Jorah Kol. Mihawk saw that Smoker didn't have a knife with him, and casually took the unparalleled big knife in his hand. Black Knife. Night put it behind her, and without saying a word, she walked past Smoker's side and left the island.

“.....”

Smoker didn't expect to be so ignored by the other party, and was still thinking in his heart, how to say hello for a while, and then say something, but now it seems... It doesn't seem to make sense, people don't like to take care of themselves.

"Wait!" Then he suddenly called out to Mihawk, who was facing away from him.

Mihawk stopped and looked back silently, but he still didn't seem to have any interest in talking to him, which made Smoker a little depressed, although he was not a swordsman, he still learned some from Kenshin's teacher.

In fact, he didn't know why he called Mihawk, maybe it was just because he felt that he had finally met a big guy and didn't have something to do with him, and it always felt that something was not right.

"What's that... Have you eaten? Smoker choked out a question.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the field seemed to freeze instantly, and Mihawk's expression could clearly be seen to be stunned for a moment, but he immediately turned around and ignored him and continued to walk away.

But I don't know if it's Smoker's delusion, but I always feel that Mihawk's pace seems to be faster......

"Hey, do you want to know a swordsman who can match you?" Smoker shouted.

This sentence really caught Mihawk's footsteps again, he turned around, looked at Smoker's whole body, and then asked, "Do you want to talk about yourself?" ”

"......" Smoker wanted to say yes, but he was worried that once he agreed, Mihawk would pull out his knife and cut it directly, so he shook his head wisely and said that it was not him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he shook his head, Mihawk's sword eyebrows wrinkled, and he felt that he had been tricked by this bald boy, so he was thinking about whether to cut him off before leaving.

On the other side, when Smoker saw Mihawk with a chill in the eagle's eyes, he knew that the other party had misunderstood, and secretly said badly, and immediately explained: "It's not me, but I know a swordsman as strong as you, he will definitely be your opponent!" ”

Hawkeye smiled: "Do you know how strong I am?" ”

"This ......" This question, Smoker couldn't answer, did he want to say to Mihawk, I know how strong you are in the future, no, I know how strong you are in the future, after all, there is no scene in the original book of the previous life where Hawkeye fights with all his might.

In the end, he could only reply: "Anyway, I know, that person is a powerful swordsman!" ”

"Jianhao? Among the corpses behind you is a swordsman. Mihawk glanced behind Smoker and said, "Jianhao, although it is not much in the Great Voyage, it is not too little. ”

The reason why he said this to Smoker was because he didn't know what to do next, and maybe this guy really knew a good opponent?

"In short, the person I know is definitely not weaker than you!" Smoker was really short of words, and he really didn't know these things yet, but he was confident in the people he was going to say.

Mihawk said nonchalantly, "Tell me about it." ”

"Shanks of the Red-Haired Pirates! I'm sure you've heard his name. Smoker said directly, and then smiled in his heart, isn't this person your future opponent?

Mihawk recalled what had happened to Shanks, and found that he might be a good opponent, which made him feel a little good about Smoker: "Why are you telling me this? ”

"......" and this sentence scared Smoker again, for what? Does he want to tell the truth, so that he can be familiar in front of you? It's too cheap!

Seeing that he was silent, Mihawk didn't care about turning around and leaving, he now had a goal to go to, so he didn't want to waste any more time, and hoped that the red-haired Shanks wouldn't let himself down too much.

Smoker looked at Mihawk's back, opened his mouth or fell silent, he knew everything, and he said a few words, that's enough, wait for the next time we meet, at least it's familiar, isn't it?

But why, I always feel that something is missing......

At this moment, Mihawk, who had already walked some distance, suddenly turned his head and asked, "Navy, what is your name?" ”

"Navy?" How did he know... Then Smoker looked down at his white shirt, and immediately realized that the word justice behind him didn't indicate that he was a navy?

"Smoker!"

Only then did he realize that something was missing, it turned out that he hadn't introduced himself yet, he knew that Mihawk's name was normal, but Mihawk didn't know his name.

Familiar, familiar, don't even know the name, what kind of familiarity is it?

"Hmm."

Mihawk nodded and left with the black knife on his back.

"Eh, it's time for me to leave." Smoker shook his head and got on his moky bike again, but as soon as he released the smoke into the car, he suddenly remembered what Mihawk had said earlier.

"In that group of corpses... Is there a sword hero? So since it's a sword hero, the knife used is definitely not too rubbish, right? ”

Thinking of this, Smoker immediately got out of the car, stepped on the bloody ground, looked around at the corpses around him, and soon found a corpse that was out of place with other minions in his costume.

He still had a long unsheathed knife lying in his hand, but the blade was covered in open blood, and it was difficult to see the good or bad, but it was not in the way, and Smoker picked it up, and then shook it lightly, shaking the sludge on it lightly.

"It's beautiful!"

In order to see more clearly, Smoker raised the blade, but he didn't expect that under the sunlight, the blade with an obvious arc would shine, especially its blade body showed many crescent-shaped blade lines, and the blade length was about eighty centimeters, giving people an elegant beauty.

However, he is not a professional swordsman, so he can't tell the specific identity of this knife, but judging from Mihawk's disdain for this, it should not be a matchless big fast knife.

"But it shouldn't be an ordinary product, eighty percent is one of the good knives!" Smoker thought to himself, and then directly ripped off the hilt of the waist of the swordsman who had just died, everyone was dead, what did he need such a good knife for?

Inserting the blade into the handle of the knife casually, he directly released some smoke because he had no rope, and then condensed it into a two-centimeter-wide cigarette rope, tying the long knife behind his back: "Wait until next time I see Da Siqi, let her see what kind of knife this is." ”

With the low roar of the smoke motorcycle under him, Smoker's figure quickly moved away from the desert island, he wanted to feel the North Sea quickly, but half an hour later, he turned back again, because he suddenly thought of something.

"They should have a record pointer on them...... Didn't have to spend any money to buy"