The Talent of Konoha

Orochimaru shrugged his shoulders, his eyes were interesting, flickering back and forth between Tsunade and Jiraiya, the meaning of what he wanted to express was already obvious.

"Damn!"

Jiraiya's face tightened, knowing the current situation, he and Tsunade were lucky to be able to survive with the cooperation of Saitama and Orochimaru.

"Would you like to kill them, it seems that you can't do it."

Qiyu said to Orochimaru, with murderous intent in his tone.

"Hehe, I don't need you anymore. This is my business with Jiraiya and the others. Now is not the time. Besides, you seem to..."

Orochimaru looked at Saitama, licked his lips, and rejected Saitama's plan to intervene to help him.

"Then get out of here first! It's not a good thing to stay here."

Saitama nodded, and did not continue to insist on killing Jiraiya and the other two.

He was just talking about this, although he had this idea, but his physical condition told him that he could only talk about it to enjoy himself.

"it is good!"

Orochimaru also agreed with Saitama's statement.

"Jiraiya, and Tsunade, then we'll leave first!"

"I hope that next time we meet, we can have a showdown!"

Orochimaru raised his right hand and greeted him in a friendly manner.

"The Array of Ten Thousand Snakes!"

Before leaving, Orochimaru lowered his body and opened his mouth wide.

As Chakra turned, a swarm of snakes spewed out of his mouth, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a sea of ​​snakes, sweeping towards Jiraiya and Tsunade on the opposite side.

Qiyu's scalp numb, looking at the group of snakes coming out of Orochimaru's mouth, goose bumps all over his body.

"clatter!"

He quickly jumped towards the back, opening the distance from Orochimaru.

"Then, goodbye, Ziraiya!"

Orochimaru raised his head, his eyes were a little deep, and he stared at Jiraiya over there for a few seconds, then turned and left, following Saitama's pace.

"How can it be repaired!"

Jiraiya also pulled Tsunade behind him.

"Fire Escape - Great Flame Bullet!"

His eyes looked at the two leaving figures, anger and powerlessness flashed in his heart, and finally he had no choice but to vent all his anger on the snakes in front of him.

"boom!"

The flames spurted and collided with the snakes, the smell of meat spread instantly, and there was the sound of oil droplets bursting.

Chapter 257 Follow-up

Nearly a week has passed since that mission, and everyone in Konoha returned to the village a few days ago.

However, everyone who came back had a bad complexion, and it could even be said to be extremely ugly.

Not only because many ninjas were badly injured or a few of their companions were sacrificed, but because during this mission, a very important person died.

The former Hokage who had been in charge of the village for decades lost his life during this mission and dedicated himself to the village!

The news quickly spread throughout the village without any cover-up.

Everyone who knew the news thought that they were living in a dream and hadn't woken up.

Although in recent years, the third generation of Hokage Hiruza Sarutobi has rarely appeared in the eyes of the public, but his powerful strength has always been in the hearts of everyone.

Without strong strength, how could the village be able to move forward?

But suddenly one day, someone told them that such an old man who has become a symbol of the village died in the mission.

There is a sense of fantasy!

Leaf Village.

The sky was gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain. The whole village was shrouded in a layer of haze, which seemed a little silent and unusual.

Today is a special day, the day when three generations were buried.

Today's Muye Village is immersed in a quiet and somewhat dull atmosphere, somewhat depressing and somewhat dead.

"Crench!"

A door was pushed open, and a person dressed in pitch black stepped out from inside.

His face was a little stiff, and there was some discomfort in his eyes.

As he walked out of the gate of his house, many people in similar clothes came out of him one after another.

Their expressions are very similar, with some unconcealable discomfort in pain.

Most of them are relatively older, so they have experienced the period of three generations of power, and their feelings for the three generations are also deeper, and they know that it is not easy and powerful.