When all the sails of the Night Charmer were pulled up and the wind was blown into an arc, the speed of the whole ship was like a sharp arrow speeding at extreme speed, and the black shadow flew into a shuttle.

The pirate ship was originally built for plunder, and speed is the best pursuit of all pirates. For pirates, not being able to catch up with their prey, or allowing their prey to escape, is simply an insult to the profession of piracy.

As a sea pirate, Moreau, the Night Phantom in his hand is naturally about the same, so to speak, in the entire sand sea, a ship that can match the speed of the Night Phantom is definitely no more than five fingers.

However, at this moment, Moreau, who was standing on the lookout of the Night Phantom, did not have the slightest warmth, but had a calm face, showing a preoccupied look.

The dark eyes stared at the four-headed devil octopus monster that kept breaking through the huge waves and moving straight forward behind the Night Phantom, and on the octopus monster, the hundreds of sea people holding cold steel forks and showing hideous fangs on their faces.

"Captain, these turtle grandsons are really too hateful, why don't we stop and fight with them!" Jace, who was standing beside Moreau, slashed at the devil octopus monster who was breaking the waves in the distance with a big knife in his hand, gritting his teeth: "We are pirates, the famous Blood Rain Pirates, it is really ...... to be chased by these sea hooligans like this."

Speaking of this, Jace was dumbfounded, glanced at the devil octopus monster viciously, gritted his teeth and said tremblingly: "It's really, it's ......"

"Really, what?" Glancing at Jace, Morrow said lightly.

Hearing this, Jace's face froze, looking at Captain Morrow, his mouth open, and he was stunned that he didn't say half a word.

"It's too wretched!" Behind him, Jebbit said viciously: "Captain, you are a sea thief, you want to dominate the sea in the future, what is this sea hooligan, even if the sea rogue pro-guard comes, we can't be vain!"

The sea people, because of their brutal nature, thirst for killing and looting, and their arrogance never shrinks, so they are called the hooligans of the sea, "the hooligans of the sea!"

Hearing Jabbit say this, Morrow's gloomy face collapsed in an instant, and the whole person shrugged his head and smiled wryly: "No, then the bag, right?"

"I think, we're not running away, we're merciful and letting them go, how can we be a bag?

I think Jabit, your thinking needs to learn to empathize, not just look at the surface, but understand it thoroughly.

Run away?

Scold!

How can we count this as an escape, at most it can be regarded as a temporary retreat, a merciful retreat that lets them go!"

......

Bang dang~!

Bang dang~!

Two large knives fell, smashing against the plank with a dull sound.

Whether it was Jace or Jebit, they were all looking at their captain with incredible eyes at the moment, the pirate Morrow, and the frightened expressions on the faces of the two of them simply surprised everyone.

Is this our famous captain?

How do you feel like a profiteer who sells everything, treacherous and cunning? Especially with that sworn face, how do you think he thinks he makes sense?

What's going on?

Is there really something wrong with our thinking? Or is our captain too good to keep up with him as a captain?

With their hands on their chins, Jace and Jebit fell into deep thought, even as they were being chased by a group of brutal and rampaging devil octopus monsters.

Moreau ignored Jace and Jebit, jumped off the lookout, landed on the deck with a click, and roared: "Everyone, listen to me, now that the sail power has increased the speed to the limit, if you want the boat to be faster, you must always grasp the direction of the wind."

Therefore, I declare that the command authority of the navigator is now temporarily elevated to my command, except for the highest rank of my command, and what the navigator says now is equal to what I say!"

Zheng~!

Mo Luo pulled out the autumn water from his waist, slashed it at the void, and roared angrily: "Do you hear it clearly!!

A loud wave of sound spread throughout the Nightshade.

"Understood, Captain!!"

The pirates roared, responding with a loud voice to Moreau, their most beloved and feared captain. In particular, the minotaur who stood five or six meters in front of Moreau was red, and the sound was so loud that it could be described as a roar.

But after dozens of seconds, when Morrow quickly ran to the stern of the Night Phantom to check on the pursuing devil octopus monster behind him, a voice was heard.

"Captain, I always see you draw a knife and dance around, why haven't you ever seen you actually slash people with a knife?" The Minotaur who was following behind scratched the back of his head, which only had a few hairs left, and said with a cute and puzzled expression: "Just like just now, why didn't you pull out your knife and cut off those octopus tentacles, but smashed them with your fists?"

Obviously the knife is sharper, right?"

Moreau: "........"

Glancing at the crew members who looked as puzzled as Da Hong, Morrow's serious countenance, which had finally recovered, suddenly collapsed.

What is this?

Observation is too close, right? You have to write down what weapon I use, do you want to "care" about me so much?

Mo Luo's heart almost collapsed, but the expression on his face quickly recovered, once again showing a majestic state, coughed a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Compared to cutting off the tentacles with a knife, I like to smash the tentacles with my fists!"

Fists to the flesh are men's romance!"

"Oh oh, I see. The pirates nodded their heads, their faces full of realization. It turned out that the captain did this. Is it to show that he is a "real man?"

Captain, it's really great!!

......

Mo Luo didn't pay attention to what the younger brothers were thinking in their hearts, turned around quickly, looked directly at the devil octopus monster that was galloping through the waves, and when he put on a serious face, his other free hand quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Actually, Moreau doesn't know how to use a knife at all.....

.......

Outside the mountain temple, the sun has climbed to the highest position of the day, unbridled to vent its own hot brilliance.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.....

Sweat kept running down Chenyu's cheeks and dripping from his jaw. The cloth clothes behind him, the pants on his lower body, and the cloth shoes he was wearing were all wet at the moment.

"Ahh Ahh.....h

Buzz~!Buzz~.....!

Gasping heavily, oxygen and carbon dioxide were staggered and exchanged, and Chen Yu kept waving the black wooden stick in his hand more than a meter or so up and down.

Because there is no long sword, this wooden stick is used as a sword by Chen Yu. At this moment, according to Mihawk's instructions, he has completed the morning run and is in the second stage of training, swinging his knife five hundred times!

However, because Chen Yu practiced a wooden stick in his hand instead of a real long knife, he lost a lot of weight, so that Mihawk changed his swing from 500 times to 1,000 strokes to make up for the difference in weight.

Maybe this is a bit cruel for a child, but Mihawk doesn't care about this, others are willing to take their time, but Chen Yu is different. With spiritual power in his body, his recovery power and physical strength are not too strong compared to other peers.

It can be said that at this moment, Chen Yu's physical strength has reached the physical strength that a teenager should have, and even surpasses.

"I want to ..... Rice.... Mihawk...."

As he spoke, Chen Yu gasped violently, his sentences intermittent and indistinct. The wooden stick in his hand shook and tended to stop.

[It's okay to talk, but you can't stop, it's eight hundred and fifty-four now, and there are one hundred and forty-six left, go on, don't stop!]

Chen Yu's hand trembled, and the wooden stick slashed down again against the void.

"I.... I think..... I seem.... Seem...... It seems that a handful is missing,.... A handful of real .... , real weapon ......"

Despite the intermittent sentences, Chen Yu still said the words that he wanted to express in his heart. He wanted a knife, a knife that would give him a feel.

Sticks can also be used for training, but the effect is always different from that of real weapons. Therefore, looking for a weapon to take advantage of is what Chen Yu desires most in his heart at the moment.

[I know, but now you don't have time to find a weapon that will complete today's mission.] Wait until the evening when that guy named Zhao Zhuzi comes back, and you're talking to him. 】

"For..... Why..... I can't.... Go to Shahai City by yourself.... hand-picked?"

Between the half-circle trajectory of the wooden stick, there were continuous raindrops (sweat) dripping to the ground, and the ground under Chenyu's feet became more muddy.

"Ahh Ahh.......h

At this moment, Chen Yu's face was terrifyingly pale, and his body was more like he had just been fished out of the water, drenched, and terrifyingly wet.

"Ahem....."

Coughing heavily, Chen Yu's chest was as if it was pressed by a big stone, and he was so dull that he could barely breathe. The body is more like being covered with a thick layer of iron, and it is amazingly heavy.

With every word, the air that frantically poured into his lungs rushed like a knife, hot and unbearable.

[Go in person?hmph!]

Don't forget, you just offended a tricky guy in Sand Sea City yesterday. In the past few days, I advise you to train honestly at home and not go out. 】

"Also.... Also..... Right... Hiss ......"

As soon as Chen Yu opened his mouth and spit out two words, his lungs seemed to be blown open and had been torn apart, tearing his heart and lungs.

[Don't talk too much, there are still twenty strokes!Keep going, today's stage of training can be over!]

As Mihawk said this, Chen Yu didn't dare to speak more, and the will that forcibly supported his brain was instantly concentrated, and the power that flowed through his body was condensed towards his hands at this moment, supporting him to continue to swing.

Ten times.

Eleven down.

.......

Twenty strokes.

Buzz, knock!

When the thousandth blow was swung out by Chenyu, Chenyu's whole body shook, and his already confused will could no longer control his body, causing his body to lose control, and he fell into the mud under him with a "bang".

[Chenyu, stand up! Stand up for me, after intense training, you can't fall down immediately!

Your body, your blood vessels, your heart will not be able to stand it, stand up for me, stand up!!]

Mihawk warned in Chenyu's mind.

However, at this moment, Chen Yu did not react, the whole person was lying on the mud, his body was motionless, as if there was no longer life.

At this moment, Mihawk really couldn't help it, no matter how anxious he was, he could only watch dryly, unable to help.

........

"Alas......"

Dozens of seconds later, a sigh came from the old vine tree in front of the mountain temple. Then, behind the trunk of the tree showed the dull face of the old beggar.

"Little stone, why are you doing this....." Walking to Chenyu's side step by step, the old beggar sighed.

From the moment Chen Yu started training, he was already behind the old vine tree. Just quietly, he saw everything in Chenyu's eyes.

It was also the old beggar who prevented Zhao Xiaoling from coming to disturb and let Zhao Zhuzi and marijuana take a detour, so that Chen Yu could not be disturbed and concentrate on his training.

stepped forward to pick up Xiao Chenyu whole, and the old beggar glanced at the scorching sun, which was still exuding scorching heat, and said, "Jin Crow.......?"