Chapter 385 Can You Please Stop Calling Me Dad?

"Jilu..." Sarutobi Asuma said anxiously: "Now is not the time to worry about the secrets of the Fire Temple. This is about the safety of the entire temple."

"Don't forget, who is this person in front of you..."

Having said this, Sarutobi Asuma stared straight at Jilu.

"Hmph, Sarutobi Asuma, I misjudged you." Jilu snatched the scroll back from Asuma's hand.

"This talent from the Immortal Clan has been something our Fire Temple has inherited for a long time. No one has said it can be repaired for tens or even hundreds of years. Now you are talking about it being able to be repaired. How much time will it take?"

"Is it one day, ten days, or a hundred days?"

Facing the slightly hysterical Di Lu, Qin Yu touched the tip of his nose helplessly and said, "Can you give me a song?"

The small sound made Jilu and Sarutobi Asuma stunned in place.

In their eyes, it takes a certain amount of time to learn a ninjutsu, no matter how talented you are.

Especially the incomplete version of the secret technique like the talent of the immortal clan is no exception.

However, the answer Qin Yu gave now was too surprising.

This kind of random talk makes people even more suspicious.

"How about you want mine?" A monk suddenly took out a brand new scroll and handed it to Qin Yu.

"No, you want mine. I will return to secular life later, but I don't want to die..."

"We don't want to die, you want ours!"

"You want it!"

The sudden and urgent calls sounded one after another like a wave.

Looking at the scrolls that the monks took out one by one, Jilu and Sarutobi Asuma were a little bit out of breath.

"You...what do you have in your hands?" Di Lu couldn't help but ask.

He casually grabbed the brand new scroll from one of them, and when he saw the contents clearly, his face was full of shock.

"This... what is going on? Isn't there only one scroll that has been passed down for hundreds of years among the immortals? I spent a lot of effort and relied on my talent to get it back..." Di Lu couldn't help but said urgently.

However, looking at those scrolls that were all exactly the same, I just couldn't react.

"Di Lu, didn't the host master tell you? Originally there was only one, but everyone has a copy..." An older monk couldn't help but said weakly: "The host master said that people come every day Please take a look and I will print it out in large quantities to avoid the trouble."

"Most of the warehouses over there are piled up. Now the admissions in the temple are all with the slogan that if you enter the temple, you can receive a volume of secret skills. It's just that you have been practicing with the door closed and don't care about these common things, so you don't Know."

"I still have three volumes here. If you really don't want to do anything to the Fire Temple, you can take these as you please!"

As he spoke, the old monk randomly took out three scrolls, which were still stained with some old oil.

It looked a bit like cabbage on the street.

Looking at the secret inheritance that he regarded as a century-old treasure of the Fire Temple just a moment ago, everyone now has a copy.

Di Lu's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, as if he had been slapped twice in the face. He looked at the monks with eager faces, eager to put the scroll into Qin Yu's hands.

Di Lu's expression darkened and he said angrily: "Okay, very good, so what if you get this scroll."

"I'll give you one day to see what ability you have and how you can restore the talent of the Immortal Clan!"

"If you can restore the immortal talent in one day, what if I call you dad?"

Speaking of this, Jilu stared directly at Uchiha Qinyu.

As the most talented genius in the history of Fire Temple, he clearly knows how much effort it has taken him to reach this point.

He was eager to use this opportunity to take back the humiliation he had suffered just now.

Looking at Di Lu with a serious look on his face, Qin Yu rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "I don't have a shabby-looking son like you... But I don't need it for one day, just one song is enough!"

you!

Dilu suddenly became angry.

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Qin Yu casually taking the scroll from someone's hand and looking through it casually.

That one-eye-like gesture brought an inexplicable smile to Di Lu's face.

He didn't believe that he could learn the talents of the Immortals from the Fire Temple through this method of enlightenment.

Qin Yu didn't take Di Lu's stomach full of bad news seriously.

He has a one-click max-level system, and it only takes a moment to learn the talents of the immortal clan.

However, for the next plan, Qin Yu needs to confirm one thing in advance.

One-click max-level system, whether it is possible to max-level things with defects.

"Dingdang, congratulations to the host for acquiring the talent of the Immortal Clan. Do you choose to reach full level immediately with one click?"

An ethereal voice sounded in Qin Yu's mind.

Qin Yu didn't hesitate at all. After taking a deep breath, he immediately issued the order as soon as his thoughts came to him.

"Maximum level immediately with one click!"

"Dingdang...Host, please wait!"

"Dingdang, congratulations to the host, the Immortal Clan's talent has reached full level with just one click!"

The ethereal voice sounded again.

Before Qin Yu could react, a warm current emerged in his mind.

A large amount of complicated and unclear information about the talents of the immortal clan was poured into Qin Yu's mind. The amount of information was so large that Qin Yu couldn't help but open his eyes when his expression changed slightly.

A smile appeared in the depths of his pupils.

His guess was indeed correct. With the one-click max-level system, even defective items can be made up for at full level.

Looking at the startled Qin Yu, Dilu couldn't hold his breath and said, "What's wrong? Is your song scheduled for one day or ten days? Do you need me to prepare a private room for you?"

"Still you don't understand?"

Faced with this aggressive situation, it was a land that was constantly provoking on the verge of death.

Sarutobi Asuma said anxiously, with a look on his face that he was about to speak but he was quickly stopped by Qin Yu's hand.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him." Qin Yu patted Asuma Sarutobi on the shoulder and said, "Just, can you stop calling me daddy?"

"You look really shabby... I don't want people to say that I gave birth to a stupid son like you because of abortion..."

The low voice rang out, causing many monks in the room to hold back their laughter.

Dilu almost broke his teeth after witnessing this scene.

Just when he was about to get angry and fight back.

The next moment, Qin Yu moved.

The incomparably familiar movements, the slow and slow transformation of the seals, are as accurate as the branding.

There was a hint of textbook-like flavor in Dilu's eyes.

Before he could react, there was a loud sound of chanting Sanskrit music, like gods and Buddhas descending from the sky.

Endless golden light rose into the sky, and a huge body, as dazzling as a small sun, bloomed directly.