One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

The Iranian saint once heard this sentence in his previous life

In the OP world, the coldest navy eats the hottest fruit, the gentlest man eats the coldest fruit, and the most stupid boy eats the strongest fruit.

At this moment, Iran Saint stood in front of this 2b boy, his eyes full of speechlessness.

The 2b boy was lying on the ground, twitching all over and foaming at the mouth. Wisps of green smoke floated up, exuding the fragrance of barbecue.

Aniru has been practicing on the island for more than a month. Compared with the time when Leili was irresponsible to the Iranian saint,

Iran Saint, who has become a teacher for the first time, is really fulfilling his duties as a teacher.

Eniru believed too much in the power of the fruit, and the Iranian Saint took the trouble to warn him of the importance of physical skills.

He even patiently told him a short story. Well, a short story about a blue beast from Konoha defying heaven and defeating immortals in a mortal body.

From then on, Eniro, a 2B boy, seemed to have opened the door to a new world, dedicated to combining fruit abilities with physical skills.

"Hey! You're not dead, are you?"

Iran Saint thought helplessly as he walked over and kicked Enilu twice.

"Yeah, haha, cough, it's very good, it's better than ever before."

"I said, you, a user with the thunder fruit ability, are stunned every day. Is this really good? You can master physical skills and use the fruit as a auxiliary. What's wrong with that?"

There is actually nothing wrong with what Iran Saint said. Most of the natural ability users on the sea practice physical skills just to improve their shortcomings.

There are very few moves that combine true abilities with physical skills, and no ability user would spend a lot of effort to develop them specifically.

"Yeah haha"

The Iranian Saint's earnest persuasion actually aroused his laughter, and he said firmly in a weak voice.

"Only mortals make choices. As a god, of course you want them all!"

"Alas~" Iran Saint sighed deeply and held his forehead with his hands. He finally understood why Enilu was still called a boy despite his age.

Maybe the never-extinguishing fire of middle school is the secret to his eternal youth.

"Okay, I'll bring you some more medicine next time you come. Be careful and don't kill yourself."

The Iranian Saint gave instructions and turned into a green light and flew into the air.

What a pity, the Iranian saint flying in mid-air thought so.

Based on Eniro's various performances, he probably doesn't have the potential for domineering domineering.

Compared with the overlord-colored and domineering possessors that Iran Saint has seen, Anilu lacks a feeling.

The domineering and domineering awakened people may have different personalities and different ideals, but they all have firm beliefs and they all know what they want and what they want to do.

To put it bluntly, they are a group of "smart people" who live a very transparent life, while Enel is more like a technical nerd living in his own spiritual world.

It is difficult for a person who does not recognize himself clearly to awaken his overlord color.

After thinking about it, he flew back to the palace of the Daughter Kingdom, sat in front of the table and wrote something on a piece of parchment.

"Hancock, send someone to deliver this to the Dragoons."

"that is good."

"Really, are you sure that their full name is the Knight Guards of the Celestial Dragon Lord Iran? Why do I feel like they hacked the Celestial Dragon Knights to death?"

He complained casually as he handed the parchment to Hancock. As everyone knows, this is already very close to the truth.

"Oh, how could it be possible?" Hancock took the parchment and said with a smile.

"Don't look at them like this, in fact, in their hearts, the Holy Master of Iran is in a very important position~"

After that, he walked out of the room with the parchment, returned to his bedroom, copied the parchment again, called the palace guard, and after a few words, asked her to send the parchment out.

Just one street away from the Imperial Palace of the Daughter Kingdom is the headquarters of the Dragon Riders.

Under the management of this group of female warriors, this large-scale building was erected in just a few months.

On the spacious school grounds, hundreds of female warriors practiced here, and Sandasonia, the royal sister, personally taught them physical skills here.

In the corner of the school grounds, there are huge whetstones. Whenever ladies are tired from practicing, they like to come here to sharpen their arrows or sharp blades and cultivate their sentiments.

Put the polished knife in the sun and look at the beautiful white light shining on the blade. If there is still enough snake venom on hand to temper the blade with fresh venom, then for these simple female warriors, it is The happiest thing of the day.

At the edge of the school grounds, there is a notice wall ten meters long and three meters wide, with lists similar to reward orders posted on it.

Today's Dragoons exist in the form of a labor union, accepting entrustment from the people to maintain capital turnover, and their business scope is also extremely wide.

Tasks of all levels can be found on the bulletin wall, ranging from cleaning up various dangerous beasts to killing dragons.

Because of their strong business capabilities and good service attitude, today's Dragon Riders are deeply loved by the residents of the Daughter Country.

After all, aside from their identities as female warriors, female killers, and female butchers, they are essentially just a group of simple, kind, and lovely girls.

But beautiful things are always not favored by God, just like now

A palace guard held a roll of parchment in his hand and walked into the school grounds arrogantly, with an arrogant look on his face.

"This is the palace guard?! Why are they here!"

"Damn it, the Celestial Dragon's dog"

"Don't be impulsive! For Lady She Ji, we must be patient!"

The palace guard ignored the noisy sounds in the school grounds, walked straight to the bulletin wall, pulled out an arrow from the quiver behind him, and nailed the parchment in his hand to the bulletin wall.

After doing all this, he raised his chin and looked at the people on the school field with his nostrils, and said sarcastically

"You bastards, use your lives to please the Holy Dragon Lord Iran! Hahahahaha"

After that, he laughed wildly, and walked out with figure-stepping steps under the angry eyes of the female warriors on the school field.

After the palace guards left, the female warriors surrounded the notice wall with cheers. They wanted to know what other ways the evil Tianlong people had come up with to play with them.

I saw this written on the parchment

“Game of Death, Survival on Ruth Kaina Island!

20 people are selected every week and sent to Ruth Kaina Island by the Holy Master of Iran himself.

If you eliminate other contestants within 7 days on the island, you will be deemed to have won the game and become the winner.

On the contrary, if after the 7-day time limit expires and there are more than 2 people with the ability to move, the game will be deemed to have failed and all will be eliminated.

As for the method of elimination, I don’t need to say more, hahaha.

Be afraid! Tremble! Please me with your blood and cries!

Of course, I am not unreasonable. I will reward the winner of the game with a Superman Devil Fruit.

Like the Hancock kind, how about that? Are you looking forward to it? Hey hey hey

Oh, by the way, one more thing, I still have plenty of fruit in hand, so everyone of you has a chance to participate, and no one can run away! Hahaha"

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