One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Early the next morning, after the Iranian Saint had breakfast, he hurriedly came to the practice room alone.

After carefully studying the Tucao body surgery, I stood in front of the sandbag with my last hope for the Tucao system.

After brewing his emotions, Iran Shengza stood up, turned his waist and hips, circulated his strength, and shouted loudly:

"Explode! Reality. Crush! Spirit. Exile the world, the Evil King's True Eye!"

As he spoke, his momentum reached its peak, and he suddenly punched out.

The surging fist power is mixed with dazzling green light, like an iron fist swinging at a love rival!

"Bang!~" The violent attack was accompanied by fierce sounds and the collision of fists and sandbags! The turbulent waves ruffled the Iranian saint's blond hair.

This punch is really terrifying!

He looked at everything in front of him quietly, confirming what he thought about the Holy Iran in his heart. There was no joy or sorrow on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Kneel down on the ground, assume the posture of "O", and murmur in his mouth

"I'm so stupid, really. I knew this was going to happen, and sure enough."

After saying these words, the Iranian saint shed tears and his voice sobbed.

I just feel that the energy in my chest is stuck in my throat, I can't spit it out and I'm not happy, I look up to the sky and scream.

"Fuck you, you want to kill me, right? Come on! Kill me! God, kill me! Whoever is a coward will be your grandson."

Tedalaf, the loyal dog guarding the door of the training room, heard the voice of "Kill me, kill me, kill me" coming from the training room, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

The middle-aged man's resolute face was rarely filled with sadness at this time, and he said to himself

"Sir, have you seen it? The young master has inherited the will of the Constantine family and has become an excellent head of the Constantine family."

After saying that, he rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands, trying to wipe away the tears that he didn't know existed in the corners of his eyes.

"Tedalaf, come in!" Saint Iran's cry came from the training room.

"Okay." Tedalaf turned and walked into the training room.

"Tedalaf, I want to become stronger." The Iranian Saint said in the training room.

"Well~ Then Master, you need to tap into the human body's potential first." Tedalaf thought for a moment and said.

Tedalaf was not surprised at all that Iran Saint wanted to become stronger. After all, it has always been a fine tradition of the Constantine family to use the strongest body to make the biggest death.

"Tapping into the human body's potential?"

"That's right, Master. Everyone has huge potential in their body. As long as they can tap out part of their potential, they can be called strong."

"Each person has different levels of difficulty in tapping their potential. Some people find it difficult to tap into their potential no matter how hard they tap. Others can always tap into their physical potential with ease."

"Of course, no matter what it is, your own efforts are essential."

"Master, you don't have to worry about these problems. Members of the Constantine family of all generations can easily tap into their physical potential, and have recovery capabilities that are countless times beyond ordinary people."

"Is it a talent for seeking death passed down through the blood?" Ding, complaining energy 30

Iran Saint complained, referring to his own memory.

"It is indeed the blessing brought by the noble bloodline. Whenever I miss the majestic figure of my old master, I will sigh at the power of the divine bloodline."

The Iranian Saint glanced at the licking dog with disgust.

"Go and call Hancock and the other three."

"Hancock?"

"It's the three little slaves from yesterday."

"What an honor to have my name remembered by my master."

"Go away."

"okay."

Soon, Tedalaff brought the three Hancock sisters to the training room.

After driving away Tedaraf, the Iranian saint spoke

"From now on, you will practice here during the day, and Hancock will have a spar with me every night."

Speaking of this, Saint Iran winked at Hancock and said in his voice

"Besides, the bet between Hancock and the Lun family has always existed, ua~"

How shameless this was. Hancock couldn't help but start thinking about this issue as he trembled all over.

So awesome, is this a Tianlong? Damn, he's obviously just a kid who's not as tall as he is, but he can do this.

After speaking, Saint Iran ignored Hancock's resentful eyes and started his own practice.

Well, let's do 500 push-ups first. If you can't do it, you'll be punished with 500 squats. If you can't do it, you'll be punished with 500 frog jumps.

Iran Sheng also wanted to find someone to supervise his practice and not to be lazy.

But if the Iranian Saint is really unwilling, there are not many people in the whole of Mariejoia who dare to force him to practice.

Who are you looking for? Five old stars?

The duel agreement with Hancock was also to prevent himself from slacking off, yes. if not? Is it possible that the 11-year-old Iranian saint still has any indescribable thoughts?

So don't blame the Tianlong people for having countless resources but few strong people.

It’s really difficult for Tianlong people to practice cultivation~

Happy time always passes quickly. In the evening, Iran Saint, who had been practicing for a day, ate three times the usual amount of food in the blink of an eye.

After eating and drinking, Iran Saint lay on a massage table.

There were 7 or 8 young ladies around who were busy applying various medicines to Iran Saint's body.

And assists with massage to promote the body's absorption of precious medicines.

Two hours later, Iran Saint, who had enjoyed a full-body massage, felt no trace of fatigue in his body and walked to the practice room with his head held high.

There's one last thing he hasn't done yet

This man still has to fulfill the agreement between strong men

Well, at least that’s what Iran Saint thinks.

Soon, Iran Saint and Hancock stood facing each other in the middle of the ring.

Hancock bit his lower lip and stared at Iran Saint, but Iran Saint had a relaxed and wanton smile on his face, and he made a judgment with high aura!

But what do they think?

Hancock Emma, ​​this weakling is indeed a pervert, why is the beating not enough? Do you want to hold back, but I am a warrior of Nine Snakes. But if he is beaten to death, everyone will die. Pills Pills Pills x99

Holy Iranians, tremble, mortals, the holy Iranians of today are no longer the rookies of yesterday. Stupid Hancock, hate! Hate it! Run away, run away, and live quietly, hahaha

However, although Saint Iran was very relaxed, his face did not show any carelessness. After all, a lion fights a rabbit.

The moment the discussion began, Iran Sheng decided to strike first!

He exerted force on his feet, arched his spine slightly, and punched Hancock with a shining green light. At the same time as you move, drink it in your mouth

"How many floors does a bag of rice carry!"

Hancock dodged the blow by turning sideways, then slightly adjusted his center of gravity and kicked out a whip kick.

Faced with such a powerful and heavy kick, Iran Saint retreated and stretched out his left arm to block.

The moment he blocked it with his arm, he used the force to turn around, leap high and punch! Talking in the mouth

“A bag of rice needs to be carried”

Hancock fired a volley and hit Iran Saint in the chest with a beautiful backspin kick, kicking the remaining words back into his stomach.

Our Iranian Saint flew out of the ring and landed in a standard flat sand falling goose style.

Unfortunately, in the second strong match against Hancock, our Iranian Saint player

Lose!

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