One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

After sailing all night, the golden boat slowed down above the clouds at an altitude of 2000 meters.

Enelu sat cross-legged on the bow of the ark, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was searching for something with his mental net.

"Enilu, have you found anything?"

Iran Sheng's voice came from behind him, and his tone was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

"Not yet. Yes, there is. About 20 kilometers ahead, there is a fleet of more than 3000 ships 40 meters below the sea surface."

"Are you sure? Which undercurrent is it?" The Iranian Saint asked quickly after hearing this.

"Well, it's a very strong fleet. It's very similar to what you described." Enelu tried hard to recall the knowledge that the navigator gave him, and said in a deep voice.

"It should be the third undercurrent"

Enelu's uncertain tone was not very reliable, so he turned to look at the navigator standing beside him.

I saw the navigator holding a chart in his hand, and after checking it carefully, he said

"Master, the location described by Lord Enelu is indeed very similar to the third undercurrent."

"Well, let's keep up first."

The Iranian Saint nodded, took the chart from the navigator, looked at it carefully, and then said to the navigator

"Go and call Luffy."

"Yes." The navigator turned around and left quickly.

Soon he took Luffy and appeared in front of Iran Saint again.

I saw Luffy holding a large piece of barbecue in his hand and looking at the Iranian Saint with an unhappy look on his face and asked

"What's the matter, Iran Saint, I haven't eaten enough yet!"

"Representing the sack!" Iran Shengqu ignored him, but drank to himself, then pointed at the green sack and said cheerfully to Luffy.

"Come on, get in and take you to a fun place."

"No!" Looking at the green sack, Luffy quickly took two steps back and shook his head vigorously.

"Really not going?"

"I won't even die!"

Two minutes later, Iran Saint looked at the slightly twitching sack on his shoulder and said helplessly.

"Really, why don't you just sneak in and force me to convince others with physics?"

After that, he jumped off the golden boat and turned into a green light and flew in one direction.

3000 meters under the sea, a huge fleet of ships is sailing forward quietly on the undercurrent of the seabed.

On the deck of a large ship leading the fleet, a 666-meter-tall old man was sitting on a giant sofa with his eyes closed and meditating.

The old man's body was covered with needles, and the bottle hanging on the bracket was hanging behind the old man's head.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the old man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his old look disappeared. He raised his head and looked at the deep sea water with some doubts.

"We have guests here, dad."

The yellow-haired man walked behind the old man and said softly. As his words fell, figures gradually appeared on the originally empty deck.

Everyone raised their heads and looked out warily.

"Boom~"

Soon, a figure passed through the bubble membrane of the ship, carrying a green sack and walking straight towards the old man sitting on the sofa. A slight voice echoed on the silent deck.

It was difficult to see the face of the visitor in the dim water, and most of the crew silently placed their hands on the weapons at their waists.

"Puff~"

I saw the man walking up to the old man, casually throwing the sack on the deck, raising his head and saying with a smile

"Uncle Whitebeard! Long time no see!"

"Ku la la la, little Iran Saint, looks like he has grown a lot."

Whitebeard's unique laughter echoed on the silent deck, and the tense atmosphere on the deck suddenly disappeared, accompanied by a few screams

“It’s the bird-walking guy!!!”

"Huh? Who is the bird-walking guy?"

"You're new here, so you don't know. This bird-walking guy is a cruel person."

The Iranian Saint ignored the discussions about birds and kept to himself, manifesting a green sofa and sitting on it.

With his move, the deck returned to silence again. This was a silent declaration, silently telling everyone present!

He, Saint Constantine of Iran, now has the qualifications to be on an equal footing with the emperor who reigns over the sea, Edward Newgate!

"Boy, are you trying to stop me as a Celestial Dragon?"

The smile on the white beard's face gradually disappeared, and he stared at the Iranian Saint with solemn eyes and asked.

"No, no, no, uncle, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it." The Iranian Saint quickly waved his hands to deny, and then he said

"I'm here to give you a gift."

He said, pointing to the bulging sack.

"You seem to be a great person to be able to deliver it in person."

Whitebeard glanced at the sack from the corner of his eye and guessed casually.

"It's okay" Iran Saint shrugged his shoulders and continued:

"He's just the grandson of a naval hero, the son of the leader of the Revolutionary Army, the brother of your second division captain, and a young pirate working alone on the sea."

"Ku la la la, it seems like it's really a big gift, Margao! Bring me my wine!"

"Dad, you are so sorry~" Margao hesitated and turned around to leave. He said helplessly as he passed by the Iranian Saint.

"Brother, please help to persuade me. Dad won't listen to anything we say."

"Yeah, uncle, stop drinking. It's been less than ten years since I last saw you, and you're already relying on a bottle to support your life."

The Iranian Saint echoed Margao's words and looked at the bottle behind Whitebeard with a teasing look.

"Ku la la la, you kid who doesn't know how to drink won't understand."

Whitebeard said sarcastically, unwilling to be outdone. The two sat on the sofa and teased each other. They had not seen each other for nearly ten years, but they were not unfamiliar at all.

In the eyes of the Iranian saint, Whitebeard is a friend. After all, he once experienced the warmth of family from Whitebeard.

In Whitebeard's eyes, the Iranian Saint is probably his son.

Soon, Maldou returned to the deck with a huge wine bottle, and the conversation between Whitebeard and the Iranian Saint also turned to the main topic.

Margao personally filled up the Iranian Saint's wine glass. The Iranian Saint raised his glass and raised it to White Beard, and after drinking it in one gulp, he said

"Uncle, given your current physical condition, it's better not to go there."

"Huh, brat, even if I'm like this, dad, I can still punch you down with two punches!" Before Iran Sheng could finish his words, he was interrupted by Whitebeard.

"What about your sons?"

"Stop talking, dad, I will never give up on any of my sons!"

The white-bearded man raised his chin slightly and said proudly, then lowered his head slightly and looked down at the Iranian Saint and continued.

"It's you on the other hand. You shouldn't be going there too, right?"

"Of course I want to go." Iran Saint nodded casually and then said

"Uncle, you have carefully set up the stage. Of course I am going to join in the fun."

"Kula la la la, that's just right. Dad, I still have a lot of room in my big ship!"

"I won't take your boat, uncle!" Iran Saint raised his head and said seriously.

"I want to step on this stage in the most grand way with my identity!"

"Kula la la la~ You kid is really becoming more and more unpleasant!"

"Hahaha"

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