Although I really wanted to kill Jing Xing, who had a fake modesty expression, after carefully comparing the combat power of both sides, Kakashi could only grit his teeth and press the impulse back.

If he can't beat him for the time being, he can only endure it even if he is angry. However, in thirty years, he, Qimu Kakashi, will realize this dream one day.

For example, if you survive for decades, this guy is older than him anyway, and when he is so old that he can't move in bed, he should be able to walk around with crutches. By that time, if you want to beat him, wouldn't it be a piece of cake!

Kakashi silently comforted himself in his heart, and set a small goal for himself - to keep healthy and try to hit Jing Xing with a cane when he is lying on the bed and cannot move!

Just as Kakashi was thinking about his future health plan, Sasuke had already sprinted to the front of the sand ball that wrapped Gaara in the game field below.

Looking at the sand ball that was so close to him, Sasuke raised his left hand without hesitation, and his left hand wrapped in lightning pierced into the sand ball without any obstacles.

Puff—

Even though Gaara stepped back a little in time, Sasuke's left hand, wrapped in lightning, still left a very dark blood mark on his shoulder.

"ah……"

Gaara let out a cry of pain, and a strong smell of blood spread from her shoulders and soon filled every corner of the sand ball.

Smelling the bloody smell from my body and feeling the scorching pain on my shoulders, Gaara's expression suddenly became even more ferocious. The originally normal round pupils also tended to change to a shape similar to copper coins.

Feeling something piercing his palm into, and the vague cry of pain came from his ears, Sasuke understood that his move had already hurt Gaara. Since he had already hurt someone, Sasuke was naturally ready to withdraw his palm.

However, when he wanted to pull out his palm, Sasuke realized that his arm was tightly entangled by sand and could not be pulled out for a while.

At the same time, the originally glorious sand ball also raised many sharp sand cones on the surface, stabbing towards Sasuke's body.

"Thunder Escape..."

Seeing that the sand cone was about to stab him, Sasuke didn't bother to think too much, Thunder Escape Chakra broke out from his left hand again, and the irritable Thunder Escape Chakra directly disintegrated the sand wrapped around his arm into a pile of loose sand.

He pulled out his arm vigorously, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked the sand ball. With this reaction force, Sasuke finally pulled back in time and left the attack range of the sand cone!

"This is...what the hell?"

Sasuke, who had exited a certain distance, looked at the strange sand claws that stretched out from the holes he had made, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Isn’t Gaara inside the sand ball? How come a monster-like arm suddenly stretched out from it?

While Sasuke was stunned, Sand's arm slowly retreated. At the same time, in the corner of the audience, a man wearing a black hooded hooded cloak, as if he was an Anbe Ninja, also quietly made several handprints.

"Huh? Where did the feathers come from?"

A group of viewers in the audience subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the white feathers falling from the sky. Before they could figure out where the feathers floated down, they felt that the scene in front of them began to blur, and their eyelids were also uncontrollably put together.

"Who put the illusion?"

Ordinary people were instantly knocked down by illusion, but Kakashi and others were not affected by any influence. This level of illusion is not enough to deal with them.

"What happened. I'll go to the third generation of adults to take a look. Huahuo, be careful yourself. If you encounter an enemy, summon the ghost soldiers. Do you understand?!"

Jing Xing instructed Hanamichi, who was also not affected by the illusion, and then ran towards the audience seat exclusively for Naruto.

Before Gaara officially released Shunhe with the technique of sleeping, he would rather go to the third generation to make some soy sauce. When Shunhe comes out, he will have a good chat with the other party and receive the gifts sent by the other party.

While the audience started to get messy, Orochimaru, dressed in the four generations of Fengying, suddenly broke out in the audience, strangled the third generation's neck and grabbed the person on the roof.

"The method of forbearance-Four Purple Flame Formation..."

The four people who were originally pretending to be Fengying's guard also reacted very quickly and jumped to four corners of the roof, opening the barrier of the four purple flame formations.

"Three generations of adults..."

The dark part hidden around him subconsciously wanted to save the third generation. However, the dark part that had rushed the fastest just encountered the Four Purple Flame Formation, and a raging fire broke out on its body.

"Water Escape - Water Bullet Technique..."

Just as the dark man was screaming in tears by the flames, a cluster of water fell from the sky, directly pouring him out of the heart.

"If you know medical ninjutsu, go and help him treat it!"

After extinguishing the flames on the other party's body, Jing Xing waved his hand at the other secret parts and signaled that he would come and drag the injured person down to treat him.

"What does the Fourth Generation Fengying mean?"

Even though fate was strangled by someone, Sandao still showed no panic on his face. Instead, he asked Orochimaru calmly.

"Is Sand Village ready to destroy this hard-won peace and provoke a war?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Sarutobi, you are really old and you can't even recognize me..."

A slightly hoarse laughter came from the mouth of the "Four Generations of Wind Shadow", which was chilling like a poisonous snake's hissing.

"Orochimaru?!"

Third generation's pupils shrank suddenly. He knew that Orochimaru had been lurking back to Konoha recently, but he didn't expect that the other party would pretend to be the Fourth generation Fengying.

Moreover, this fourth-generation Fengying is pretended to be Orochimaru, so where is the real fourth-generation Fengying now?

"Yes, it's me, Sarutobi, it's been a long time since I saw you!"

Orochimaru could not hear a trace of murderous aura in his tone. If he ignored the hand he was holding the kunai on the neck of Sandao, this tone would be a greeting for friends to meet.

"What do you want to do? Orochimaru, are you going to kill me, the teacher?"

After calming down, the three generations asked in a deep voice, but when they asked this, their hearts felt a slight pain.

Once upon a time, this child was his favorite apprentice, but in the end...

"No, don't get me wrong, Mr. Sarutobi, I just want to come to see you and show you my research results..."
Chapter completed!