Hunting days hunting nest in the ground, feeling the ground vibration gradually subsided, he carefully drilled out of the ground.

At this time, the stone powder in the air has gradually subsided. Looking around, the cliffs on the three sides of the col are full of potholes, and none of them are intact. As for the stone walls behind them, they were also blown to pieces, leaving only the tall ones in place. A pile of stone dust fills the entrance.

The bodies of those wandering ninjas were also blown to pieces in the explosion and scattered everywhere.

In addition, there is only one left in the small col... a pure black sphere.

The black sphere floats out of thin air, seems to be spinning, and can swallow people's sight. However, with the help of dynamic vision, Hunting Sky Hunt can still see the essence of this black sphere.

Sand iron...Magnetic escape!

Finally came out, the three generations of Fengying Puppet!

"I can actually force me to use the strongest puppet..."

Accompanied by a hoarse and dull voice, the black ball in the air slowly changed, revealing a red-haired year with no emotion, and a puppet wearing a gray robe.

Although the Red Sand Scorpion pulled out the seal scroll in time, the explosion was too violent. When he took out the three-generation Fengying Puppet from the seal scroll, Fei Liuhu had been affected by countless explosions, and only some stumps and tails were left.

"It also destroyed two of my puppets in a row..."

The voice of the red sand scorpion has now returned to his original cold tone, "Who are you?"

The black sand and iron in the air turned into a pair of huge wings and floated on the back of the three-generation Fengying puppet, flapping slowly, and the sand and iron also condensed under the feet of the red sand scorpion, carrying him floating in the air, one person and one puppet just volleyed into the air. Standing, looking down at Hunting Heaven Hunting.

"Aiya, it's a great honor for the famous Red Sand Scorpion to finally ask my name."

The Hunter Hunter smiled and said, "My name is Hunter Hunter, and I'm a member of the abyss."

"abyss?"

The Red Sand Scorpion shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

"Because everything I've heard is already dead." Hunting Tianhun grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"It sounds like you are all strong? Very good, I decided to refine all the members of your abyss into puppets!" The red sand scorpion's fingers trembled slightly: Sand and iron attack!

swoosh swish...

In an instant, the sand and iron thousand books in the sky shot out from the black wings behind the three generations of wind shadow puppets, like a torrential rain pouring down!

Hunting Tianhun's eyes froze, the force under his feet flickered and retreated, and his hands danced at the same time: "Wind escape - the technique of wind cutting!"

hum...

The hurricane whistled, and a light-blue wind blade visible to the naked eye shot away in mid-air, suddenly descending in front of the red sand scorpion.

The scorpion of red sand had no fear, completely ignoring the huge wind blade that was close at hand, just flicking his fingers lightly, the next moment, the sand and iron that filled the sky like a hundred rivers entered the sea, and instantly gathered in front of him, turning into a black round shield.

Keng! !

In the harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing, the light cyan wind blade cut into the sand and iron round shield three inches, and it was unsustainable, and finally turned into a gust of wind and whistled away.

At the same time, the black wings behind the three-generation Fengying Puppet once again shot out countless sand and iron copies.

Hunting Tianhun didn't dare to take it hard, and flickered and retreated again, but wherever he retreated, the sand and iron Qianbenyu in the air followed, giving him no room to display.

Hunting Tianhun frowned slightly, this is not good, the red sand scorpion has the air superiority with the three generations of wind shadow puppets, only he can use the magnetic scorpion to hit himself, and his explosive scorpion can't hit him at all.

That being the case...

Hunting Tianhun glanced at the expressionless red sand scorpion in the air, and sneered in his heart: Then let's spend it and see who can spend it!

...

Fire country.

Konoha.

Huoying Building Data Room.

Han Feng rummaged through the data from the morning to noon, and then found the afternoon from noon, and then the lights in the data room were lit, and the moonlight was falling outside the window. Han Feng absentmindedly put down the ninja journal in his hand, and then 'inside', looking at his mind The purple-black nebula.

The small river in the nebula is still there. From the morning to now, I don't know how much chakra has passed. Although the chakra in the nebula will recover on its own, but... the cold wind still feels painful.

Of course, the most important thing is, what the hell is hunting for the sky?

Cold wind guessed that he was fighting the red sand scorpion, but this battle is over for you?

Panyue is gone?

The cold wind is incomprehensible.

At this moment, the wild cat next to him suddenly threw a ninja diary and said, "Husky, it's your information, Mr. Minato. I really didn't expect Mr. Minato to be so good when he was a student."

The cold wind took it subconsciously, and then came back to look at it, and then his eyes lit up. This ninja diary records that Yun Ren captured the nine-tailed man Zhuli in the village, and the owner of the diary was ordered to rescue him, but when he arrived, Only then did he realize that Jiu-Tai Ren Zhuli had been rescued by someone, and that person was naturally Minato Namikaze.

It's not easy, I finally found this thing!

The cold wind five people started to look forward from the ninja log of Konoha 47 years, Konoha 46 years, Konoha 45 years, Konoha 44 years... After looking for each year, Lingling has found nearly 5,000 ninjas. Among them, there are more than 1,400 diaries related to Namikaze Minato.

And this book in Hanfeng's hands should be the last one related to Minato Namifeng. After all, it has already been checked out of his student days. He couldn't have been out of the village during his student days, right?

However, although Namikaze Minato is over, the rest of the campaign is far from being over. If nothing else, Orochimaru's is annoying enough.

Orochimaru is the oldest in grade. He was born in Konoha's 10th year and graduated from the ninja school at the age of 6. That is to say, they have to keep looking for it until Konoha's 16th year!

And this ninja diary in Hanfeng's hand is only 32 years old, which is 16 years away from the 16 years of Konoha!

At this time, there are still twelve days before the end of the election registration, and the time should be too late... right?

If it's really too late, Cold Wind and the others can only use shadow clones.

With the help of shadow clones, their efficiency can be doubled. If each person has two shadow clones, the efficiency will be doubled, but unfortunately, the fatigue level will also be doubled.

The Frostwind Five actually tried to work together with the main body and the shadow clone on the first day. As a result, after two days, they were dizzy, and they could see countless ninja journals when they closed their eyes. Work, and finally gave up the shortcut.

Time passed, and it was ten o'clock.

"call!"

Fei Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's be here today, everyone has worked hard."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Several people put down the ninja journal in their hands, took out and handed in the ninja journal of the target person, and then returned to the base to change their clothes and go home.

The cold wind walked and walked, and 'inside' the purple-black nebula in his mind.

Nima, are you still fighting? !

It's been ten hours!