Chapter 120

"I am Uchiha Madara!"

Uchiha Makoto pretended to be surprised at first, then looked disgusted, "Come on, you can fool those two idiots outside, but Uchiha Madara is my great grandfather, he's dead! He was stabbed by the Thousand Hands!"

"There are only you and me here, you know who I am, so you took out the tablets of me and Izuna, revealed your identity, and called yourself a junior instead of Uchiha."

How could Uchiha Madara, who has lived for so long, not fail to see his little tricks, but he acquiesced!

Uchiha Makoto didn't expect Madara to be so tough, and directly exposed him, doesn't he have any face!

Just!

Throw!

Kneeling on the ground, crawling on the ground with his arms!

"Uncle, please accept my junior's greetings!"

Uchiha Madara's eyelids jumped, and he began to doubt whether this was their Uchiha.

"Get up!"

"Okay!" Uchiha Makoto jumped up from the ground, his face full of smiles, "Uncle, shall I rub your shoulders or your back? I am a filial and good child. From the first time I saw you, I felt like I saw my father, with absolute blood suppression!"

Uchiha Makoto's facial expression changes as fast as turning a book, without any buffer!

"You use a knife? Few ninjas now use such an ancient method."

Uchiha Madara saw two strange long swords behind Uchiha Makoto.

"Alas, there is no way. I was thrown into the battlefield as a scapegoat when I was six years old. I didn't even go to ninja school. At that time, I didn't know anything except the fire escape my father taught me. At that time, my chakra was limited, and I couldn't spit fire everywhere. I still had to rely on the most primitive way to save my life!"

In terms of pretending to be pitiful, Uchiha Makoto grasped the expression and tone very well. He knew that Madara was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and he was delicate. Even if the entire Uchiha betrayed him, he didn't massacre him.

Uchiha Madara was so angry that he was about to explode. No matter whether it was Konoha or Uchiha, this was to exterminate their family, and their family's wealth was not in the hands of the younger generation!

"But later I stole corpses on the battlefield to make money, and my life got better after I returned home. This time the village gave me more than a dozen tasks, and there were three S-level ones. They really recognized my strength!"

Uchiha Zhen's tone was a little sarcastic.

Even if he didn't go out for many years, he knew how chaotic it was outside. Letting Izuna's descendants to perform such a dangerous mission, Uchiha actually acquiesced, they deserved to die!

Now Uchiha Zhen changed his mind. He wanted Madara to teach him to practice. Although Orochimaru taught him occasionally, the teachings of the Shura of the Ninja World, even if he gave him two words of advice, would be useful for life.

Whether it was combat experience or the use of the Sharingan, it was better than him and Orochimaru thinking about it in the laboratory!

Uchiha Fugaku said he supported everything, but he never gave him anything serious. Even the use of the two Sharingan books was not as thorough as Orochimaru's research!

"You don't have the resources to practice." Uchiha Madara was already certain that Izuna's bloodline had no resources to practice. Except for the fire escape that everyone in Uchiha could use, there was not even a person to guide him.

After he left, did those idiots occupy all the resources of his family?

"Although my ancestors were awesome, there was nothing I could use. I could only slowly experiment on the battlefield to figure out how to strike!"

"And the village, you may not know if you are not in the village, it's so wicked, the apprentices of the second generation Hokage wanted to kill me! If it weren't for my wit, my grave would have been overgrown with grass. Hey, uncle, do you know where my great-grandfather's grave is?"

Uchiha Makoto portrayed himself as a suppressed genius male protagonist, but he was serious about thinking about Izuna's grave and never forgot it for a moment.

Although Uchiha Madara was angry, he knew that what he said was true, but he said it deliberately for him.

"Let me see your strength."

In the illusion, Uchiha Makoto and Uchiha Madara started fighting.

Strong!

This was his evaluation of Madara.

The two newly made Burmese swords seemed alive in his hands, but they were still fought by Madara in rhythm.

This made him distressed.

"**, fairy technique·high corruption continuous bomb!"

Uchiha Makoto shouted, and countless small balls with smells hit Madara's position. Even in the illusion, the things used still had the power they should have.

Suddenly, Uchiha Madara's face was extremely ugly.

The appearance of this smell in his own illusion almost broke his defense.

"You are very good! You have good swordsmanship and are quite clever!"

"I can't help it. I am trying to save my life. If I don't have absolute strength, I will be a fool!"

Uchiha Madara had to admit that when he was fighting with him, it seemed like he had gone back many years. Izuna's sword was also flawless.

It's just that Uchiha Makoto's sword is even more weird.

In addition, some of hisEven more despicable than that bastard Tobirama Senju, it is no fluke that he survived on the battlefield.

"Is your Sharingan just for show? Leave it if you don't need it."

There is a serious gap between his Sharingan and the sword, and they have not been fused together. Even so, it is difficult to find flaws in his swordsmanship. He is worthy of being the descendant of Izuna.

Uchiha Makoto did not want the Sharingan to be integrated into every movement of his body, but he had his own concerns. He was afraid that his body would become a shackle to restrict the growth of his eyes.

At the same time, he also wanted to suppress this situation to prevent the nerves from not being able to support the opening of the Mangekyo because the foundation was not well nurtured in the early stage, resulting in diseases.

"Uncle, I want to ask, will using the Sharingan like this burden my body? I am afraid of death!"

Uchiha Makoto asked while blocking Madara's attack. After all, he is the one who knows the Sharingan best.

"This is just an illusion!"

Uchiha Madara reminded, there is nothing to be afraid of in an illusion!

When did he, Uchiha, fear death!

After walking out of the illusion, Uchiha Makoto sat cross-legged on the spot, restoring his chakra while reviewing his combat experience.

At the same time, the life gate in the Eight Gates of Dunjia loosened, and the chakra irrigated each acupuncture point as it flowed through the body.

The magic of the human body structure lies here, and it requires constant exploration to discover the mystery.

He needs chakra to nourish the nerves and muscles around the eyes.

Although I don’t know if other Uchiha have done this, from his understanding, it is absolutely right to do so.

Excessive use of the Mangekyō will cause blindness, or it can be said to be high myopia. If the complications caused by high myopia are further diseased, then life will not last long.

He is a person who wants to live to the end of time, how can he allow himself to get sick.

Although the first generation of cell combination can avoid it, it can also solve the disadvantage of him not having brothers.

But he resisted!

It’s like replacing his organ that symbolizes his manhood with someone else’s, and then having a child with his wife, and you don’t know whether this child is your own or someone else’s.

Disgusting!

Uchiha Madara was very dissatisfied with Zetsu, who did not even notice Uchiha Makoto and the others coming here at the beginning.

"Zetsu, you disappoint me!"

Black Zetsu felt that Uchiha Makoto had caused some obstacles to his thousand-year life-saving plan, and advised: "Lord Madara, they are too cunning, for your great cause, it is better to destroy them!"