"I don't know why…but I suddenly feel that Bro Ming is a little pitiful!”
On the Moby Dick, Izo looked at Don Quijote Doflemingo's exasperated look and suddenly felt a little sorry.
"Yizang, I don't agree with what you're saying.
Aren't you saying that Grandpa is cruel?”
Margaux glared at Izo.
Was this guy courting death?
Previously, when his grandfather had just come out of seclusion, he had overestimated himself and taught his grandfather how to do things.
Now, she actually dared to say bad things about her grandfather behind his back.
Did he really think that his eldest grandson did not exist?
"Isn't that so?
To hack a little bastard like Brother Ming, his grandfather actually took out such a big knife!
Don't you think Grandpa is a little too much?”
Izo said excitedly.
"This…"
Margaux was stunned.
These words made sense!
For a moment, he really did not know how to answer.
"Grandpa, seriously!
He didn't have a smaller knife to tell me!
Isn't grandpa's matter my business?
We grandsons should help grandpa solve his problems!”
Izo ignored Margaux's disdainful and admiring gaze as he spoke.
"I'm inferior to Yizang!"
Margaux could only sigh in admiration as he looked at the emotional Izo.
After all, she was someone who had been beaten up by her grandfather!
This rainbow fart really caught him off guard!
He had no choice but to be convinced by Izo!
"Grandpa, stay clear under the blade!"
As he said that, under White Beard, Margaux and the others 'strange expressions, he flew up and quickly ran towards Luo Feng. Without waiting for Luo Feng to speak, he took the initiative to present a toy knife.
"Grandpa, what do you think of this saber?
Was it suitable to send Xiaoming's Sea of Seven Martial Arts to the west?”
Izo knelt on one knee and raised a toy knife high in the air with both hands.
"Good saber!
My dear grandson, you've done a great job!
Using this blade to send Xiaoming to his grandfather was the most suitable.”
Luo Feng glanced at the toy blade that Yizang presented, his eyes shining.
This toy knife was about the length of a finger and weighed ten grams.
The workmanship was astute, and one could tell at a glance that it was a fine product from a master.
He could tell at a glance that this saber was a must-have pretentious divine weapon for experts when they were out.
At the very least, among all the cool weapons that he had collected back then, he couldn't find a smaller knife than the toy knife in Izo's hand!
Even the nail clipper that he had kept at home and used to kill the admiral was a size bigger than the toy knife that Izo presented.
"A treasured saber paired with a hero!
Such a masterpiece naturally belonged to grandfather!
That was why I dared to offer this saber to my grandfather!
Grandpa, please accept it!"
Izo said respectfully.
"My Sun Yizang can rest assured.
If this saber falls into grandfather's hands, it will definitely flourish!”
Luo Feng nodded and took the toy knife,"
"Right, does this saber have a name?"
He played with the toy knife in his hand and suddenly realized that the appearance of this knife was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before!
"I asked a famous craftsman to imitate the world's greatest sword hero: It was created by Jorakol Mihawk's Black Blade, Night. It currently has no name!
Since this saber is fated to fall into Grandpa's hands, then it's most suitable for Grandpa to bestow a name on it.”
Yizang was stunned for a moment before he immediately reacted.
"Imitation of Black Blade Night?
Then, he had to respect this incomparably fast saber.
In the future, this sword should be the second-generation Ye!”
When Luo Feng heard this, he immediately realized why he felt this second generation Night was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
It seemed like this was a high-quality imitation of Black Blade Night's toy!
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to give this high-quality imitation black knife, Night, the name Second Generation Night!
This was also his respect for Black Blade Night, the fastest blade in the world!
At the same time, it was also his respect for the craftsman who forged Black Blade Night, the fastest blade in the world!
"Good name!
Second Generation Night, once in your hands, killed Seventh Martial Ocean Little Ming.
As expected of a treasured saber and a hero!"
After saying that, Izo immediately left.
After being knocked unconscious on the deck by Luo Feng, he seemed to have been blessed and was reborn.
Not only did he offer his famous pretentious tool at the critical moment: Second-generation Night, and he had good eyesight.
He knew when it was time for him to leave!
"This time, we were able to successfully reunite Don Quijote and his family.”
Luo Feng was impressed by this, then he turned to look at the pale Don Quijote Dofranmingo. He didn't know if it was because he was angry or because he was scared,
"Little Ming, do you have any last words?”
After he finished speaking, his two fingers had already accurately grasped the hilt of the second-generation Night's sword.
"I want to apply for a new saber!"
As soon as Don Quijote Dofranmingo finished speaking, he heard a clang in his ear.
Immediately after, a terrifying saber light completely occupied his pupils.
This saber hum!
This burst of saber light!
All of them were telling him a cruel truth!
The number one person in the world had drawn his sword at him!
Just as this thought rose in his mind, a slash that was thousands of meters long, like a soaring dragon in the deep sea, had already swallowed his body and the warship under his feet.
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