"Uncle Liang Jie, I want two, one long knife and one short knife, I want all of these."

Liang Jie glanced at Ye Yu with an expression that I had known for a long time.

He has seen many pretentious young people. Who was not a passionate fool when he was young? They were not all eroded by reality. If they didn’t try it themselves, they wouldn’t know how much energy they had.

I remember that he wanted to be a Fengying back then, guess what?

In the Land of Wind, civilian ninjas simply cannot see the track.

With a calm face, he paired a scabbard to the long knife beside him, and he steadily threw it into Ye Yu's arms as soon as he raised his right hand.

"It's up to you, it's okay if you want to try it. Some things need to be tested in person before you know that if you give up one day, you'll send it back. Our Sandhorn's supplies are not sufficient."

"Yes, I get it."

Ye Yu nodded without refuting that the lack of materials could not be contrary to Liang Jie. If it weren’t for the lack of materials to some extent, which top military group leader would have taken the lead in becoming a miner?

Shaking his head and throwing Luo Sha and the Third Generation Fengying out of his head, Ye Yu continued to ask:

"That short knife?"

"Short? How short do you want?"

Liang Jie looked around in the pile of debris and replied to Ye Yu.

Ye Yu passed the images of Haki Sakumo and Haki Kakashi in his mind, and gestured to Ryosuke for a long time, and finally roughly showed a short knife similar to White Teeth.

Liang Jie's brows were tightly clamped, and even the movements in his hands were slower several times. His eyes were staring at Ye Yu, and an unfathomable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The knife you want should be customized by some people as required, right? There are very few people who like to use this knife now. I have never heard of it in the Sand Ninja Camp. Why? I met an opponent outside the village and wanted to introduce his attack method instead?"

Ye Yu stretched out his thumb.

"The old Jianghu is worthy of being the old Jianghu. Uncle Liang Jie said it right. I really want to launch someone's attack method against it."

"Oh, is that?"

Ryosuke glanced at him, stopped and continued to search in the pile of debris.

"Since that's the case, I don't have to continue wasting time. If it's a simple review, the length is roughly the same. There is no need to be so standard. If you want to find out the weakness of the opponent's sword technique, I advise you to look at a few more corpses of the ninja he killed. The wound will not be lie. This is much more useful than Shukong wants. As for the enemy, I have something good to do."

As he said that, he walked into the warehouse.

"Let me look for it, seventh, eighth...eleventh, okay, it's it."

Pressing his right hand on the eaves, Liang Jie flew up and took off a small box wrapped in black cloth from the top of the shelf.

"Puppet Knife - Blood Cut, the knife that the first puppet master Men Saemon used on the puppet. How about it? Do you want to see it?"

Liang Jie's expression was a little weird and joking. He pressed his hand on the box and pushed it towards Ye Yu.

Ye Yu's eyes were half-closed, staring at the small box wrapped in black tart cloth, and he couldn't take his eyes away at all.

Chakra?

A knife actually contained chakra, bloodthirsty and fierce intentions, which were far beyond ordinary ninjas. He even saw the wail of his soul from the knife.
Chapter completed!