Chapter 45： Not my changed story

The sun is setting, and the battle is nearing the end.

The enduring ninjutsu on the battlefield has come to an end and gradually evolved into a physical confrontation.

In the case of the three disciples, Masahiko has no time to care. In the face of the attack of the spot, the repair of the body in the body is not enough.

"Oh... if I practiced the body early..." Zheng Yan sighed in her heart.

I can barely persist in the body of the plaque, but also thanks to the disciple who has received the well, and the spot is not in the best condition because of eye problems.

Although facing a crisis, Zheng Yan is not too anxious, because the surrounding environment gradually overlaps with the scene deep in his heart.

In the distance, Uchiha Izumi was forced into the wind by the day, because the hand of the **** of thunder was created by Masahiko in the middle of the day, and Quan Nai’s long knife was cut off.

In desperation, Quannai can only use the illusion with the near-loaded writing wheel eye, and kicked the ball in the daytime.

"Art fire escape **** fireball!"

In the face of the fireball, the hands are printed, "Water Margin - Water Dragon Bomb!"

The collision of fire and water transforms into the water vapor of the sky, like the technique of fog, completely obscuring the field of view.

During the day, I was thrown out of a few bitterness, but it was already clear when I wrote it.

Uchiha Izumi snorted, "cursing that I didn't write the fate of the wheel eye..." The body escaped the bitterness, but found that the last one of the bitterness had some strange symbols.

"Flying thunder!" The shouts in the day spread throughout the battlefield.

"Sure enough, it is indeed this battle..." Zheng Yan murmured, "This is over..."

Opposite to Masahiko, the spot also refused to attack again, and a momentary support for the spring will fall.

Masahiko sees the story and finally returns to the right track. He sits on the ground regardless of the image. As for what he and he said, he has no psychological experience.

"Even if it is not forbearance, I have never encountered such a dangerous situation. If it is 10 minutes later, it may be strong..."

Zheng Yan shook his head and smiled. "In the past, people who faced more than me were hiding one by one with their ability to perceive. This time..."

Thinking of this, Zheng Yan was surprised to find that the distant spots actually launched an attack on the day.

"Right, the column is not here, the spot can not stop..." Zheng Yan is anxious, he will get up and help the day.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the battlefield, "Mu-wood ingot!"

"Call... This is really over." Zheng Yan raised half of his **** and fell again. The stupid voice between the columns sounded like a scorpio.

Zheng Yan was sitting on the battlefield and watching Uchiha people give up their resistance. They watched a quarrel between the columns and the hustle and bustle, watching Uchiha plaques hold Quannai with the remnants to evacuate from the battlefield...

"Sure enough, even with such a big advantage, the column still let go of the spot, and this story finally returned to the right track..."

Zheng Yan thought about it carefully. The change of the plot happened from where it happened, and it caused such a big crisis.

"Only because of the fairy tales learned early?" Zheng Yan muttered, "I hope he can give me an explanation..." Zheng Yan looked at the stunned Qiang Tianyu after being tied to the column.

The quarrel between the columns and the day ended, and a moment came to Zheng Yan.

"Second grandfather, this time thanks to you, I said... you are fine!"

Masahiko shook his head and smiled. "I'm fine, I won't die for a while..." He didn't explain his appearance. Then he asked, "What happened to Qianshou Tianyu?"

When I mentioned this problem, the column was also confused. "Tianyu... crazy, suddenly attacked me on the road and always said that I am a Uchiha family."

"But it is impossible. His parents are all thousands of people, and he has not been different for many years. But I have checked and found that he has had illusion."

Masahiko was shocked and changed his will. "Don't be god?!"

Busy questioning between the columns, "What is a god?"

"No, nothing, it can't be a god." Zheng Yan replied, revealing the color of thinking. If the Uchiha family of this era can use other gods, the use of the Warring States between the columns is over, and it is impossible to use them in the hands of Tianyu.

In the meantime, Zheng Yan thought of five years ago, in the name of the palace, he saw something that he was very concerned about. One of the small people who participated in the banquet was like a pommel horse, and the pommel horse was an animated original story. Zheng Yan always thought that he was wrong.

"Between the columns, have you heard of the pommel horse?"

The column between the face of thinking, "the pommel horse family, seems to have heard that in the West of the country of fire, there is such a small family, deep and simple, the strength of the people is generally not strong."

"Sure enough," Zheng Yan sighed, crying and laughing.

I always thought that it was a plot that I changed. Now I find that this hard fight is really embarrassing. "Animation original group! Even you are pitting me..."

Zheng Yan looked at the column and explained: "This family is not strong enough to specialize in illusion. But every few years there will be a group of people who have awakened the unique blood and can control the five senses of others."

The column suddenly realized, "Is Tianyu the middle of this technique? Second grandfather, can you crack it?"

Masahiko shook his head. "This kind of blood illusion can only be solved by the surgeon I am afraid you have to go there in person, and others may be hardly affected by their illusion."

Nod between the columns to indicate understanding. At this time, he walked over and glanced at his older brother.

"Big brother, this time we lost more than 500 people, about 1,000 people were slightly injured, and dozens of people were seriously injured. I am afraid that they will not be able to adhere to the Hui..."

Said, looked at Zheng Yan, "Two grandfather, your three disciples are all right, suffered a slight injury, you feel at ease..."

Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly saw what it meant like to let him go with peace of mind...

Masahiko stood up and bit his finger. "The technique of psychic!" summoned a huge embarrassment.

"My chakra has recovered a bit, so that the seriously injured people of the thousand hands come to me and should be able to rescue them."

Touched by the face, I glanced at the column. "Big brother, the second grandfather looks like a thousand hands over you!"

A smile between the columns, this time is really a loss, can only smile and face the accusation.

The two went to arrange the tribes to carry the seriously wounded to Zhengyan here. Zheng Yan glanced at him and nodded. The huge cockroaches were broken down into small cockroaches, and all the wounded were treated.

Five minutes later, Masahiko was exhausted and relieved the practice of psychic. This time his chakra was really exhausted.

Looking up, the inter-column and three disciples surrounded him in the middle, his eyes filled with tears, and Yan Yan’s mouth was pumping, his heart said, “How can it be like a body to say goodbye, should I lie down?”

Thinking of this, suddenly it was black, and it really fell down. I heard the last few voices before the coma.

"Two grandfather!" *2

"Teacher!" *3