Country of Wind.

The yellow sand rolled in the wind, which brought dust and tiny grains of sand, making the sky gray, and even the sun's light was a little distorted.

"Ahem!"

"I really hate the desert." Nagarjuna sighed and pulled the mask on her face. It was the same as Kakashi, which was dust-proof, sand-proof and poison-proof. It is strong, light and durable. It is a must-have product for traveling.

But no matter how powerful the mask is, it has its limits.

The environment in the desert is so harsh that it makes people feel uncomfortable from head to toe. This cannot be twisted by a small mask.

Compared to the magnificent landscape of the desert yellow sand, he still prefers the bright scenery of green mountains and clear waters.

Unfortunately, the guy from Red Sand Scorpion likes to stay in the desert without moving his butt. He is already a rebellious man and still stays in the Kingdom of Wind. He doesn't even have any face left for Sand Scorpion.

In order to win over Scorpion, a guy who is nostalgic for his hometown, he had to come to this vast desert with Xiaonan and experience the feeling of cutting the face of a wind knife and grinding the skin of a gravel!

What's even more hurtful is that Xiaonan, who is a companion, has mastered his unique secret technique and is completely unafraid of the tempering of wind and sand.

This made Nagarjuna even more depressed.

“Finally found.”

Jue silently crawled out of the sand, and a large nepenthes suddenly blocked in front of Nagarjuna and Xiaonan. He could directly cause a heart attack if he was scared.

"What a pity..."

A scarlet light flashed in Nagarjuna's eyes.

No matter how many times he read it, he could not replicate the elixir technique. This technique was beyond the limit that the Sharingan could replicate.

"In the northeast, that guy just destroyed a village and is now walking towards the wind-eroded stone forest in front of him." Jue pointed at the rock forest about six or seven hundred meters ahead of Nagarjuna and Xiaonan, which was eroded by the strong wind.

Nagarjuna and Xiaonan looked up at the Fengye Stone Forest together.

Then,

"I'll go one step first."

Leave this sentence to Nagarjuna.

Countless pieces of white paper flew behind Xiaonan, pieced together to form a pair of big wings. With a light blow, it flew into the sky like a crane and flew towards the wind-eroded stone forest in the distance.

"Hey! Hey... This is running... it's too fast!"

Nagarjuna shouted twice, but she didn't stop.

Looking at the tiny back that fell into the wind-eroded stone forest, he sighed deeply.

"It would be great if I could take me a ride!"

The failure to get on the "Xiaonan" ride-hailing made Nagarjuna sigh with regret.

Fortunately, the distance between six or seven hundred meters is not very far. Before the scorpion arrived, Nagarjuna rushed to Xiaonan even though he was slow. Xiaonan glanced at Nagarjuna and said nothing. The two stood on the standing mushroom-shaped stone pillar, waiting for the fish that fell into the trap.

In the rolling sandstorm, a small figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision of the two people and slowly approached.

Perhaps because of the strong wind and sand, the figure did not seem to notice the two people standing on the stone mushrooms.

"Xiao Nan, who will do it?"

"If you can't do it, I will do it."

In a word, Nagarjuna's face turned dark.

This is a bit wonderful! A pun, is this a provocation method? Old-fashioned... But it's easy to use. Nagarjuna grinned, "Then I'll do it!"

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, jumped down from the stone mushroom, and walked towards the tiny figure who was walking over. While moving forward, he deliberately released a murderous aura, and the rich murderous aura rushed forward like a tide.

The figure stayed fixed for a few seconds.

Then, he accelerated his rank and rushed towards the direction where Nagarjuna was.

"It's really you, a bastard without art cells... Uchiha Naruto!!"

In front of Nagarjuna was a handsome young man with short red and beautiful eyebrows. He was wearing a uniform equipped by the Sauron, but he did not wear a forehead protection and had a faint smell of fireworks and blood. This was the genius young puppet master of Sauron Village, the Red Sand Scorpion.

"Long time no see, scorpion."

Nagarjuna smiled and greeted her.

"I hope to see you, a gangster who has no artistic sense again." Scorpion responded coldly.

“That’s really regrettable”

"Stop playing sloppy here, you are a bastard here suddenly... What are your purpose? What do you want to do?" Scorpion looked at Nagarjuna with alert.

The acquaintance between the two starts with the third ninja war.

Scorpion, who had not betrayed the village at that time, naturally participated in the war against Konoha. As a new generation of genius in the Sakai Village, he was active on the front line, and even broke out on the battlefield the name of Red Sand, meaning flowing sand stained with blood.

At that time, Nagarjuna was regarded as a genius boy like Scorpion.

One is Konoha's genius and the other is Sana Hiroshi. It is inevitable that Nagarjuna and Scorpion will meet on the battlefield. The two have fought many times, but because of the complex and changeable situation on the battlefield, they have never been able to decide the outcome.

However, Scorpion was soon discovered using the corpse of his fellow villager to make puppets. He was accused of blaspheming his companions' corpse and had a fierce conflict with his companions. He became a rebel and left Sand Village before the end of the war. He had never seen each other again since.

Although I haven't seen it for a long time, Scorpion knows Nagarjuna's power well, and his vigilance at this moment proves his importance to Nagarjuna.

"Ahem, okay, I won't be kidding anymore, Scorpion, I'm here to invite you to join "Xiao"."

Looking at Scorpion's vigilant look, Nagarjuna restrained his joking mentality at the right time and expressed his intention.

""Xiao"? I haven't heard of it!"

"It's normal that I haven't heard of it. It's not a big organization... But what if I think about it carefully? Although I have just joined this organization for a while... But there's no way. Recruiting you is the first task for the leader. If this job is broken, I'll be very troublesome... So, think about it again?"

"It's your business that you've done a mess, don't involve me."

Scorpion glared at him with displeasure.

"Don't make decisions in such a hurry. Although this organization is very small, everyone is full of interesting guys. As long as you complete the task smoothly, no one will care about anything you do, and it will not hinder you from studying your art... Well, there is still a chance to collect very high-level materials......" Nagarjuna worked hard to promote "Xiao", without blushing at all.

"Xiao" is a tool.

Resurrecting the Ten Tails, unsealing the seal of Otsutsuki Kaguya, usurping Otsutsuki Kaguya's immortal power... This is Nagarjuna's goal. For this reason, the "Aki" organization cannot disappear. On the contrary, he must ensure that the "Aki" plan to collect the nine tailed beasts is smoothly carried out, and ensure that the story of Black Rescuing Mother is smoothly unfolded...

Of course, this process cannot be too fast. He has to find and master the means to usurp the immortal power before Otsutsuki Kaguya is resurrected, otherwise all his efforts will be a huge joke at that time.

"That's the case, it doesn't sound bad!"

Scorpion pondered for a moment and glanced at Xiaonan on the stone mushroom in the distance, "Are the ones over there also "Xiao"?"

"Yes."

Nagarjuna replied calmly.

“It doesn’t sound bad though…”

Nagarjuna sighed helplessly, and when she heard "although", she knew that this matter could not be so simple.

"It's a pity that such a reason is not enough for me. I will find what I need myself, so why bother to complete the so-called task? My ideology has always been self-centered! I don't need organization or companions!"

Scorpion's answer made Nagarjuna rub his chin in distress.

"It's hard for me to do this... Scorpion, think about it carefully. If you can't figure it out, I can only use force to lead you into the gang!"

"Hmph!"

Scorpion sneered twice, "Then let me see how much you have made! We fought so many times, but you never beat me once! I want to see where you have the confidence to beat me now." While speaking, he quickly took out the scroll inserted in his waist pocket.

"You haven't beat me even if you are different? Don't say that I used to be like I always lost in your hands."

Nagarjuna looked at Scorpion's movements and did not take any action to stop him.

At this point, it is impossible to convince Scorpio with words, or this kind of thing has been delusional from the beginning. How could a willful guy like Scorpio make him obedient in just a few words? People like them should communicate faster with fists if they are just talking.

The scorpion's scroll opened, and a big word "three" came into view.

"Bang!"

A large chakra smoke surged.

Wait for the wind to blow away the smoke.

There is an extra puppet in front of the scorpion.

A human-shaped puppet.

Blue and yellow eyes have handsome facial features and wearing cloak. If there is a Sandy Ninja here, you will recognize this person as a mysterious missing person. They have been searching for for a long time and have not gained anything. They are also known as the strongest name among all the scorpions. Unfortunately, he is now a puppet of the scorpion and has long lost the glory and glory of his life.

"I thought it was a waste of time today. I didn't find any available materials and was in a bad mood. But you guys came to the door by yourself... Happy, Nagarjuna, when you die, I will make you into a work that is as good as the third generation. The best materials like you are rare."

"Haha! I can't be happy at all. If I die, I will never feel at ease if I die."

Nagarjuna rolled his eyes, pulled out the short knife around his waist, chanted the spell softly, liberated the twig flower, and held the trident in one hand in his right hand.

"You don't understand art! You don't know what the beauty of art is at all! Only eternity is the most ultimate artistic beauty in this world!"

Scorpion almost made Nagarjuna's nose tilt.

He had a gloomy face and his fingers flicked. The lifeless third-generation wind shadow puppet seemed to come alive in an instant. His arms spread out, and only the "clang" sound was heard. Two scimitars shining with a light blue cold light tore up the long sleeves of the linen and stretched out. The next second, the third-generation wind shadow puppet flew out, instantly crossing the distance between the two, and coming to Nagarjuna.

The scimitar that was smearing with a poisonous slashed down fiercely, aimed at Nagarjuna's neck and waist, and prepared to use Nagarjuna's two or three pieces of swords.
To be continued...