Pirates making memes: get eight magic skills at the beginning

The deep sea prison can be said to be a place isolated from the world. Even after returning to it many days later, Yang Ming found that there was still not much change here.

The deputy warden, Domino, looked at Yang Ming from the corner of his eyes from time to time, his beautiful eyes sparkled, and there were slight ripples in his heart.

Back then, she once joked with Director Magellan:

"This son has the appearance of a general."

Not more than two years have passed since that day, Yang Ming jumped several notches, and now he is the youngest brigadier general in the history of the navy.

Strictly speaking, Yang Ming is already at the same level as the deputy warden Domino, how can she not be surprised?

It's just a pity that Yang Ming didn't seem to notice the prying of the deputy warden Domino, which made this ascetic beauty somewhat sad. She looked up at the four girls beside Yang Ming, Tina, Kalifa, Ian, and Bonnie, Each has its own characteristics and is graceful and charming. Her proud figure seems to have lost its color in front of the four girls.

"Should I find an opportunity to resign from the director and jump to work under Yang Ming's command?"

Staying in the deep sea prison, although the job is stable, but basically you can see the end at a glance, and you have been doing repetitive work throughout your life. There is not much room for advancement and a colorful life. This is for anyone who is young. For women, it is unbearable.

If Director Magellan knew that his right-hand man was thinking about job-hopping, he might not be able to keep calm and continue talking and laughing with Yang Ming, and he might even want to drive him away.

When the group entered the deep sea prison, Yang Ming took the time to check the system prompts.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines in Naruto and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

Yang Ming's attention fell on the lottery roulette, which was invisible to others.

Summoned characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi...

Ninjutsu/Tejutsu: Jutsu of Fireball, Jutsu of Water Dragon, Jutsu of Darkness...

Blood Successor Boundary: Ice Escape, Magnetic Escape, Melting Escape, Explosive Escape...

[Thunder Escape Kylin]: Guide the natural thunder and lightning to form a large-scale killing skill.

The basement floor, Red Lotus Hell.

The prison road is spacious, with rows of cells on both sides. The smell of dried blood wafts in the air. From time to time, the prisoner's howls while being tortured can be heard in the cells, as well as the sound of jailers waving thorns and iron whips.

Under Yang Ming's suggestion, the deep sea prison has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few years. Prisoners from all over the country have not only failed to fill up the cells here, but have endowed this old prison with infinite vitality. , Whenever a new prisoner arrives, the jailers will cheer, as if they have found a new joy.

Oil lamps were hung on the wall, and under the flickering dim light, the crooked shadows of Yang Ming and his party were drawn.

Following the dim light, one can see strange patterns engraved on the floor of the prison. Ordinary people can't see any signs from the pattern that day. Only Yang Ming knows that it is the refining of the sage's stone. The array is something that shouldn't exist in this world.

A corner of the prison was not only filled with the smell of dampness and blood, but also a faint breath of death filled the air.

The eyes of the criminals sitting in the prison were dull, as if they had lost their souls, and they let out silly laughter from time to time, which was completely different from the ferocious performance when they did crimes in the sea. I am afraid that even the people who have been harmed by these criminals stand here , and they were unable to identify the true identities of these people, and perhaps they would feel a little bit of pity.

A good person does good deeds all his life, but once he does one bad deed, his reputation will be ruined for a lifetime.

But bad people do bad things all their lives, and they only need to do one good thing to be praised by the world.

Yang Ming had a hard heart, and ignored the gazes of the criminals in the prison. In his dictionary, the four words "extrajudicial grace" never existed, but the four words "deserved punishment" were at the forefront.

On the other hand, the two newcomers, Ai En and Binz, have too little knowledge and experience, and are easily confused by the current situation of these sinners. With solemn expressions, they had no choice but to swallow their doubts in their stomachs.

After walking for a while, Yang Ming finally saw Shiliu of the Rain.

The chief warden of the deep sea prison was sitting on a chair, earnestly sharpening the famous knife Thunderstorm on the whetstone.

I haven't seen him for a long time. Shiliu, the watchman of the long rain, is still the same. He is tall and burly, and he is dressed in black and white. Cold, with a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, he often reveals a wicked smile.

Rather than saying that Shiliu of the Rain, the Warden, is a navy, it is better to say that he is more like a heinous big pirate. The killing intent unintentionally emanating from his body alone makes Ain, Binz and others feel like they are on the verge of death. The enemy, subconsciously put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, making a gesture to draw the knife out of its sheath.

"You came."

Sensing Yang Ming's arrival, Shilieu of the Rain paused in his hands.

He turned his head, and those cold and sharp eyes like vultures paused on Yang Ming for a moment, as if he could see the countless souls lingering around Yang Ming, and there was a sense of recognition in his eyes.

Yang Ming took out a transfer order from the Navy Headquarters from his bosom, on which was the unique seal of the Marshal of the Warring States Period, and said:

"The outside world is so wonderful, I'm here to keep my promise and take you out to see it."

Shiliu of the Rain stood up slowly, with a height of more than two meters. His burly figure stood like a pitch-black iron tower standing on the ground, casting a long oblique shadow under the dim light of the butter lamp on the wall.

"Captain, I have a small request."

The corners of Shilieu of the Rain raised his mouth slightly, and said:

"Before I leave the deep sea prison, can I have a discussion with you."

"I want to see how far away I am from you now."

Sensing Shiliu of the Rain's rising fighting spirit, Yang Ming thought for a while, and probably knew that this was the opponent's old problem.

It can be said that as a navy, Shiliu of the Rain is bloodthirsty and is a failed soldier.

Shiliu of the Rain is like the demon sword Onitsu, who cannot simply use goodness and evil as the criterion for judging. Only the king who can control this person can display his true talent, and will not be buried in the deep sea far away from the world. In the big prison.

The news of Yang Ming's capture of Drought Jack alive disappeared, and anyone who asked casually would be able to find out.

Maybe Shiliu of the Rain heard the news and couldn't help itching and wanted to compete with Yang Ming.

"it is good!"

Yang Ming knew that if he didn't agree to Shiliu of the Rain's request, he would be relentless, so he might as well take this opportunity to give him a hard blow, so that he can understand that if he doesn't move forward, he will only be kept distanced by himself .

"This is not a place to compete, let's go to the ground."

It has been nearly two years since the last time Yang Ming and Shiliu of the Rain exchanged views. The battle between the two sides almost shook the foundation of the deep sea prison, which has left a deep impression on Director Magellan.

Hearing that the two were going to compete again, Director Magellan was taken aback, and quickly ordered the jailers to clear the passage and move important things from the ground back to the ground to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

Director Magellan had chosen a position with a wide view early and stood there. This general-level fighter was two meters away, wearing a pitch-black uniform of the director, with blue-faced fangs and a pair of horns on his forehead. Wearing a black batwing outfit behind him, he stared intently at the two people who were facing each other, and asked the deputy warden Domino beside him:

"Domino, what do you think?"

The deputy warden, Domino, frowned and pondered for a moment, a little uncertain about Yang Ming's strength now.

But because Shiliu of the Rain is the head guard, she is quite familiar with the other party's situation. After hesitating for a moment, she said:

"It's about [-]-[-] between the two."

This is a tricky answer, and neither side is offended.

Shiliu of the Rain slowly drew his sword out of its sheath. The famous sword Thunderstorm was red gold in color, with a red handle, a golden nose, a red scabbard, and a golden blade.

The famous knife Thunderstorm has a spirit, as if it sensed that it was about to fight a powerful enemy, the blade trembled and buzzed lightly, and the light of the knife shone with red blood, as if eager to drink the blood of the strong.

There is what kind of master, there is what kind of knife.

I have to say that the famous sword Thunderstorm and Shiliu of the Rain are a perfect match.

Seeing that Yang Ming hadn't pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist, Shiliu of the Rain frowned, and said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Captain, you don't plan to use the knife, do you?"

I don't know when it started, the sky was overcast.

Between lightning and thunder, bursts of thunder reflected Yang Ming's tall and straight figure.

Yang Ming directly entered the state of thunderous transformation, with traces of azure blue arcs lingering all over his body, and his hair stood upside down like barbs. He raised his right hand above his head, pointed his index finger at the sky, and said in a flat tone:

"To defeat you, there is no need to use a knife."

Shiliu of the Rain was not a kind-hearted lord, even though Yang Ming had already subdued him, a smugness could not help but surfaced on his face at this time.

At this time, nothing is as direct as the actual combat results.

Shiliu of the Rain didn't say a word, and took small steps on his feet. He had long been familiar with the six-style shaving of the navy, and he had improved compared to two years ago, reaching a terrifying speed of [-] meters per second, leaving behind a series of remnants film.

Facing the opponent in front of him, Yang Ming calmly ordered his execution like a god of thunder descending.

"Kirin!"

"Rumble! Rumble!"

Amidst the roar of thunder, dozens of thunderbolts as thick as buckets descended from the sky.

Lei Ting was in mid-air, and suddenly changed shape, forming a huge monster named Qilin.

The unicorn is not the king of Ming.

At this moment, the world paled.

When he saw the unicorn thunder descending from the sky, Shilieu of the Rain's pupils shrank suddenly, shrinking into a needle-like shape. At the moment when Qian lost consciousness, only one sentence appeared in his mind:

"Fuck!"