"Grandpa, where are we going first?
I'm familiar with this Great Sea Route!
Which Seven Martial Seas do you want to find? Just let me know!
I promise to send you to the Seventh Martial Sea quickly and steadily.”
Margaux asked Luo Feng as he flapped his wings and carried Luo Feng through the skies.
Since he couldn't resist, he would learn to enjoy it!
As a famous pirate, his mind was undoubtedly very strong!
Before, in front of all his brothers, when he transformed into an undying bird and became Luo Feng's mount, he still looked like he had nothing left to live for and was extremely ashamed!
As a result... he had just carried Luo Feng for a while, and not only did he get used to his new identity, he even started to enjoy it!
In fact, he was already thinking that it would not be a loss to be the mount of his invincible grandfather!
Anyway, he was only driving his grandfather, not anyone else!
Just treat it as a grandson's filial piety!
This time, when his grandfather left the mountain, he would follow him alone. He would become the new legend of the great sea route in minutes and be written into the family tree of the Heavenly Dragon people together with his grandfather.
At the thought of this, Margaux couldn't help but feel that he had earned a lot from inheriting Lord Condor's mantle.
"Who are in the Seven Martial Seas in the New World?”
Luo Feng stepped on the undying bird Marko, his eyes squinted as he enjoyed the breeze.
"Not counting Don Quijote Dofranmingo, who you've already killed, there are still the world's greatest sword hero, Jorakol Mihawk, and Murloc Shenping who are currently living in the New World.
However, Shen Ping was on good terms with his father.
After what happened to Ace, not only did he refuse the forced summoning of the Sea of Seven Martial Arts, but it was also said that he went to Marlin Vatican to make a scene. In the end, he ended up like Ace and was locked up in the sixth level of the city.
As for the remaining Seven Martial Seas, they were either holed up in the theme park or dealt with by the navy.”
Margaux recounted everything that had happened in the Sea of Seven Martial Arts.
"That little fellow called Hawkeye seems to be holding Black Blade Night!”
Luo Feng asked.
"Yes, Grandpa."
Markel nodded.
"Then let's go to his place first!
It just so happened that Izo gave me a second generation of Niya!
It was the most suitable way to measure the weight of the world's number one sword hero.”
Luo Feng immediately decided that he would deal with Seven Martial Seas!
"Stand firm, Grandpa!"
When Margaux heard this, the image of Luo Feng using a toy blade to replace Ye Xiu to defeat the world's number one sword hero appeared in his mind!
At the thought of this, he was so excited that he flapped his wings even more vigorously than before.
This was the reason why Qiao Zi and the other grandsons were fighting to follow their grandfather!
They had no chance to see the legends left behind by their grandfather several generations ago.
However, if he could stay by his grandfather's side, he would not only be able to witness the new legend that his grandfather had written on the great sea route after he left the mountain, but he would also become a part of the legend.
In comparison, becoming his grandfather's mount was nothing!
Thinking about it now, Lord Condor's legacy was really good!
……
Kraikana Island
In the residence of the world's greatest sword master, Jorakol Mihawk was currently holding a cotton cloth in his hand. As if he was treating his lover, his expression was focused, and his movements were extremely gentle as he wiped the black knife, Night, in front of him!
At this moment, it was as if the world's strongest black blade was the only thing left in his world.
Not far away, Perona, who had been freeloading in Jorakol Mihawk's accommodation for a long time, was sitting on the sofa without saying a word. She quietly watched the most powerful sword master polish her favorite sword.
"Hey, are you really going to agree to the navy's mandatory call?”
After a while, when Jorakol Mihawk stopped what he was doing and sheathed Black Blade Night, Perona finally spoke.
"Is there a problem?"
Jorakol Mihawk said expressionlessly.
"This is a big problem!
White Beard was the strongest man in the world!
If you agree to the navy's mandatory summoning, wouldn't you be going against him?”
Perona said a little excitedly.
"So what?"
Jorakol Mihawk's expression was still as calm as an ancient well.
"How can you be so calm!
That was a white beard!
Do you think it's just any Tom, Dick, or Harry?
It's very dangerous for you to fight such a dangerous monster!
In my opinion, you don't have to worry about the navy at all. Let them fight with White Beard by themselves.”
Perona said unhappily.
"It's precisely because he's dangerous that I agreed to this forced summoning!”
When Jorakol Mihawk said this, a sharp edge that looked down on the world shot out in all directions.
"There aren't many in the great sea route who can fight me to a draw!
The number of people who can beat me can be counted on one hand.
Unfortunately, White Beard was in the hands of these people!
If I miss this chance, I probably won't have the chance to measure me and White Beard again!”
Obviously, this was Jorakol Mihawk's true goal!
Having dominated the world's number one sword hero for a long time, he deeply felt the emptiness of being invincible as a swordsman. At the same time, he also wanted to improve.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。