I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The sleepy curly-haired man on the side immediately dismantled the stage and said, "Now, brother, are you envious?"

Brusalino, who was standing next to him, was carefully observing the thundering fruit ability in front of him, and he couldn't help sighing when he heard that. Sakazuki is so eager for new star talents. It’s impossible for those brothers to be ignorant, but they don’t even bring one back all the year round.

On the contrary, other people around him often bring back a few good talents who look at their aptitude.

"Green pheasant, I advise you to be kind...Have you not seen enough of the bunny costume in Sakazuki?" His Excellency Huang Yuan was obviously aware of the horror of the dog, and said meaningfully.

Only then did Kuzan think of someone's strategic weapons of mass destruction, and instantly stopped fighting. Just kidding, if during the war, if his brother made a phone worm live video broadcast rabbit costume, then the proper inhumane biological and chemical weapons would not run away.

Finally ended the godlike long laugh, the second-year young man slowly cast his gaze to the old man who was smiling extremely brightly.

He wanted to make this old **** who dared to yin his own hands pay a heavy price: "Hmph, old stuff, dare to use boring things like Hailoushi to calculate me!"

As he said, the light of his raised hand was shining, and it seemed that a thousand birds were screaming in his ears.

"Hey wait! Ainilu!" Robin immediately stopped the other side's brainless behavior, daring to show off attacking posture in front of the three admirals and naval heroes, maybe he is the only one in the world...

However, the girl’s panicked expression was interpreted as "afraid of revenge" in Ainilu's eyes.

Ainilu looked very arrogant, as if everything was back under his control: "Hmm, it's too late, the rude must be punished by the gods! The ruling of the gods!!!"

However, a dazzling golden light blinked in front of the others: "Um~ funny little guy! I believe I can get along well with him."

"Scattered away" realized that Huang Yuan had already taken action, and several people made a gesture to leave.

"Old stuff... don't run." There were several blue veins on Ainilu's forehead. How long will he be ignored by these bastards? ?

The well-behaved Lord God opened his heart when he spoke. Who knows if this wretched uncle will also bring Hailou stone products...

Not to mention, Xinwang really sensed something--a long leg that kicked at its waist at high speed

"!?"

The tragedy still happened.

[I saw it] It didn't mean that I could dodge it. The god-sama who made a parry posture was kicked directly out of the window by the speed of light.

"Hmm! Why can he kick me??" The thunder fruit ability who has suffered a big loss this time has improved his memory, and at least learned to keep his hands on parry.

"Don't you know that armed **** is domineering? Obviously you will say it domineeringly." Polusalino smiled and followed the flying Ainilu, and asked a question.

Just now this kid made defensive preparations in the right position for an instant, he didn't think it was a coincidence.

However, the person with the ability to win fruit still showed mercy, after all, he didn't kick this kid as a pirate.

Ainilu suddenly stopped in the air, before he spoke, the dazzling flash appeared on his side again.

The black and hardened high-whip legs came to him in an instant. Polusalino really relied on Shining Fruit. For this reason, he was not less criticized by Zefa, and Sakazuki often used personal grappling. To remind him of the indisputable fact that his arms and domineering are weak.

However, his weakness is only compared to the likes of Karp, Zefa, Warring States, and Sakazuki.

Among the muscle monsters that can fight and resist, Huang Yuan's armed color domineering is indeed much inferior, but in the world, this admiral is still a leader in the use of armed color domineering.

Although the speed of the electric field is equivalent to the speed of light, in the air, the speed of light moving in a straight line still occupies an absolute advantage.

Ainilu, whose heart net was fully open, once again captured the attacking position, but this time, the high whip leg did not fall on him.

"I really will see and smell domineering! Tsk tsk, I really picked up the treasure." The admiral couldn't help but wondered. You have to smoke a stuffy cigarette at home.

Ainilu's thinking was quite agile. Seeing that the opponent suddenly stopped the offensive, he instantly turned thunder into the distance.

Previously, I only used the heart net to evade, and I want to come to the other party's mouth, "seen and domineering" is the name of heart net in Qinghai... [Then this kind of thing called armed color domineering can directly touch my elemental body NS? 】He was pondering the information contained in the other party’s words, and a weird smile appeared in front of him again: "Sao Nian, are you going to send a shot? The Templar Warden troops welcome you."

"Don't come over!!! 60 million volts! Thunder Dragon!!!" This time, Master Thor really couldn't calm down, and he used his current trick with his hands up and at the same time, he turned around. Rushed towards the empty training ground below.

As everyone knows, he is evaluating the opponent, and Polusalino is also evaluating this newcomer [combat IQ is good, able to react quickly after a blow, and make the most reasonable adjustments so far], but...

This kind of act of daring to read the article in front of him...How many times did you read it, I interrupted you several times!

The two moved extremely fast, and Ainilu tried to keep a distance, but how could the yellow ape, who is experienced in combat, give him such a good opportunity? The two of you chased me, and all the way, sparks and lightning smashed on the ground of the training ground.

On the training ground, the little ghosts who were completing the course of the day couldn't see anything. Only the uninterrupted thunder and the dripping sound of beams in their ears told them that someone was running wild on their training ground.

A figure fell heavily in front of Ace, and then Polusalino's awkward voice came from above his head: "Come to meet the new student, Little Ace."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" , Fell directly to the ground weakly. He rubbed his head vigorously, messing up his smooth hair.

Only after leaving the Thousand-Handed Demon King, a more sturdier one came in a blink of an eye.

If it is said that the two guys who have eaten the animal and superhuman departments can surpass with their own efforts, this is especially the case for a natural transition student, his dream of dominating the training camp. . . . . I'm afraid that it will be gone until graduation.

"Excuse me... What about President Sa? Why didn't I see President Sa?" Ace stopped wailing helplessly, and immediately adjusted back to his normal state. He didn't want his shameful appearance to be seen by the idol.

The little cub craned his neck to look through his eyes, but he didn't see the burly figure. The chief instructor, who should have arrived at the training ground early, was abnormally late today.

Polusalino looked at the cubs with expectant expressions and sighed slightly. Sakazuki is always popular in strange places. . .

But doomed to fail this little guy's expectations, Polusarino thought about the kind of excitement that was rarely seen in the eyes of Sakazuki when he wanted to give out the phone number of Bergapunk before entering the house.

"I always think that guy wants to do something." He stepped on Aini Road who was trying to escape, looked up at the location of the fortress, and rubbed his stubborn chin.

And Mr. Sa, who is worried by everyone, is now bargaining on the phone side: "Two rifles, you at least help me improve one! Don't go too far!"

237. Pulling a big bolt is the charm of a man.

Sakazuki hit the desk with a punch, punching the wooden desk into a big dent: "Begapunk! Don't fool me because I lack machine tools and need punching. In the plan, you even have a laser weapon. You can be equipped with pacifists, and you wouldn’t believe that you can’t produce parts for industrialization.”

In the past, he had always thought that the navy's technological level was not enough to develop higher-level weapons. The fundamental reason was that industrial civilization was still in an embryonic stage under the background of this era.

But when Mr. Sa saw the project plan made by Begapunk, he realized that he was wrong.

Nima! Can assemble pacifists on assembly lines, stamp seamless steel pipes, and develop laser weapons. You told me that you can’t produce a basic Dreiser M1841 breech-loading gun? ? ? ?

If we talk about the establishment of a modern arsenal, the navy and the world government definitely have a sufficient industrial foundation.

Then the question is, do you want to add a little rhythm to the black technology tree of Begapunk to arrange for the navy to conquer the sea of ​​stars? ?

The phone worm vividly simulated the arrogant and angry expression of the opponent. Not only that, but the chief scientist of the Navy directly tore a thick stack of design drawings about this breech rifle sketch to pieces: "Will I be responsible for the research and development of such an overly simple thing? The coastal defense heavy artillery in this department can now be loaded with the breech. Are you looking down on me? If you are determined to popularize this rifle, I still have one in the scientific force. My colleagues in charge of poison gas..."

Unexpectedly, this proud genius of the future country had not finished his voice, and the hoarse scream of Caesar who was listening to the side sounded through the entire office: "Fuck you! Bega Punk!!!"

Listening to Caesar's rapid inhalation at the end of the phone, it was obvious that this gas-fruit ability person who was not a spacious mind was almost exploded in anger.

But angered, the naval scientist who was antagonizing Begapunk everywhere hesitated for a moment. He picked up the sketch fragments on the ground and put them together again.

Things are not going well these days. The giantization research and development carried out in cooperation with Begapunk has fallen into a bottleneck, and the design of the new type of poison gas has not competed with that bastard's pacifist plan.

But right now, it is a godsend.