Pirates: I, who cultivated phantom beasts, made myself emperor

The old man originally wanted to stop the apprentice, but he thought that the way this man was about to leave just now didn't look fake, he shouldn't be a bad person, and he was confident enough in his own strength.

After a slight hesitation, he let the girl pass, but he was still very vigilant.

Klein ran over with a smile, extremely happy, his eyes turned into crescent moons, very sweet.

"Hold it securely, this Sword of Zhenhai is not light." Cheng Cheng reminded, handing the hilt to the little girl.

"What a domineering name, Zhenhaijian. It's so domineering."

Even though Klein was mentally prepared, after receiving the Zhenhai Sword, her expression changed. She touched the fracture with her white palm and said:

"But it's a pity. Why is it broken? It must be more handsome when it is intact, right?"

Cheng Cheng smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Cheng Cheng made no other movements, the old man gradually felt relieved and went to feel Cheng Cheng's aura carefully, but he still found that the other party was like an ordinary person and could not feel any powerful aura.

Klein wielded the Zhenhai Sword. The sword roared with overwhelming momentum, cutting off the dense rainwater.

Cheng Cheng was surprised that the little girl was only eleven or twelve years old, but she was actually a pretty talented swordsman.

Klein said excitedly: "Brother, since we are both swordsmen, why don't we compete with each other? Don't worry, we'll stop here and I won't hurt you."

"You are one of the few people who dare to challenge me."

Cheng Cheng chuckled. After the little girl's fuss, he felt less sleepy. He took the Zhenhai Sword and said, "I'll leave first if I have something else to do. We'll meet again after a long journey."

Klein quickly ran to Cheng Cheng, looking pitiful, and begged: "Brother, please, I have been practicing swordsmanship for so many years, and apart from fighting Ergou in the village, I have never sparred with other swordsmen. You can do it." Just promise me."

Cheng Cheng looked helpless. He had too many skills at his disposal now, and he might not be able to control any of the powers. He might hurt the little girl if he wasn't careful.

The old man's old and steady voice, even in the heavy rain, was extremely penetrating, saying: "Little brothers, there is no need to worry too much, we are destined to meet each other, why not give some tips to the bad guys.

I am a scoundrel who relies on some talent but is usually too lazy to practice swordsmanship. It takes an outsider to let her know what it means to have someone outside the world and a heaven outside the world. "

Cheng Cheng said: "Your apprentice's talent in swordsmanship can be said to be extraordinary. His affinity for swordsmanship is second only to my own. Within ten years, he will definitely have a place among the great swordsmen in the world."

"Oh?"

The old man's expression changed and he took a few steps forward. He knew about Klein's talent in swordsmanship. It would be an understatement to say that it was unprecedented. What he just said was just modest and polite, but he didn't expect that he looked less than 20 years old. The young man spoke so arrogantly.

The old man who had always been calm and indifferent suddenly felt a sense of comparison. He looked at his apprentice and said with a smile:

"Klein, didn't you say you learned how to slash with sword energy? Let this little brother give you some pointers."

He looked at Cheng Cheng with a smile. This sword energy slash was the product of a certain level of sword energy, speed, and strength, all of which were indispensable.

Some low-level swordsmen will not be able to comprehend this realm throughout their lives, and whether they can strike with sword energy is the watershed that determines the strength of a swordsman.

Cheng Cheng hesitated for a while and said, "That's okay, then I'll take a look."

When Klein saw Cheng Cheng speaking in an understatement, he thought it was because he didn't believe her, so he became serious for a rare moment.

clang!

The azure blue sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath and let out a burst of sword sounds. Crane bent his knees and lifted the sword upside down. The sword was engraved with delicate patterns, like rolling waves, and the sword buzzed.

The sound of the sword seemed to echo with the sudden rain between heaven and earth, blending into one. She suppressed the blush on her immature face, gave a soft drink, and ran forward.

"Cut off the water!"

With a soft shout, Klein's footsteps stepped heavily on the rain as he ran, splashing water, and a blue light glowed on the sword.

The long sword was lifted up, and azure light quickly poured out from the tip of the sword, forming a crescent of sword energy and flying into the rain in the distance.

The blue crescent sword energy instantly separated the dense rain curtain, leaving a blue stream of light in the sky. Wherever it passed, the rain seemed to have stopped flowing, and it was powerful.

"That's right, that's right. The sword energy is strong and it deserves to be majestic."

The old man smiled and nodded repeatedly, looked at Cheng Cheng and said, "Little brother, what do you think?"

Cheng Cheng nodded and said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to achieve this level at this age."

Seeing the old man's smiling eyes, he sighed in his heart, knowing that it would be impossible if he didn't come up with something real. Besides, he really liked this little girl. The moment he was about to fall asleep, he really thought it was Tuanzi talking. .

"Old man, you are right. Meeting is fate. Little girl, I see that you are very close to water, so I will teach you a set of water breathing techniques."

Cheng Cheng looked at Klein and said, "If my guess is correct, this is probably the reason why your master has to take you up the mountain to practice swordsmanship on rainy days."

Klein looked at his master in confusion. The old man smiled and nodded, looking at Cheng Cheng with something strange.

"Little brother, you are right. You are indeed a master of swordsmanship. There are only a handful of people in this world who can see these things at a glance."

"Little girl, watch carefully!"

After Cheng Cheng finished speaking, he took a deep breath. His whole body was instantly filled with water vapor, and the rainwater from the entire mountaintop was gathering around him, forming a huge waterspout above his head.

In the hazy blue water, Cheng Cheng exuded a powerful aura that covered the world. At this moment, he seemed to be the spiritual master of water, commanding all water sources in the world.

The whirlpool above the head grew bigger and bigger, rising straight into the sky from the top of the mountain, like a column of water reaching the sky. It was so powerful that the whistling sound overwhelmed the sky and the showers. It resounded throughout the sky and the earth, shocking people's hearts.

Klein stared blankly at the waterspout, which she couldn't see to the end. She didn't know how powerful it was, but she just thought it was beautiful and spectacular.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Cheng Cheng seriously. This person who can wield such power at will is definitely not an unknown person.

Cheng Cheng was dressed in rags, almost like a beggar, but if you look closely, you can see that his skin is white and tender, with a faint jade glow. After ignoring the dirt on his face, his facial features are even more handsome.

He also has a Broken Sword Zhenhai Sword in his hand. At this time, his momentum is overwhelming, like the God of War descending. He cannot be a beggar at all.

"Zhenhai Sword, Zhenhai Sword."

The old man recited the name of the sword a few words, and the more he thought about it, the more familiar it became. Seeing that Cheng Cheng's gray hair was gradually washed away by the rain and turned into a pure white, he suddenly widened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It turns out to be you! Garp's grandson!"