People are pirates, start with a Nika fruit

Another month passed.

In the early morning, Faith opened the door of the stone house and strode out.

His target was a large mountain deep in the forest in the distance.

This huge mountain stands tall, thousands of meters high, with rugged rocks, scattered pines and cypresses, and winding paths.

Faith walked to the foot of the mountain, where there was a pile of cloud iron cubes several meters high and weighing hundreds of tons. They had sharp edges and corners, reflecting the dim light of the morning sun.

Behind Yun Tie, there was a newly opened deep path, but the trees on both sides of the path seemed to have been damaged. They were all broken from the middle of the trunks, and the broken branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground.

Faith stepped forward, inserted his hands deeply into the cloud iron, and then gritted his teeth and raised it above his head. His big muscles were bulging like a horned dragon, and his heart beat violently, transporting the surging blood into the veins that stood out like green snakes. in the blood vessels.

Then he slowly squatted down, then jumped up, using a leapfrog style, and slowly headed towards the top of the mountain.

Every step he took was like an earthquake, leaving deep pits beneath his feet.

boom boom boom --

Deafening roars continued to sound in the mountains, startling birds and some wild beasts. They looked at the shaking mountains blankly and were at a loss.

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, but Faith was not afraid. He could feel that every time his heart contracts and expands, it is like the operation of a powerful engine, bursting out a large amount of fresh blood into all parts of the body, providing himself with powerful energy.

Just when he couldn't hold on and reached the limit, and when his muscles continued to be torn, black flames would slowly rise in his body, nourishing every cell in his body, allowing his physical strength to increase all the time.

Faith had not experienced this feeling of becoming stronger for a long time.

Now, with the breakthrough of his body, it appears again.

His body muscles seemed to have no limit, and new strength was constantly emerging in accordance with the rhythm of his heart.

After each damage and repair, the cells are reborn and become stronger and stronger.

It's so, so wonderful.

Until now, Faith almost understood that this flame of resurgence was actually the power hidden deep in his body. This power was transformed in the laboratory and displayed in the form of flames.

In the final analysis, it is to show one's own vitality in the form of flames.

It can repair scars and help you continue to make breakthroughs.

In this case, Faith finally figured out that when he transfers his life force to others, he himself will become weak.

So as long as you help others heal, you will feel that it is very draining.

but.

As long as the vitality is in one's body, it can circulate endlessly, constantly repair one's own scars, and provide surging power.

In the final analysis, it is because the vitality never leaves the body, it is always in the body and exists in another way.

In short, as long as Faith is willing, his body is an out-and-out perpetual motion machine.

"I don't know how the laboratory created such a body. It's really a miracle." Faith sighed sincerely.

After figuring out the general situation, Faith restarted physical exercise more than a month ago.

This time, I continued to test wildly on the edge of the limit, working harder and risking my life even more.

His physical strength was like a rocket, constantly climbing upwards, reaching an incredible point.

The whole body is as if made of fine steel, the blood is as thick as mercury, and the heart is more powerful. Every time it beats, it seems to have the sound of thunder, and the strength has more than doubled.

The armed domineering energy closely related to the body has also become more surging, with the total amount increased by [-]%.

Powerful, extremely powerful! ?0?2

After this time, Faith felt that he was completely unafraid of any strong person who cultivated his body, and he already had the strength to keep pace with Whitebeard.

You can even get a glimpse of Rocks’ style.

"All we have to do is wait for this time to return to the pirate group and give it a try."

Feisi thought this in his mind, but his feet did not stop jumping, but moved firmly towards the top.

After several hours, Faith finally reached the top of the mountain.

His whole body looked like he had been fished out of water, wet from head to tail.

He lay on the ground, without any strength in his body, and kept breathing heavily.

The lungs are like bellows, constantly beating to absorb oxygen from the air, and only slowly spit it out when the oxygen is almost exhausted.

This breath was very long, and it made a sound in the air, turned into a strong wind, and floated into the distance.

Then, the black flames of recovery burned fiercely, constantly repairing the damaged cells in the body.

About ten minutes later, Faith jumped up from the ground and became lively again.

With a thought, hot breath spurted out from his body, drying the sweat on his clothes. Then he strode towards the cloud iron stone, carried it with all his strength, and headed towards the foot of the mountain again.

Over and over again, going in the morning and returning in the evening.

In this way, Faith guided the Sky Island Councilors and Guards to practice every now and then, and the rest of the time was spent in practice.

Before I knew it, another half month had passed.

As of today, it happens to be the end of the third month.

In the morning, Faith got up early and started packing.

Suddenly, he felt a warm and soft body hugging him from behind, and then heard Mosi's pleasant voice asking: "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I still have a lot of things to do."

Faith said softly that Mosi had basically taken care of her daily life in the past few months. The two of them had done everything they should and shouldn't do, and their relationship had become clearer.

"Then when are you coming back?"

Mosi made no attempt to persuade him to stay. She knew that the brother next door in front of her had grown into an upright man with his own ideas and responsibilities.

As for me, I just need to support you silently from behind.

"If it's quick, within two years!"

Faith thought about it for a while, and before he knew it, time had come to the spring of [-] in the Hainan calendar, and the Battle of the Valley of the Gods would be in the coming year.

In this year, he must control the foundation of Rocks Pirates as much as possible, and wait until Rocks falls so that he can receive the inheritance.

As for the Battle of the Valley of the Gods, he will also fight in person as a way of repaying Rocks for his care over the past few years.

"Okay!" Moss couldn't help biting her plump lips when she heard that the time was so long, and stared at Faith with charming eyes.

After a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind and grabbed Faith's big hand that was packing her luggage.

"What's wrong?" Faith turned around and looked at Moss with some confusion.

"It's nothing, sister, I just want to..."

Moss pushed Faith down on the bed, then pressed her whole body down, and murmured in Faith's ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "Squeeze you dry."

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