"Finally home!"

At the door of Konoha, after the Yannin attack, Han Feng and his group of five rushed for another seven days and finally returned to the village!

After reporting and signing at the gate of the village, the group of five went straight to the mission hall of the Hokage Building.

The five people walked through the streets and alleys. Everything in the village was as usual, with people flowing like weaving, but the atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more dignified.

At this moment, a ninja wearing Uchiha costumes passed them by, Zhishui turned around and glanced at the clan emblem behind the clan, his brows furrowed sharply: "Something's wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Han Feng stopped, turned to look at Zhishui, and then looked at the Uchiha who was walking away, and asked strangely, "Isn't that person from your Uchiha clan?"

"Not this." Zhi Shui shook his head with a dignified expression.

"It's because the number of patrols has decreased!"

The oil girl Zhihei suddenly said, "During the war, the minimum number of police patrols should be in groups of three!"

Han Feng was a little puzzled: "How do you know he is from the police force? Maybe it's just an ordinary Uchiha clansman passing by."

"Look carefully at the Uchiha family emblem behind him." Oil Girl Zhi gangster said.

Han Feng squinted his eyes and didn't feel anything was wrong, but when he looked at the Uchiha family emblem behind Zhishui and took two pictures, he immediately discovered the difference between the two!

The Uchiha family emblem behind Shishui is a simple 'Poké Ball', and the 'Poké Ball' behind the far-away Uchiha has a dark shuriken pattern!

"That's a sign that only official members of the police force have." You Nvzhi gangster said.

Cold Wind nodded, but his scalp tightened immediately.

The decrease in the number of police patrols can only show one thing, that is, they are understaffed. What will cause the police force to be understaffed?

"Could it be... Mist Ninja invaded?"

Cold wind moved in his heart and turned to look at Zhishui.

Shishui's expression looks complicated, nervous, worried, afraid, anxious...

The cold wind patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, old thief Fujian..."

What will happen to him?

Must be dead.

The cold wind didn't know what to say for a while.

"Anyway, go to the task hall and hand in the task first. Maybe things are not as bad as I thought." Han Feng said.

Shishui nodded.

Kikuchi Shuichi next to him was a little excited. If the mist ninja really invaded, then the price of ninja tools in the village would go up again... Although thinking this way is a bit unfortunate for the village.

At the mission hall, Shuichi Kikuchi took the initiative to raise the mission level to B-level, and after paying the B-level commission money, he hurriedly said goodbye to Han Feng and others.

Then, Oil Girl Zhihei handed over the quest scroll, quest log, and the scroll in Hanfeng's hand that sealed the two Iwanin corpses, and then received one point of commission money, and all of them lived.

"Then let's take a day's rest, and gather here at seven o'clock the next morning! Shishui, if anything happens, please contact me."

Oil Girl Zhi Gang said, "Okay, disband!"

When the words fell, Zhishui couldn't wait to use the instant body technique to disappear.

But the cold wind stayed where it was.

The oil girl Zhihei looked at the cold wind.

Although You Nu Zhihei didn't speak, although he couldn't see his expression, and even though he couldn't understand his eyes, Han Feng still understood what he meant: Why don't you leave?

"Mr. Zhihei, that..." Han Feng rubbed his hands together.

Oil Girl Zhi Hei was stunned.

Seeing that he had forgotten, Han Feng shyly reminded him, "Perception ninjutsu..."

"Oh... almost forgot."

Oil Girl Zhihei nodded slightly and said, "I will let my shadow clone come to you at night."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhihei!"

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but then he remembered something.

He had agreed with Xiu Kikuchi before that when he returned to the village, he would buy a seal scroll with a larger 'storage' from him, but Xiu Kikuchi had already left, and Han Feng didn't know where to find him, so this matter In the end, we have to rely on our Zhihei teacher.

"Mr. Zhihei, sell me one of the seal scrolls, the bigger one!" Han Feng said.

The oil girl Zhihei quickly took it out from her arms, took out a scroll that was one palm long and short, and threw it to the cold wind: "One hundred thousand!"

"Ten...hehehe, owe, owe..."

The cold wind hurriedly put away the scroll, and when he fell ill, he turned around and ran out.

All the way back home, Han Feng washed his face first, it was still early, Hui Kezi was still working in the hospital, and the younger brother was also studying, so Han Feng went over the wall and went to find the two old men who were the only remaining fruits of the Moonlight Clan.

Moonlight Inoue is playing shogi at Moonlight Matsushita's house. It can be said that every opponent will meet a good talent. You take a step and I take a step.

When the cold wind came in, the two old men seemed to be tired of this endless shogi game, so they simply stopped making peace.

"The cold wind mission is back." Yueguang Matsushita saw the cold wind and said, "Is this time to inquire about your father's information?"

Han Feng coughed dryly: "Uh...hahaha, as expected of Mr. Matsushita, you found out!"

"You should see him soon."

Moonlight Panasonic sighed.

"My dad is coming back? Did something happen?" Han Feng's eyelids jumped.

"Hey!" Moonlight Panasonic sighed again, but didn't speak.

What Han Feng hates most is the person who keeps half of his words and deliberately interjects sighs in the middle... Although he is about to evolve into this virtue.

"Your father met Ye Cang as he wished!"

Fortunately, there is Yueguang Well, he is not like Yueguang Panasonic, he is not chasing and chirping like Yueguang Panasonic, and he will make a long story short, "The two fought for half an hour, your father lost and was seriously injured. After returning to the village this time, he may not be able to go to the front line again. already."

Seriously injured?

Can't go to battle?

Is it crippled?

The cold wind was tight in his heart, but then he was relieved.

It's good that people don't die!

Others, that's not a problem!

"When will my father be back?" Han Feng asked.

"The information came only the day before yesterday. According to their speed, it will take at least four or five days." Yueguang Inoue said.

Four or five days?

The cold wind frowned slightly. The day after tomorrow, he estimated that he would have another mission. When he came back, he was afraid that more than half a month had passed.

However, you can leave a shadow clone...

No, no, no, if the shadow clone makes the cheap dad angry...

Cold wind took a deep breath, shook his head to get rid of these messy thoughts, and then asked about the business.

"Two uncles, does our Moonlight Clan have a specific contract psychic beast?"

Moonlight Panasonic shook his head: "No, no, most of our Moonlight clan's ninjas focus on Konoha-ryu swordsmanship and have no time to find or cultivate psychic beasts. Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing." Han Feng felt a little regretful, and then asked, "Do the two uncles know about the grass pheasant sword?"

Yueguang Inoue and Yueguang Panasonic looked at each other and nodded.

"In fact, our Moonlight Clan has been tracking down the whereabouts of the Grass Pheasant Sword, but unfortunately, over the years, nothing has been gained." Moonlight Matsushita said regretfully.

Han Feng scratched his head: We Moonlight Clan, how come the more we look at it, the more like a dragon family, what do you want...

Hey, it's time to come up with the real tech!

Han Feng took out the seal scroll with a solemn expression.