One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 271 Nicole Robin
"Oh, it's ridiculous. It seems that I think highly of you in the second team. You don't even have the confidence to admit your own strength!" Hearing Alan's words, Sand Crocodile's mouth was full of contempt, and his face was full of sarcasm. .

Such words may have a little effect for Sauron or Luffy, but for Alan, such meaningless words are not even worth making him use his brain to think about the meaning.

Directly into the left ear and out of the right ear.

He didn't take it to heart at all, and smiled back, "I'm not that kind of person."

There is something in the words, if you just listen to it on the surface, it means that Allen is very honest, saying that he is not the kind of person who has the strength to hide.

Another thing is that Allen said that the sand crocodile should not waste this kind of energy. He is not the kind of person who will expose all his hole cards with a single sarcasm.

"Really..." Sand Crocodile looked at Allen and said in a deep voice.

A breeze gradually hung up in the field, and the yellow sand that came from nowhere appeared along the breeze and appeared in Allen's knowledgeable domineering.

Then it changed from less to more, from the wind driving the sand to the sand carrying the wind.

The cheek of the person who shaved straight was sore, covering his sight.

For a while, the surrounding buildings could not be seen clearly in this small square.

Only the sky full of yellow sand filled the sight.

"Do you want to cover your sight? Crocodile." There was too much sand, and the eyes had lost their function at this time.

Allen simply closed his eyes.

On the one hand, it can protect the eyes, and on the other hand, it can also put all the attention on the knowledge-colored arrogance used to perceive the existence of the sand crocodile.

The body is even lowered to a limit, and the right hand that has never been let go rests on the shark's teeth at the waist.

Draw your sword and chop.

I heard that the lower the body is pressed down, the higher the damage will be. If you can dig a hole and bury yourself, you may be able to cut through the world. (Manual dog head)
Looking at the luminous spiritual body that has no movement after releasing a move that obscures the line of sight in a large area in the knowledge-colored domineering.

Allen was a little puzzled.

"What is the sand crocodile doing? Why hasn't it shot yet."

It was too late to say it, and when Allen was wondering, he heard the sound of a sand crocodile suddenly coming from the yellow sand.

"Desert King Kong Sword!"

Amidst Alan's arrogance and arrogance, he saw that with the sound of the sand crocodile, four crescent-shaped treasured knives made of sand rushed straight to Alan to chop.

Along the way, gold and iron were cut, and four ditches were plowed on the hard marble ground, heading straight for Allen.

The momentum is huge, but it is hidden in the howling wind.

Don't see, don't smell.

If someone else was here at this time, if his strength was a little weaker, he would probably die here.

But Allen was indeed present at this time.

Holding such a sharp weapon as knowledgeable and domineering, how can you be "invisible" like being blind?
"A tentative attack?" Looking at the desert diamond sword that was attacking him directly, Allen secretly had doubts in his heart.

Although this kind of attack is powerful and fast, and it is hidden in the yellow sand all over the sky, it seems that it can make people suffer.

But not all the sand crocodiles already knew that Allen would see the domineering things.

What effect can such an attack have other than being a little louder?
However, although Alan had such doubts in his mind, the attack was already close at hand. If he was hit by such an "obvious" move because of thinking about things, then Alan would really become a joke.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart for the time being, Allen found the right time.

Aiming at the gap between the four yellow sand swords, a lazy donkey rolled to avoid the attack.

Comparable to the martial arts magic skill of the lazy donkey rolling is the iron bridge.

Although a little unseemly.

But in the battle, where is there any scruples about being decent or not.

Although Alan is a decent person, in order to save energy, and Alan's posture just now is a little unique.

A little bit closer to the ground.

Allen also took advantage of the convenience and rolled over.

The sharp sword condensed from the yellow sand passed Alan with the sharpness of cutting through an extremely thick rock wall.

Directly submerged into the building behind him.

There was no obstacle at all, like a hot knife cutting butter, dividing the palace gate, which showed the majesty of the royal family, into four sections.

"It's over?!", Allen, who dodged the sand crocodile skill by rolling a lazy donkey, resumed his high-injury posture of drawing a knife.

Seeing the sand crocodile, who hadn't reacted after a blow in the yellow sand, was even more suspicious.

"What does this mean?" Allen couldn't help but wonder.

Allen always feels that the action of the sand crocodile is far from over. Whether it is the experience he has gained in life and death for a long time, or his innately sensitive intuition, the somewhat uneasy emotions in his heart are reminding Allen.

Any details were ignored by him.

"What the hell is it?" Allen maintained his posture, carefully paying attention to all the movements around him with a domineering look, and began to recall in his mind after meeting the sand crocodile.

All the movements, expressions, intonations of the sand crocodile, and the surrounding environment, the purpose of the sand crocodile, and its own purpose.

From small to large, it can be said that Lin Lin always considered more comprehensively.

But after some recollection, Allen didn't find anything wrong.

The urgency of the situation, the uneasiness in his heart, and the unbearable pain for ordinary people without the paralysis of alcohol in his body made Allen feel irritable.

"Damn it," Allen frowned, feeling more and more impatient.

"Calm down, don't be affected by your emotions..." With a long breath, Allen forced himself to suppress all the emotions in his heart.

In addition to feeling the arrogance of the outside world, his brain was completely empty.

Ease your emotions.

There is a child living in everyone's heart, the more anxious you are, the more trouble he will make with you.

At this time, you might as well calm down first.

Let the child settle down first.

After several consecutive huffs and puffs, Allen was sucked into his throat along with some fine sand.

This made me feel a lot calmer.

With the domineering color of knowledge turned to the maximum, he carefully scanned around him repeatedly, and began to think again in his mind.

This time, I didn't think about the expression of the sand crocodile.

On the contrary, he began to think differently, if Alan himself was placed in the position of the sand crocodile.

What can he do to get rid of an enemy like himself who is so knowledgeable and domineering that no attack can escape the enemy's eyes.

This time it was an open mind.

Get rid of the impractical, tool-less ones.

And what the sand crocodile didn't learn.

Allen finally got his own answer, and suddenly exclaimed "Not good!" in his heart.

(End of this chapter)