On the rocky hillside, there stood two distinct groups of ninjas.

One group wore light yellow vests and wore a sand cover on their heads, while the other group wore heavy black raincoats and rain cover heads.

The two groups of ninjas were on guard against the people opposite, the scene was extremely solemn, the atmosphere was full of murderous intent, and all the ninjas held weapons in their hands.

In the center of the crowd, there is a stone table made of earth. A middle-aged man dressed as a rain ninja and an old man in a white robe sat on either side of the stone table and talked in a low voice, and several paper documents were placed on the table.

"We have seen the sincerity of Sha Yin, a truce is okay, but it is okay to cooperate in besieging Konoha and it will be spared." The middle-aged Yu Ren flipped through the documents in his hand and glanced at the old man sitting opposite.

The old man's name is Monzaemon, and his identity is the first puppeteer of Sha Yin, and his name in the ninja world is extremely loud. But in recent years, due to his age, he has rarely made a move. Because this negotiation was so important, the third-generation wind shadow had no choice but to invite this old-timer out of the town.

It is not only a deterrent of strength, but also a sign of sincerity.

Hearing the answer of the representative of the rain ninja, the man zaemon was not anxious, but slowly spoke: "Is this what your Excellency Boiling Rain means, or does Your Excellency Hanzo mean?" ”

Boiling Rain flipped through the hand of the document for a moment, and replied with a smile: "I can sit here, and naturally I can represent the leader with full powers." ”

"Listen up." Boiling Rain put down the document, stared at Menzaemon with his eyes tightly and said: "The original words of the leader are: Yuyin will not participate in the conflict between the big powers, but if any country thinks that Yuyin is weak and can be bullied, then they will definitely leave a bloody lesson!" ”

"I suppose you sand ninja should have experienced this as well, right?" Boiling Rain's speech was deliberately slow, as if he wanted the group of invaders on the other side to hear every word he said.

As soon as Boiling Rain's words fell, the sand ninjas glared angrily at Boiling Rain, and the rain ninjas were not to be outdone and looked back, and the scene instantly became tense.

But as if he didn't feel this tension, he coughed lightly on his chest and said, "The Land of Rain has lost too much in this war, is Your Excellency Hanzo really willing to see Rain Hide decline?" ”

Boiling Rain sneered: "If it weren't for the unprovoked troubles of these big countries like you, how could the Land of Rain fall to such a state? We still say the same thing: truce, yes. Cooperation, no negotiation! ”

"Young man, hatred has blinded you." Mozaemon was still not angry, and he said earnestly to the boiling rain: "The essence of war is nothing but plunder, others plunder you, you can naturally plunder others. ”

"Look at Konoha, they are sitting on thousands of miles of fertile soil, where can the resources compare to them? If you rain country wants to recover quickly, go ahead and plunder the fire country. ”

"On this path, our interests are aligned, and Sha Yin will become Yuyin's best friend."

Boiling Rain hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Hanzo's request, he still planned to refuse. Just as he was about to speak, he unexpectedly sat on the opposite side of the door, the face of the left emon suddenly changed, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and he yelled, "What person?!" ”

Boiling Rain realized that something was wrong, but just as he was about to react, a palm was already lightly placed on his shoulder. At this time, the Mozaemon had just shouted the word "Mo".

A mysterious person wearing a Peking Opera mask and a black cloak stepped over more than a dozen rain ninjas silently, and suddenly appeared behind Boiling Rain.

Time seemed to be stretched out in an instant, and at this moment, no sound came out.

All the ninjas present were the elite shinobi of the two villages, and in the face of the sudden appearance of enemies, some wanted to use ninjutsu, and some wanted to rush up to melee combat.

But before they could put their ideas into action, they suddenly heard a loud, like the roar of an airplane engine starting, and then a belated wave of air swept back everyone.

People come first, and sound later. The speed of the mysterious man is undoubtedly beyond the speed of sound.

Boiling Rain felt the enemy's palm on his shoulder, but he didn't panic at all, his body was covered with a layer of water all year round, which contained his chakra. He didn't need to seal it, he could urge this current of water to make a defensive move, and it was this kind of sudden attack that he could prevent.

At this extremely tense moment, Boiling Rain subconsciously wanted to drive his unsealed water to escape, but the thought seemed to be rusty, and he couldn't fall any way.

Boiling Rain thought it was his own delusion, and increased his efforts to run the chakra, and gradually, when the mysterious man's palm left his shoulder, the water on the surface of his body ...... Seem...... Vaguely moving...... Moved?

With the thrust brought by the surging air waves, Lei Luo jumped backwards and broke away from the encirclement of the elite ninjas.

It was the first time he had run at full speed since he developed a triple speed, and his speed had exceeded his usual limit, and now it seemed to be faster than the sound.

Lei Luo felt that just after the sprint, his body seemed to be seriously injured, and the pain in his knee joint was unbearable. The cloak behind it was torn to shreds in an instant, swaying in the air with the wind.

Prompting a countercurrent recovery state, Lei Luo stood on the boulder on the periphery of the crowd and looked down at the results of the battle just now: Boiling Rain still didn't seem to notice the change in his body, and still sat in place with a serious face, frowning as if thinking about something.

The expression under Lei Luo's mask was slightly relaxed, it seemed that the slowdown had taken effect, and the ninja led by the rain ninja had been controlled by him. The reason why the first target chose boiling rain is nothing more than the pinch of persimmons picking up softness, and the probability of success of deceleration is relatively high. The chakra of Monzaemon is obviously much stronger than Boiling Rain, and if he doesn't control Mozaemon during the first sneak attack, the situation will be very unfavorable to him.

At this time, all the Sand Ninja and Rain Shinobi in the field had already stood up, facing Lei Luo and waiting for him, including Sand Hide's first puppet master Monzaemon.

Hurriedly glanced at the boiling rain, and the door left the emon thought that the other party had fallen into the illusion, so he didn't pay attention to it, anyway, there were so many rain ninjas present, and someone would help solve the illusion.

What he cared more about was the speed that Lei Luo had just shown, and even he couldn't react a little.

"Look at your outfit, it should be the dark part of Konoha." Kadozaemon reached into his arms, took out a scroll and slowly unfolded it. "Why are you alone? To send to death? ”

At this moment, a middle-aged woman behind Monzaemon stepped forward, leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Monzaemon glanced at Lei Luo in surprise, "Roots? What kind of organization is that? ”

Lei Luo ignored Mozaemon and silently observed Boiling Rain's reaction for a while: two or three rain ninjas were surrounding Boiling Rain and patting and patting, as if they wanted to unravel the "illusion" on Boiling Rain's body, but no matter what they did, it was in vain.

It seems that the effect of the deceleration is still relatively strong.

In order to control the boiling rain in an instant, Lei Luo not only burst out with a three-fold speed of extreme speed, but in order to ensure that the control was foolproof, he even used a full third of his mental power to mobilize the power of time to slow down.

It feels like a bit of a waste...... Lei Luo thought about it, but he didn't care too much. After all, he is a shadow-level master, and it is normal for him to be cautious.

Now, it's time to deal with the old man in front of you.

Ray Lo turned his head, his eyes under his mask fixed on the door like a falcon. "What did you just say?"

"Heh~ It's a good thing that young people are arrogant." Mozaemon spread the scroll flat on the ground, and there was inevitably a hint of murderous intent in his tone. "But if you look down on the old man, you will pay the price."

"The old man who relies on the old and sells the old, today is your death." Relo commented contemptuously, trying to provoke Mozaemon. The next moment, his figure disappeared like a breeze as he shook, and quickly flashed five meters away from the side of Monzaemon and the group of sand ninja.

The rain shinobi had lost their leader, and without a command staff to organize a counterattack, there was nothing to fear.

Now the only thing left is to solve him, and none of the rest of the people want to survive.