Pirates make jokes: Obtain eight magical skills at the beginning

One day as a teacher, life as a father.

Although there may not be such a statement on this sea, Yang Ming has been under the protection and teaching of Chief Instructor Zefa since he came to the headquarters of the Navy, and this kindness has long exceeded the ordinary friendship between teachers and students.

In Yang Ming's mind, it seemed that the familiar big smoke voice of Chief Instructor Zefa still echoed:

"People are iron, rice is steel, practice is not death, practice to death!"

"You are the worst class of students I have ever taught, don't say that I brought it after you go out!"

"You give it to me! Yes, that's you! Don't look at me with such innocent eyes, it's useless!

"Joke is a joke, training is training, give me more seriousness when training!"

The bits and pieces of life memories in the past at the Naval Academy reappeared in Yang Ming's mind one by one, and everything seemed to have happened yesterday.

It is precisely because of this that after hearing that the training ship led by Chief Instructor Zefa was attacked, Yang Ming turned around and left without hesitation, borrowed Chief Instructor Zefa's personal belongings from other admirals, and immediately left the naval headquarters.

If he can't save the fate of Chief Instructor Zefa today, then what is the meaning of the justice that Yang Ming has always upheld?

Defend glory with blood!

This concept protects not only the ordinary people of Lebanon, but also their relatives and friends!

The training ship fleet is far away from the naval headquarters, at least four hundred kilometers away, Yang Ming only got the approximate location of Zefa and his group, even if he takes the fastest warship now, it will take a day and a night to be able to rush to the scene, not to mention that he is now traveling alone.

In order to be able to rush to the scene in time, Yang Ming did not hesitate to use the power of the Vientiane Realm, the power of wind and thunder, borrowing the principle of thunder quenching the flesh, and the blue electric arcs stimulated the muscles of his legs, making Yang Ming constantly burst out at a speed far beyond his usual speed, like a seagull soaring in the sky.

While stimulating the muscles, the blue arc continuously grinds off a large number of cells, and the severe pain makes Yang Ming purse his lips, so he has to turn his attention to the system prompt.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines in Glory of Kings and getting a chance to win a lottery, do you want to start the lottery wheel?"

A raffle wheel slowly appeared in the line of sight, on which three categories of prizes appeared: hero skins, inscriptions, and hero skills.

Hero skins: Wuling Immortal Monarch, Phoenix Qiuhuang, Fei Heng...

Inscriptions: Hunting, Hawkeye, Mutation....

Hero Skills: Dragon Song, Thunder Dragon, Speech Spirit Barrier...

[Holy Light Guardian]: Passive skill that restores 2% of maximum health every 2 seconds.

The three passive skills of Holy Light Guardian and Dragon Ming and Dragon Bloodline gradually developed Yang Ming in the direction of the strongest creature in the world.

At the same time, under the passive effect of the Holy Light Guardian, the superhuman cells and gourmet cells in Yang Ming's body finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they were able to get some respite under the continuous stimulation of the arc.

Yang Ming could feel that the muscles of his legs were jumping repeatedly between injury and healing, and under such extreme conditions, his newborn flesh and blood cells became stronger than before.

Staring at the sea level, Yang Ming clenched his fists, and the three-hook jade in his pupils began to rotate rapidly under the stimulation of the agitated emotions, faintly showing some kind of metamorphosis.

"Chief Instructor Zefa, you must hold on!"

Chief Instructor Zefa, who was missed by Yang Ming's heart, was facing the most difficult challenge in his life at this time.

The mast on the warship collapsed, smashing the captain's room, crushing the waist bones of two unfortunate cadets, splattering blood everywhere on the deck, and the corpses of dozens of cadets were displayed around, and some were even uneven, leaving only a pile of fuzzy minced meat.

On the childish faces of these corpses, the expressions before death are still frozen, alternating between stunned and frightened, like the oil paintings of the painter Van Gogh, full of a sense of distortion of reality.

Every time the light swept over these corpses, Chief Instructor Zefa's face became a little gloomy, and the emotions stirring in his heart were like setting off terrifying waves, and his eyes were full of murderous intent looking at the tall figure in front of him that seemed funny and funny.

The family of Chief Instructor Zefa has long died in the revenge of the pirates, and for this old man who is more than half a hundred years old but still devotes himself to the cause of justice, the students in the naval academy, whether they are stubborn or obedient, whether they are mediocre or geniuses, are regarded by him as the most precious family members in his life.

Seeing his family dying in front of him, how could this old man not be angry?

His arms were covered with a dull armament-colored domineering oily stickiness, and Zefa's ten fingers were clenched into fists, and as a master of physical arts, he could easily make a burst of air with every punch.

"Drink!"

Chief Instructor Zefa has no demon fruit ability, nor has he awakened the overlord color domineering, simply cultivated the physical art to his own extreme, and the armed color domineering and seeing and hearing domineering he has mastered are also at the first-class level in the naval headquarters.

The speed of the two fists is so fast that they even form a series of afterimages.

"Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang..." The

punch wrapped in thunder fury landed on Edward Weibull's fat upper body, and there was a muffled sound of beating drums continuously.

Edward Weibull didn't seem to feel much pain, as if this body was not his own, or the armed domineering body covering the body surface was actually able to be on par with the chief instructor of Zefa, and could offset a considerable part of the damage, making him fearless.

Don't look at Edward Weibull's ugly and mentally retarded appearance, when he really fights, he has the intuition of a beast.

Aware of the weakness of Chief Instructor Zefa, Edward Weibull always jumped repeatedly on the remaining four training ships, making Chief Instructor Zefa throw rats and dare not let go of his hands and feet to fight, so as to avoid the aftermath of the battle between the two to sink the warship and kill other cadets at sea.

Edward Weibull did not have such concerns at all, and often raised his hand and waved Cong Yun Che, and a half-moon arc nearly ten meters high slashed out, forcing Zefa's chief instructor to choose to carry it hard.

If Chief Instructor Zefa does not carry it, the cherished cadets behind him will fall.

The students knew that they had become a burden to Zefa's chief instructor, and they were moved to tears, but they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt and guilt, and shouted:

"Teacher Zefa, don't worry about us!"

"Shut up!"

Chief Instructor Zefa's face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily without turning his head:

"The old man doesn't need you to teach me to do things!"

Receiving Edward Weibull's strong slash again with both hands, Chief Instructor Zefa felt his arms tremble violently, it seemed that under old age and physical decline, whether it was physique or armed color domineering, it was no longer in its youth and heyday, and now some could not withstand the repeated attacks of the enemy.

"Boom!"

Chief Instructor Zefa flew out upside down, smashed two masts on the warship in a row, and the figure fell into a cabin, the doors and windows were shattered by the battle, and a large amount of wood dust filled the surroundings.

Edward Wilb sniffled and raised his hand to slap a trainee who was so stupid that he tried to stop his advance, as if chasing away an annoying fly.

The trainee was in mid-air, his head and neck twisted 180°, and he died of anger.

But Edward Wibull's brutal actions did not deter the surviving cadets.

How can they watch their beloved teacher die tragically in front of them?

"You are not allowed to hurt Zefa-sensei!"

The two cadets, one left and one right, holding swords in their hands, tried to pierce Edward Weibull's waist.

Behind him, three cadets took out their flintlock guns and fired solid bullets with dark colors at Edward Weibull's head one after another.

It's just that these cadets have only learned one or two moves of the navy and the six styles, and have not yet been exposed to armed color domineering, and with their eyesight, they cannot observe the existence of armed color domineering, and they simply do not understand that in this sea, there are no armed color domineering pirates, which are two completely different creatures.

The sword rubbed dazzling sparks on Edward Weibull's steely body, and the solid bullet explosion could not cause Edward Weibur to damage a single cold hair, but instead aroused the tyranny deep in the pirate's bloodline.

Edward Weibull's slender legs were spread, although the speed was not as fast as one of the six styles of the navy, but it was not comparable to ordinary cadets, as if he disappeared from the sight of the cadets in an instant, only to see a cold sword light streaked in midair.

Although the Cong Yunche in the hands of Edward Weibull is not the original supreme fast knife twelve in the hands of the white-bearded Edward Newgate, but it is also Miss Bajin who specially went to the country of Wano and spent a lot of money to hire famous craftsmen to create a divine weapon, even if it is not attached to the armed color domineering, it is as easy to kill as a chicken, let alone now?

Under the light of the sword, no one survived.

Under the four columns of fierce sword qi, even the other three training ships were affected, a large number of broken trees flew around, and the ships were seriously damaged.

It's a long story, but it all happened between whiskers.

When Chief Instructor Zefa came out of the ruins of the cabin tiredly, he was greeted with a scene like hell.

Blood!

There are stump and broken arms everywhere!

Those trainees who had been beside them to call Zefa-sensei affectionately were all lying in a pool of blood at this moment, unable to wake up again.

Chief Instructor Zefa was mentally stimulated, as if he had returned to the night many years ago, when his family was tragically killed by pirates.

Take advantage of your illness, it will kill you!

Edward Wieble doesn't tell you anything about benevolence and morality, seeing that the chief instructor of Zefa is losing his mind, and when the empty door is wide open, the beastly instinct prompts this big man to jump up, and the clouds in his hands are covered with armed color domineering, and a strong slash comes into being.

When Yang Ming rushed to the vicinity of the warship, he happened to see this scene, as if it was inevitable in fate, to make Chief Instructor Zefa usher in the death of a broken arm after the loss of the trainee!

At this moment, Yang Ming's pupils widened angrily, and the three-hook jade in his pupils rotated rapidly, forming a windmill-like pattern.