Godly Empress Doctor - Chapter 4195 - : Not a Family Member (1)

As the son of the second generation Hokage Senju Tobirama, and Uchiha Izuna, Haru suddenly had countless complaints in his heart.

However, it seemed like there wasn’t much of a problem

Because Ninja World’s strongest connections had been born!

The first generation Hokage, who has the title of God Ninja World, is my uncle!

The super boss behind the scenes, Uchiha Madara, is my uncle!

Princess Tsunade, you have to call me uncle.

Alas, this damn seniority!

As for me, Senju-Uchiha Haru, I could have been a dandy in Konoha, but in the end, I was forced to unify Ninja World. What should I do?

Fortunately, there were golden fingers…

Lin Yi unexpectedly traversed to the Cultivation World, becoming an Outer Sect Spirit Farmer of the Liu Yun Sect.

In this brutal world of cultivation, he decided to keep a low profile and grow, only to consequently awaken a titles system!

“The host is careful and discreet, not drawing attention, obtaining the title of [Survivor].”

“The host diligently looks after the Spiritual Field, obtaining the title of [Little Farmer].”

“The host practices the cultivation technique daily, with commendable perseverance, obtaining the title [Newbie].”

He realized that these titles had different magic effects, so he slowly became a big shot in the cultivation world, one step at a time!

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Chen Che traveled through the strange world of immortality with an overload plug-in.

Every time he enters the overload state, his body will experience some discomfort.

The training speed of the exercises has been improved, and the weak cough.

The speed of boxing comprehension increased, and the arm was red and swollen.

The speed of supernatural power cultivation has increased, and the headache is splitting.

…

Chen Che, who was suffering from an external illness, chose to practice in a low-key manner.

It was not until the first year of Daozong that the new emperor ascended the throne and began to rectify the dynastic order, killing traitors…

Then something unexpected happened!

What?

The father I never met turned out to be a big traitor?

It also affects me to be exterminated by the nine clans?

never mind! Stop pretending!

I see who can kill me!

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