big barrel wooden house person and sitting in a corner, but the big barrel wooden house person is extremely tough, even if the heart is constantly suppressed by the heart binding curse, he still does not change his original intention, and hates the cold wind to death.

The cold wind did not know like a child, and after leaving behind enough food pills and water for them to succeed, he left again.

The Black Eagle puppet outside has also been wiped out by the shadow clones of the cold wind for nearly half a month, and the 'shadows' in the sky have become more and more sparse.

This is going to be served by him.

Cold Wind shook his head, and at this moment, the memory of a shadow clone suddenly flooded into his mind.

The library of the Otsuki clan has been found!

The figure of the cold wind flashed, and immediately flew there, and there was a huge bronze gate in front of him, the door had been opened, and there was a flying thunder god kunai inserted in the ground, and the cold wind picked it up and put it away, and stepped in.

The library is large, 500 square meters, and on all four walls are enormously decorated huge bookshelves on which dense narrative scrolls are slowed down.

At the same time, the shadow clones who were looking for the library in other palace complexes also flew here one after another, and began to check the scrolls here at the signal of the cold wind.

Before you know it, time passes slowly......

n.