Start with Seshomaru form, the strongest ship deputy among all beasts

"After all, there is hope for the Supreme Sword!"

"When the time comes, you will naturally have to stay for a while."

When I talk about this, I remember when I left.

Kuina hugged his thighs and cried loudly.

Maybe they are attracted to each other.

Plus the master-disciple relationship and the contract.

The two were able to establish a deeper connection in such a short period of time.

"Ok."

Smoothie nodded.

She wasn't complaining, she was just expressing her feelings.

If she really had to choose, would she stay in Frost Moon Village for a while, or continue sailing with Linley?

The answer is almost without suspense.

It must be the latter.

"There is too little information about this kind of stone."

Beckman smoked a cigarette, looked at the endless sea in the distance, and slowly blew out the smoke ring from his mouth:

"I hope we can get the information we want in the Sabaody Archipelago."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that the restoration of Yan Mo can only adopt the original plan."

That is to say, it is just repair, not upgrade.

After all, who can guarantee that they can find the "Abyss Cold Iron"?

"It doesn't matter."

Linley shook his head.

"If you can't find it, just leave it there."

For a Yama of the level of Great Sword Twenty-one Work, the upper limit is already very clear.

I am increasingly unable to keep up with the speed at which his strength is improving.

Even if it is repaired, it may not be of much use.

After all, even his armament color is now advanced.

Moreover, the demonic power will only become stronger as time goes by.

Once the three are combined again, the power will definitely surpass the last time.

By then, I'm afraid it won't be broken into just a dozen pieces.

Once it is broken into pieces, is there any point in talking about whether to repair it or not?

It would be better to take this opportunity to solve the problem once and for all.

Compared to the fusion of demonic power and two-color domineering through Yama.

He hopes he can master this skill...

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little emotional.

(aeei) When he first went out to sea, he had three knives hanging from his waist.

And now, only the second generation Kitetsu is left alone.

no doubt.

The second generation Kitetsu has always been the strongest among the three swords.

Just as Kozaburo said.

If you practice to become a black sword, it is probably not impossible to surpass the grade of the twelfth level of the supreme sword!

Plus……

The second generation of Kitetsu has great growth potential and will grow with the nourishment of demonic power.

As time goes by, it will only become more and more fierce.

This is how he kept up with the growth of his strength.

otherwise……

I'm afraid he can only go find the Supreme Sword.

But how could the supreme sword be so easy to find?

……

Taking advantage of his free time, Lin Lei opened the system interface.

【…】

[Contract Target: Yamato, Black Maria, Jack, Katakuri, Smoothie, Beckman, Kuina (7/9)]

After contracting Kuina, he gained the return of Sword Skills (Advanced).

His contract quota increased by one again.

This proves that the previous speculation was correct.

That is.

Not only will his domineering and fruit abilities be improved dramatically, but he will also be able to obtain a place in the contract.

He also knows swordsmanship and physical skills.

This also means.

Once Beckman has mastered the art of using firearms.

He will also get a new spot.

"only……"

When Linley thought of this, he felt a little strange.

Before the contract was signed, the system reminded Beckman that he would be able to master the art of firearms in the near future.

After the contract, both talent and potential were enhanced.

I didn't expect that more than half a month has passed.

There seems to be no sign of success yet?

only……

Recently is a very general word.

The exact time cannot be determined.

"Could it be... because of the lack of an opponent?"

After all, now that Beckman was following him, he seemed somewhat at ease.

At least it was much more comfortable than when he sailed alone.

Come to think of it...

It's so stupid to meet someone on the sea.

He swung his knife out as usual.

And then it was over...

Beckman has nothing to do with it.

Even if Lin Lei is not interested in taking action occasionally.

Smoothie will also rush to come...

Beckmann, on the contrary, is becoming more and more like the image of a helmsman.

Realizing this, Linley had some vague ideas in his mind.

……

Next, time passed quietly as the three of them sailed and practiced.

Because the destination is still clear.

Plus Beckman's superb sailing skills.

Except for stopping on small islands along the way or on the shore for supplies.

We sailed towards the Chabao Archipelago along almost the best sailing route.

That day, when they were still several days away from the Chabaoti Archipelago.

At some point, a huge and imposing ship quietly approached the boat of the three people...

【070】A moron with no IQ

On the magnificent deck of a huge ship.

A man wearing a square transparent mask on his head was lying comfortably on a lounge chair, basking in the sun.

Beside him, several servants in black suits were waiting respectfully.

From time to time, she wiped his sweat and gave him water, and reported something to the man:

"Charles Saint..."

"That group of human traffickers are rushing to the Sabaody Archipelago. It is said that there are a lot of fresh 'goods' on their ship this time. I believe it will satisfy you!"

"is it?"

"The last batch of goods was pretty good, but if this one doesn't give me a refreshing feeling..."

"Don't worry, that group of people knows your preferences best, don't they?"

Only then did Saint Charles nod his head in satisfaction.

He leaned his head forward slightly and took a sip of the drink the servant handed him.

One bite.

His brows wrinkled slightly.

It was because of his reaction.

The servant immediately threw the drink into the trash can.

Replace it with a new product.

Seeing this, his brows finally relaxed.

"How far is it to the Chabaoti Archipelago?"

"Saint Charvis, it will probably take three more days!"

"Three days? Tell them to speed up, or they'll waste our time!"

"Yes!"

The servant had just left.

The ship suddenly shook slightly.

Very slightly.

But Saint Charles, who had nothing to do, still felt it.

He looked around suspiciously, and his face suddenly darkened:

"Why did the speed slow down?"

"Shouldn't we ask them to hurry up?"

"Sorry sorry..."

The servant saw that Saint Chalves seemed a little angry.