I sell my skills in Pirates

"Sengoku, what is he doing here?"

Rob Lucci was equally curious.

Sengoku had already been deprived of the position of marshal of the navy, and an idle post was arranged for him.

If you don't take care of yourself in the Navy Headquarters, why did you suddenly run to the battlefield in the East China Sea.

The same is true for others who have noticed Sengoku, not only because he was a marshal of the Navy Headquarters, but also because of the fact that the Sengoku of the Battle of the Top Ones shined.

The summoned five-clawed golden dragon can be called annihilation, like rain-like thunder, and the sea is covered with constantly jumping thunder arcs.

The memories alone make people deeply jealous.

The Warring States fell on a lonely island, in front of the library pavilion, put the goat on the ground, looked at the eagle eye and said seriously:

"Your Excellency Hawkeye, there's no need to kill because of some trivial things, the cycle of cause and effect, don't easily create a killing!"

"You're saying Mr. Karl's rules are trivial?"

Hawkeye squinted and asked, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

"Then warn you, if they are all killed, how will Mr. Karl's books be sold in the future!"

The Warring States changed their minds and followed the temptation.

"Hmph, Your Excellency Sengoku is now more and more proficient in talking!"

Hawkeye smiled proudly.

Sengoku's words obviously gave him a step down, otherwise he would kill everyone present.

And how to pick a suitable person to go to Mr. Carr to buy books.

He was still counting on this opportunity to wait for someone who could inherit the supreme kendo.

If the Warring States don't show up and give them a step, I'm afraid Hawkeye will have to put down all their swords, and whether they can survive depends on their own creation.

Hawkeye retracted his sword intent, and tens of thousands of swords and guns hovering in the air all fell.

"Yes, I am saved!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no longer any intention of making a move, and they all remained quiet, waiting for the arrangement of the library cabinet.

"Your Excellency Sengoku, you're not here to stop me, are you?"

Hawkeye asked.

"The old man is no longer a naval marshal, and he has too much free time, so he wants to find a quiet place to concentrate on Buddhism!"

Sengoku said calmly.

"Mr. Karl already has me, but I don't need a monk who recites the scriptures! “

There was a hint of jealousy in Hawkeye's tone, wanting to drive away the Warring States.

"Unless Mr. Karl says it himself, the old man will not leave. “

Warring States looked at Hawkeye and said with a solemn face:

"On an occasion like today, if you make a big move, Mr. Karl will definitely be unhappy!"

Sengoku's words reminded Hawkeye.

He was also ready to salute first and then soldier, if words could not persuade the Warring States to retreat, he really had the intention of using force.

It's just that the strength of the two of them now can't be known for a while, if it disrupts Carl's plan.

Hawkeye doesn't know what the consequences will be.

"Forget it, as long as it doesn't affect me!"

Hawkeye skimmed his face and looked ahead again.

The Warring States sat directly on the grass in the corner of the library pavilion and silently recited the scriptures.

"Now it's time to pick an inheritor to enter the house!"

A melodious voice came from inside the library, constantly echoing in the air, but there was a hint of reproach in the tone.

The reason is simple, Carl asks Hawkeye to pick a person with gifted qualifications to come into the house.

He didn't expect to wait for days, and he didn't know what Hawkeye wanted to do.

If he hadn't wanted to show his face, he would have been killed a long time ago.

Isn't it very easy to pick a gifted person among so many people!

Carl's reason for not wanting to show his face is simple, because he will be free after selling the last book.

The only people who really know his face are those who have bought books in bookstores.

It's not like he's free, and wherever he goes, he'll be surrounded by gangs whenever anyone sees him.

Just like those stars on the blue star, it feels like watching a monkey to Carl, and the whole person will be uncomfortable.

Carl's sudden recollection of voice convinced everyone on the periphery that there was someone else in the library.

While they were curious about what the mysterious figure of the Library looked like, they also looked forward to being selected to be the lucky ones to inherit the powerful power of the Library Pavilion.

"It's finally started, I don't know who's going to be chosen!"

"If only I had been chosen, I wanted to be an existence that everyone looked up to!"

"Hawkeye said that there is only one chance, which means that only one person can be inherited each time, if you are not selected, I don't know when you will wait until next time!"

"I hope I'm chosen, Mom and Dad have a know, you must bless me!"

People are excited, excited and more anticipating.

Kaido, Crockdahl, Doflamingo, Moonlight Moria, Foil, Bista, Marco and other famous figures on the sea are also unprecedented dignified.

They all knew what it meant to pass on the power of the Library.

"Is there a goal?

Sengoku asked without raising his head.

"Of course!"

Eagle eyes look ahead, and the corners of his mouth are lightly grinned.

A peach blossom suddenly flew out and landed on a raft.

"It's you, blind swordsman, I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time!"

As early as on the island of Krai Gana, the impression of convenience left an impression in the mind of Hawkeye.

Without the power inherited by Mr. Karl, the blind swordsman forcibly touched the edge of the Infinite Sword Realm with his comprehension.

Although the other party felt it by relying on the powerful perception that he had cultivated for many years of blind eyes, it was also the ability of the other party.

And just now.

When Hawkeye unleashed Edgeworth, the swords of both the Sword Hero and the Great Sword Master flew into the air uncontrollably.

Only the blind swordsman standing on the raft took the sword into his own hands, which was approved by Hawkeye.

"He?

"Why did you choose a blind swordsman, why didn't you choose me?"

"Who is he, why did the world's number one sword god Eagle Eye choose him?"

The people on the periphery looked at the blind swordsman on the bamboo raft and were extremely puzzled.

Because no matter what the other party is wearing, the boat they are on, the sound of their limbs, their fame, etc., no matter how they look at it, they don't understand where they have lost.

But although they didn't understand, they didn't dare to ask.

The same is true of those who are famous on the sea, such as Kaido and others, who do not understand and dare not ask.

The power of the light eagle eye is difficult for them to deal with, not to mention that there is now a monster-like warring state.

"Hey Blind Swordsman, you've been chosen!"

"I really don't know where the blessing came from, even someone like you can be chosen!"

"Ah, what a God's injustice!"

The person next to him reminded him.

There was dissatisfaction and indescribable sourness in his tone.

"Huh, have you chosen to be old?"

Fujitora, who had been standing in place and had a calm face, suddenly woke up as if he had fallen asleep.

"You just steal the fun, such an opportunity is a once-in-a-century opportunity!"

"Looks like we've finally won the bet this time!"

Fujitora's hand was open, and a dice were in it.

Then lift your fingers up and push the knife out of its sheath.

Fuji Tiger quickly grasped the hilt of the knife, and with a slash of the void, purple circles of light appeared behind him.

With the help of gravity, the raft moved, and the speed became faster and faster, and there were waves on the sea.

It wasn't until I reached the wooden bridge of the library that I stopped.

He jumped onto the wooden bridge, paused, and said:

"Your Excellency Hawkeye, I don't know how the old man can be chosen by you to inherit the power of the Library Pavilion!"

The corners of Hawkeye's mouth rose slightly, and he said proudly:

"I just want a match of the game. "

"You'd better pray that you can get a copy of Supreme Kendo, or you'll ......"