"What we are teaching today is the iron block of the foundation of the six naval styles."

After hearing this, Xiao Sisi, who originally wanted to continue sleeping, opened his closed eyes and looked at the physical arts teacher in front of him.

I don't know why, anyway, in the physical arts cultivation class, Xiao Xisi's opponents are almost all mentors, although after a short battle, he has to change the teacher again, and then Xiao Xisi was led over by Teacher Zefa and scolded.

Xiao Sith never thought that the teacher who fought against him in the combat class was sent to the hospital after the battle, and it was the kind of thing that was seriously injured, and after understanding the situation, the doctor came to this school to conduct a full-body examination of Xiao Sisi's body, and after the results of the examination came out, the doctor's first reaction was that this document must be wrong.

After all, if you follow the description of the guy in front of you, then, standing in front of the doctor like a burly beast, the little Sith is not a tiger at all, that guy has been promoted to the so-called Yunguo Oz realm in the eyes of this doctor, even if the current little Sith's body can't reach that kind of strength, but, in the future, that little Sith will definitely be able to reach that realm.

And because the size of this little guy is too different from Oz, the power of this guy's fist is more terrifying and destructive than Oz.

If Oz is a weapon of mass destruction, then this guy is almost a one-man enemy country, if this little guy can develop well. And even with such a theory, the man behind Xiao Sith directly took action to burn all the information about this little guy, because he knew that the appearance of Xiao Sith with such potential in the eyes of the world government was not a good thing, but a curse.

That world government is no longer the government that can work hard for the people of the world, the current world government has long been rotten, and the navy, which is not too corrupt now, is one of the fig leaves of this world government, that's all, so he doesn't want Xiao Sith to join that world at all, and stay where he should stay quietly.

And the blood book left by Little Sith's mother made him dare not let this little ghost enter the world government, after all, the bloodline inherited by this little guy is not a simple bloodline, it is one of the few remnants of the era in the world, and it is even so powerful that the world is almost without a big ship that can carry him forward.

"Little Sith is actually the guy's son." It was also one night that Karp thought of this, and he was thinking about why the surname Edward was so familiar, and the overwhelming physical fitness he saw in the little guy was the same as his father's when he was younger, no, the physical fitness that was more terrifying than his father's, made Karp realize that he was another great guy among the little ghosts he raised.

"I, a naval hero, actually raised a white-bearded son and a grandson of One Piece, it's really a mockery of such a thing."

Karp poured the tea from his cup, re-placed the blood-stained black blood book into the brazier, and quietly watched the fire in the brazier in front of him burn the things in front of him.

"I hope the little guy will never know such a thing, after all, it is a little too scary for him, but because of this, little Sith, if you knew such a life experience, what would you choose?"

Thinking of his stupid son, Karp shook his head, and he had a headache.

"Why are one or two such stupid people, and the same is true for dragons, and the same is true for the Sith?"

Looking at the photo of his wife holding the two imps, a subtle smile appeared on Karp's face, but in the next moment, the sadness beneath his forced smile was revealed.

"If it were you, maybe you would have thought about it."

However, the little Sith is completely unaware of Karp's secret self-grief, because he is now completely addicted to his own practice, and his sparring partner is the former admiral, Zefa.

Zefa looked at the little cub in front of him with a wooden stick in his hand, and gasped a little.

To be honest, Zefa didn't expect that this little guy had almost instinctive fighting skills with such a strong physical fitness, and the kind of violent ferocity hidden in such fighting skills made Zefa feel like he was fighting against a world-beating beast when facing the waving stick, not against people.

However, thanks to Zefa's teachings, the body of the little guy in front of him has begun to break through to a more powerful realm.

Iron is to use one's muscles like steel, little by little, through forging to a higher realm.

Hundreds of forged into steel, thousands of forged into fine.

And the iron, as his name suggests, at the very beginning, is just to make the muscles up and down his body hard, but it can't fight against the so-called sword, but, with the continuous hitting, continuous attack, just like the hammer hitting the iron, little by little the impurities in the muscles are stripped out, and it is precisely because of this existence that people have a feeling of suffocation, and they will break through to a higher realm.

However, because the need for strength is not the same each time they are forged, many people will choose the corresponding part to strengthen after cultivating the basic iron block, so that the part of their physical body can move to a higher level.

And Zefa chose his arm, and Karp was his fist.

Of course, in this kind of exercise, the exercise of iron blocks gives their bodies a higher foundation, which is more conducive to their later cultivation.

And now, Zefa has a feeling that such a move as an iron block, no, the Navy Six may be a move made for this little guy.

Looking at the extremely strong body in front of him who had been fighting with him for so long, and seeing that the little guy was still high-spirited, Zefa's face showed a trace of distress.

"It's just that you've been cultivating for a while, and your muscles have been trained to the realm of a hundred forged steel, so, little Sith, where is the limit of your iron block?"

Zefa reached out his hand and slammed it into the abdomen of the little Sith.

"Just let me, as a teacher, help you experiment with it."

However, in the next moment, Zefa was slammed to the ground by the guy who had untied the piece of iron.

"Iron and steel."