Pirates make jokes: Obtain eight magical skills at the beginning

A warship came slowly from afar.

On the deck, a beautiful girl took a combat posture, wearing a pair of cool-looking fists in both fists, and with a low snort, her clenched fists burst out.

With the shining light flashing on the pair of fists of the Smashing King, Tina actually blasted out a qigong wave, exploding a wave of water on the surface of the sea, setting off several meters high.

Tina raised her sweaty hair, her beautiful eyes flashed with excitement, and she hugged Yang Ming tightly with excitement.

"Finally succeeded!"

With his face buried deep in softness, and a pleasant smell lingering on the tip of his nose, Yang Ming barely struggled out of Tina's arms, and was also happy for Tina's strength to improve.

Joe Ellie Bonnie sat on the railing, her two bare feet swaying in midair, her white and tender feet were soft, and her ten toes were like white jade pearls.

She supported her chin with one hand, her mouth pouted slightly, and she looked at this scene with some discomfort, secretly gritting her teeth.

"Cut!"

"Is it great to have someone give a gift?"

The thought of someone completely forgetting her existence and not thinking about giving her a gift at all, Joelle Bonnie was angry in her heart.

Reason told Joe Ellie Bonnie that she and Yang Ming had not known each other for a long time, and they did not form a deep bond between them, and it was completely her unilateral dead face to rely on Yang Ming's side.

But if a girl is sensible, is it still a girl?

Seeing that Tina had initially mastered the equipment of the Smashing King, Yang Ming also began daily training.

Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the deck, allowing thunderbolts from the firmament to fall on him.

With each baptism of thunder, Yang Ming's muscles and flesh trembled subtly, washing his flesh from the outside in, slowly enhancing his physical fitness, and developing himself in the direction of a monster.

The warship gradually approached the island where the village of Frost Moon was located.

The island was originally inaccessible and uninhabited, but because the island was small, there was not enough soil to grow crops, farmers could not harvest enough food to survive, plus there was no characteristic product, unlike Cocoa Yasi village, which could still grow orange trees to survive, so naturally few people settled here.

But one day, after an uninvited guest came to this nameless island and set up a dojo called Isshin, many wealthy families in nearby island villages sent their children to Yishin Dojo to practice swordsmanship.

Over time, people used to name the island Frost Moon Island, and the island gradually became more populated, and the original village of Seymour Shiki was used to be called Frost Moon Village.

On the map of this sea area of the East China Sea, Frost Moon Village is only marked in very small words, and it is easy to ignore the past if you don't look closely.

Of course, no one cares about this obscure island, except for people with other purposes.

On the cliff, a green algae-headed boy is training hard, strong white teeth biting a bamboo knife, holding a bamboo knife in each hand, one end of the handle is wrapped around a rope, the other end of the rope is wrapped around the branch of the towering tree behind him, and a stone weighing tens of kilograms hangs.

"Hmph! Humph! A

fierce force erupted from his thin body, and the green algae-headed boy clenched the bamboo knife, even though the sweat of the bean was constantly sliding down, his arms and teeth were still desperately wielding the bamboo knife, and an indistinct voice came out of his mouth:

"123 times... 256 down... 359 times..."

Brandishing a bamboo knife a thousand times a day is Roroya Solon's daily lesson.

This is simply incredible among peers.

Even if he swings a knife a hundred times a day, it is enough to make the pampered child overwhelmed, and he feels that his two arms are going to be removed.

On the contrary, Roroya Solon didn't care about these things at all, and even added dozens of pounds of weight to himself.

Perhaps, this is also why, the Yixin Dojo has been open for many years and has recruited countless disciples, and only Roroya Solon can be famous all over the world.

The so-called genius, itself is 99% sweat and 1% talent, to have a genius posture.

Vulgar people always see the dazzling side of geniuses, and often ignore the hard work behind these geniuses.

Perhaps, when mediocre people see Roroya Solon cultivating so unrewardingly, they will also ask a rhetorical question:

"What are you trying to do?"

Don't forget your original intention.

Mediocre people only think about short-term benefits, enjoy everything in the present, and are unwilling to pay the price, naturally they can only live an ordinary and boring life, but never deeply reflect on what they do.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar came from far and near.

"It's going to rain?"

Roroya Solon waved the knife in his hand, and looked up at the sky with a shocked face, obviously it is still a blue sky and white clouds, how can there be thunder?

Looking in the direction where the thunder came, Roroya Solon's pupils shrank suddenly.

Roroya Solon had good eyesight, and at a glance he saw a young man of his age sitting cross-legged on a warship coming from afar, letting the thunder fall from the sky.

"Is this cultivation?"

Seeing Yang Ming's frenzied cultivation method, Luo Luoya Solon only felt a tingling in his scalp.

Roroya Solon has always believed that his cultivation method is hard enough to be proud of his peers, and for this reason he has won the praise of his masters Koshiro and Gu Yina.

But now...

Roroya Solon lowered his eyelids and looked at his cultivation method, and suddenly felt bored.

The warship slowly docked in the harbor of Frost Moon Island, and a group of naval soldiers hugged a teenager, meeting the curious eyes of the villagers of Frost Moon Village, and went straight to the Yixin Dojo.

"What do these navies want?"

Roroya Solon frowned, afraid that there would be trouble in the dojo, and immediately left from the cliff.

It is clear that the cliff is on the back mountain of the Isshin Dojo, but Roroya Solon has paid a lifetime of luck to finally overcome the road idiot attribute, and finally can see the outline of the Isshin Dojo.

This Japanese-style dojo is a Japanese-style dojo with cherry blossoms and durable planks as a group of boys and girls in practice uniforms peck at each other with bamboo knives.

Their slender arms, even wielding bamboo knives is quite difficult, let alone exert their due strength, there is not much reflection in swordsmanship, there is obviously a memory of frost moon swordsmanship in their minds, but their bodies feel very strange, and they appear sluggish and stiff between movements.

Roroya Solon pushed open the door excitedly, thinking that this group of navies was coming to find trouble with Master Koshiro, but instead saw the boy who made his scalp feel numb, sitting next to Master Koshiro at this time, talking happily with each other.

A girl with short blue hair stood beside the two obediently, wearing a decent training uniform, and a black belt tightly tied her handsome waist, pouring tea and passing water for the two from time to time.

Guina usually acts like a tomboy, and she never shows such a look when facing Roroya Solon.

Roroya Solon, a wooden man who is dull in his feelings, felt for the first time what it was like to be jealous, and his heart was filled with a slightly bitter taste, which was very uncomfortable.

"Solon is here, come over here."

Koshiro, the owner of the Isshin Dojo, is from the Frost Moon family of Wano Country, a middle-aged man who has reached the age of no confusion, with black hair tied up behind his head, a calm face, and round eyes, always looking at others with a smile.

At Koshiro's beckoning, Roroya Solon came behind him with some reluctance and stood left and right with Guina.

Koshiro lowered his head and took a sip of tea, looked at Yang Ming with a smile, and said, "

Captain Yang Ming, what do you think of the swordsmanship taught to the children in this dojo?"

From Koshiro's face, he couldn't see his inner thoughts at all, as if the smile on his face was a mask that could not be taken off, always covering his true self behind the mask.

Yang Ming ignored the slightly hostile gazes of Roroya Solon and Gu Yina, and said bluntly: "

The swordsmanship of your disciples is sparse and ordinary, and it is not worth mentioning at all."

If it weren't for the good teaching of Genshiro, plus Yang Ming's identity as a navy, in order to avoid offending the navy, with Gu Yina's temper, maybe it would not be as simple as angry at Yang Ming, but directly roll up his sleeves and want to single out Yang Ming.

Roroya Solon was much simpler, and immediately burst out:

"You guy, you have the ability to say it again!"

Guina secretly glanced at Roroyasolon approvingly, which gave Roroyasolon a booster.

Yang Ming looked at the two calmly, and said lightly: "

The swordsmanship of your disciples is sparse and ordinary, and it is not worth mentioning at all."

Hearing this, Roroya Solon immediately took out three bamboo knives and put on a three-knife flow battle posture, saying, "Three Dao-flow Solon,

please also educate!"

"In that case, then I will teach you well."

"Speak loudly!"

Roroya Solon's face turned dark, and after the two sides stood for each other, they immediately couldn't wait to attack Yang Ming.

Waving a bamboo knife with both hands and teeth, the sword wind was swung tightly, like a wild beast opening its teeth and dancing its claws, quite an aggressive momentum.

The disciples of the dojo naturally heard Yang Ming's words just now, and now they were all cheering up under the same hatred.

"Solon, come on!"

"Come on, beat up this annoying guy!"

Receiving the friendly support of his friends, especially when he noticed that Gu Yina's eyes fell on him, Roroya Solon added a little strength.

Once a bamboo knife touches the other first, it wins one point, if it touches a key part, it wins three points, and whoever wins ten points first wins.

Yang Ming ignored Roroya Solon's stormy attack, and the bamboo knife in his hand pierced straight through the weak point between the three knives, and simply slashed at the opponent's head.

The sudden pain in his head knocked Roroya Solon straight down.

"Could it be that you are actually weak?" Yang Ming paced to Luo Luoya Solon, "I'm really sorry, the strength in my eyes is measured in meters, I can't understand the difference between one centimeter and three centimeters." "