After training.

Lu Sheng stood in front of the door of the Zhili house and ran away for a while.

Zhenyang, who was standing by the door, looked at him proudly and sent an invitation to the inside of the house.

The fight between pure physical techniques made the three of them dirty and dusty skin feel uncomfortable.

"Jireeri's parents have all gone to see the auction, and there is no one in the house now."

Zhenyang looked at the room where the water was dripping in the room, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The movements of the boy in front of her suddenly magnified her pupils, and she looked at the figure getting closer and closer in disbelief.

Before she could react, a crisp "bang!" sound came from the surface of her forehead to her ears.

Zhenyang covered his red forehead and looked at the figure who turned away angrily. His voice couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved, and shouted into the room: "Jireeri, I was beaten by Lu Sheng."

Jiri, who wiped his hands, walked to her side and looked at her curiously, with a figure looming on the horizon.

Through the obvious red dots under the crack of the fingers, Jiri vaguely judged what had happened just now, and poked her cheek without being angry, "The water temperature is just right, go quickly."

Lu Sheng, who was walking on the road, smiled and shook his head. Zhenyang's trick was ineffective for him.

He was quite familiar with the Chiri family. His mother-in-law was obsessed with playing cards, but she never went to eat free meals.

The aunt's enthusiasm made him a little difficult to resist.

I opened the door and glanced at it, and used special techniques to store the places where the Chihiha Madara flesh and blood were stored.

He, Uchiha Lu Sheng, wanted to become a six-path immortal, how could he keep making a fuss!

But to be honest, my aunt's meal is indeed a bit delicious.

The three people gathered again and wandered in the clan area. The streets became very deserted, with only a few snack bars still opening.

Zhenyang sniffed the tempting fragrance in the air, turned his eyes quietly, took out the scroll from the ninja bag, and said to the purple-haired girl beside him: "After training last time, I brought the broken blade back to the clan land, barely analyzing the iron ore material used. The seal here is the best iron ore of the feather clan, and it will definitely create a harder ninja knife."

Jiri looked at the scroll in her hand, exchanged glances with Lu Sheng, and asked, "What is the best material for casting a knife?"

Zhenyang tightened the scroll in his hand and replied without thinking: "It's meteorite."

"Then there is bad news, and good news, which one do you want to hear?" Lu Sheng took the scroll from her and asked.

Zhenyang turned his eyes from Lu Sheng's face to Jiri's face with confusion. The smiles on the faces of the two made her ate and asked, "What is it?"

Lu Sheng handed her the scroll and explained: "The bad news is that the ore you carefully prepared is not available. The good news is that you can use meteorite to create your own ninja knife."

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Zhenyang reacted and found out that she had been kept in the dark.

Jiri blinked at her, his voice briskly, "You'll know when you go to the workshop."

The streets in the village were as cold as those in the tribe. The three of them walked towards the southwest of Konoha, and Jiri explained the reason on the road.

"It turns out that Lu Sheng brought so much meteorite in the moon."

In the dense forest, Zhenyang's vision crossed the green branches and leaves, looking at the place where thick smoke was rising not far away.

"And the sacred tree."

Lu Sheng kindly reminded the shocked girl.

Shinho raised his fist and gave it to someone who had been hiding him. He smiled at Jiri and said, "Can you lend me a fun after the round fan is successfully created?"

Lu Sheng's questioning gaze made her pat her chest and full of confidence: "Relax, there is enough chakra in my body."

"Someone is here!"

The warriors sitting around the workshop heard the rustling sound in the forest not far away and became alert in an instant.

Haruma walked out of the workshop and scolded the warriors who were waiting for battle, "Take your hands off the knife. This is Konoha Hidden Village, not the Iron Country."

This is Konoha.

A place without war is not an iron country that was invaded by various hidden villages.

The warriors who had been fighting with ninjas all year round slowly lowered their hands from the hilt of the knife, and their vigilance disappeared.

A false alarm.

The visitor has no protective forehead. Judging from the ninja package on their bodies, he is not a formal ninja in Konoha Village.

The age of the three surprised the samurai. Unexpectedly, Konoha's ninja began to practice ninjutsu at such a young age.

"Someone has arrived first."

Zhenhao looked at the warrior in front of him, frowned, and his voice was filled with regret that he could not see the meteorite.

"The old man knows what you said, but I really can't separate myself. Your orders can only be completed by my tribe."

An old voice that gradually became clear was heard in the workshop, which attracted everyone's attention.

Chunma followed with a respectful voice, "It's okay to wait for a little while."

Hongping nodded hesitantly. The rewards given by these warriors were too much, which made it difficult for him to refuse.

The three people walking not far from the wooden door lit up his eyes and hurriedly took off the cigarette rod in their mouths, "The large amount of meteorite you saw on the shelves just now is theirs."

The word "Meteorite" instantly made the warriors excited, which was an unexpected surprise.

"Please sell some to us."

Chunma immediately walked to Lu Sheng and lowered his head.

Seeing that the young man among the three hesitated, the warriors walked beside Chunma and lowered their heads together, and repeated sincerely: "Please sell some to us."

The large amount of meteorite iron has already made them lower their high samurai heads. A top-level ninja knife is a valuable asset to this samurai class.

Zhenao, who had never seen such a formation, looked at Jiri in embarrassment.

Jiri whispered: "Let's relax, there are all land creatures."

Lu Sheng's eyes moved away from the old man who was leisurely spitting out smoke, and said to the samurai in front of him: "You should look for Toyama in this matter."

"Is it that Senju Tobirama?"

Chunma raised her head and looked at the calm boy in front of her.

Lu Sheng nodded and continued, "These meteorites belong to the Uchiha clan, so I can only provide you with the source."

"Some time ago, Konoha Daily reported on the deeds of the contemporary Uchiha patriarch landing on the moon."

"I remembered it! There are really aliens on the moon, and they also signed an alliance with Konoha."

It is not normal for a large number of meteorites to appear in the ninja world, and it is easy to remind them of the sky.

When the samurai heard the name Uchiha, the samurai made a lot of discussion.

"So that's how it is."

Chunma bowed heavily to the three Lu Shengshen, and her facial expression suddenly became excited, and she began to call the warriors to tell the leader the good news.

The sound of armor hitting disappeared around the workshop, and Lu Sheng glared at the short old man who was smoking a cigarette pole.

Hongping, who was old and beautiful, was not afraid of his eyes at all. He sat leisurely under the parasol and vomited a long cigarette, "Old man, I want to stay with Konoha and not leave."

Lu Sheng sat beside him and directly exposed his disguise, "It was the money earned by the tribe members, and he was fascinated by the world of Konoha Flowers."

"Little devil, it's so annoying." Hongping was so angry that his beard flew up, and he sniffed a few bluffs hard. "The construction period of the round fan is still very early. What's the matter with you coming to me?"

Shinho told him about breaking the Shiri Ninja Knife.

Hongping covered his chest with coughing and raised the cigarette pole tremblingly, "That's what I cast when I was young."

"The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come."

Hongping, whose face turned red, suddenly saw the home tattoos on the girl with short hair.

It was the feather-in-law clan, and suddenly remembered something and asked hesitantly: "Did I cast that long knife during training?"

Zhenyang nodded slightly to show his affirmation.

Hongping, who was staring at the stars, jumped off the recliner in an instant under the surprised gaze of the three of them, and interrupted the trees not far away with a strange scream, venting his restlessness.

After calming down, he walked over and said to them, "Now my skills have been perfect, and I can barely touch the level of making Kusanagi sword."

The girl's suspicious eyes made his long eyebrows flutter, and she said angrily: "Nindian sword is right! I forged it for you to see!"

"What if the newly forged ninja knife accidentally cut off the long knife you forged before during the training after Zhenyo and I?"
Chapter completed!