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

The next morning, the seaside in the distance had just turned white.

Cheng Cheng first ran along the beach to stretch his muscles and try to regain his strength.

Then, wearing a Prajna mask, I went to take a look at the generals of the Revolutionary Army, and found that most of them were already on track with their full concentration breathing.

Although they haven't learned it yet, they already know the method, and it's only a matter of time before they learn it.

As for who can evolve other breathing methods from water breathing, it is not something Cheng Cheng needs to worry about. No matter which world he is in, there is no shortage of geniuses to do these things that open up the path to martial arts.

Cheng Cheng, who had only been running for half an hour, was already sweating profusely. His clothes were soaked with sweat. His chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily.

Cheng Cheng walked towards the base for a while and then felt his breathing slowly calm down.

It seems that this Kaitian Yijian will be rare in the future!

I didn't expect the sequelae to be so serious. Even if my current strength is not enough to kill the admiral, I can at least remain undefeated.

I didn’t expect that even with such strength, it would still be so difficult to use the Sky-Opening Sword.

Cheng Cheng could feel that his body was extremely weak now, and even eating fairy beans would have little effect.He knew that he would not be able to regain his original fighting strength in the short term.

But he didn't care. As long as he kept a low profile during this period, there would still be a way to escape even if he encountered an enemy he couldn't defeat.

When he walked slowly to the foot of the sycamore tree, he took off the Prajna mask.

He saw Tuanzi waiting there holding the Dragon Slayer Sword. The blade of the Dragon Slayer Sword was blue and slender, and its length was about the same as Tuanzi's current height.

Under the tall sycamore tree, a cool breeze blew by, and a sycamore leaf swirled and fell down, green and green.

The two people, one large and one small, who have not yet become masters and disciples, sit under the sycamore tree, one speaking and the other listening.

The speaker looked calm and spoke slowly.

Those who listen are distracted and energetic.

Time passed quickly, and the sun moved from the sea level in the east to directly above the sycamore trees.

It seemed that he had been talking for too long, and Cheng Cheng's face became paler, but his expression was very happy. Tuanzi's understanding was simply too high.

He couldn't help but guess that Zoro in his youth was probably at this level.

Then he shook his head and denied the idea. Zoro's swordsmanship and Dango's swordsmanship were destined to be different.

Sauron valued perseverance over talent.

Tuanzi is entirely dependent on the ancestor's reward.

Cheng Cheng didn't even teach Tuanzi how to hold the knife, but Tuanzi already held it so naturally, and it was the most standard posture.

After teaching everything that should be taught, Cheng Cheng turned around and left here.

He arrived at the gate of the base. Everyone in the base was already used to this man wearing a Prajna mask, and no one stopped him.

Cheng Cheng and Sabo found a room with a relatively good view in the base.

Here you can just see the dumplings under the sycamore tree through the window.

Tuanzi didn't make any sword-practicing moves, but sat down cross-legged, with the Dragon-Slaying Sword lying unsheathed in front of her.

If you get close, you can notice that there is a long time between each breath of Dango.

Sabo turned his head and looked at the pale Cheng Cheng, a little confused about whether to laugh or cry: "How are you feeling? If not, I will stay here for a while longer and wait until you are fully recovered before leaving."

"It's okay, I should be almost recovered in three days." Cheng Cheng said helplessly.

Sabo sighed, "I'm not telling you, just chop down a tree or a rock or something. If you insist on showing off your bravery and blowing up the mountain, this is great. The mountain has been blown up, and I think you are about to be blown up too." ."

"It's better to rest for a few days. You don't have anything important to do anyway, and you are absolutely safe in the base. No one can do anything detrimental to you."

Cheng Cheng just looked at the dumplings under the tree outside the window and said, "No, I've stayed here long enough. If I keep staying like this, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

"What time?" Sabo's face hardened and he asked seriously.

“Time to plant trees.”

Sabo suddenly looked confused.

After making a casual remark, Cheng Cheng changed the subject and said: "Some time ago in the Kingdom of Kajagato, I killed three CP9 people. You should be careful these days to avoid being retaliated by them. This This group of people is very small-minded.”

"This possibility is indeed possible. I have given orders a few days ago to ask all branches to act with caution recently." Sabo picked up the wine glass and slowly poured two glasses of wine.

The two looked at each other, smiled, clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.

Cheng Cheng had a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

Such a good time!

Unknowingly, the two of them were drunk again.

Cheng Cheng was lying next to the window, his eyes dim and drunk, and he muttered vaguely: "Sabo, listen carefully. From now on, the eldest brother will build a carefree island. When Luffy becomes the Pirate King, he will take care of you." Call Ace and I over here, let’s live together!”

"At that time, we will drink and eat meat every day, and our respective wives will go play mahjong, admire flowers and plant grass. If anyone has a child, I will give him a big red envelope of [-] million beli every year."

Sabo, who was a little dazed after drinking, raised his head and replied: "Okay! But if I give birth to a girl, it will cost [-] million!"

"Hahahaha, it's a word!"

Night falls.

Under the sycamore tree.

Tuanzi still had his eyes closed, and his breathing was getting slower and slower. Now his breath was as thin as a gossamer. If his heart wasn't still beating, he would be almost dead.

Every time she inhales and exhales, it takes a long time, and she can clearly feel the active beating of every cell in her body.

The fallen leaves kept falling from the sycamore trees. I don't know whether it was a coincidence or attracted by some kind of qi. Those fallen leaves were scattered around Tuanzi.

From sitting in the dark to the day, Tuanzi still closed his eyes and meditated, not moving. The dragon-slaying knife was still placed horizontally in front of his knees, and he did not draw a sword.

It's just that her breath is longer, and there are already piles of fallen leaves around her.

It was noon on the third day.

Tuanzi sat cross-legged under the sycamore tree. There was no trace of breathing. The surrounding atmosphere was like a tornado, circling around him, and Tuanzi was the eye of the storm.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky.

Tuanzi suddenly opened his eyes without warning, and a light burst out from his eyes.

She slowly picked up the dragon-slaying knife on the ground and pulled out the blade inch by inch. Looking at the blue blade like the sea, Tuanzi's eyes showed a trace of tenacity that should not be seen at this age.

The tip of the knife hung to the ground, and he held the handle tightly with both hands. After taking a deep breath, the surrounding tornado rapidly expanded toward the outside, and the fallen leaves were blown away by the strong wind.

The heart and mind are in harmony, and the sword takes advantage of the wind.

Tuanzi took one step forward, and with the sound of wind and thunder wrapped around the blade, he slashed diagonally forward.

The tall sycamore tree was cut in half, and its crown slid down diagonally.

The fracture position, under the sunlight, is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sword light.