Yang Cong stepped on the dock with one step, and immediately countless eyes were cast. The next second, countless people recognized the name of the long sword behind Yang Cong, Black Sword Night! The world's number one swordsman, Hawkeye's Hawkeye's sword, was actually carried on Yang Cong's body. What does this mean? Everyone's hearts were stuttering. Could it be that the world's number one swordsman was about to give way from now on?

In addition to the noise of the waves slapping on the coast, the crowd around them was silent, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing. They were still immersed in a huge shock. Suddenly someone's pupils shrank, recognized Yang Cong's identity, and said tremblingly: "He...he is the owner of a sky-high bar!"

Wow!

The silent scene was broken, and everyone was shocked. A few days ago, it was reported that the owner of a sky-high bar had the strength of a great swordsman. He killed Diamanti, a big pirate with one sword. Today he seized the throne of the world's number one swordsman and defeated Jorakel Mihawk? So far, the collapsed mangrove and the gullies that ran through the entire street have not been cleaned and repaired.

Yang Cong was not interested in paying attention to the group of people who were eating melons and walked straight towards the streets of Area 15, and returned to the sky-high bar under the gaze of everyone.

"Oh my goodness, I can't believe what happened today."

"Since the owner of the sky-high bar has seized the strongest Black Knife Ye, do you think Hawkeye will not have been killed, right?"

"Hiss...it probably won't be possible, then he is a peerless strong man after all."

"The owner of this sky-high bar is really hidden. I have seen Hawkeye's move. With a light wave of the knife, a sword energy killed a giant sea king that was several hundred meters high."

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Just as everyone was talking, a raft gradually floated from the distance where the sea and sky met. Hawkeye was sitting on it. Everyone who was talking about it was breathing suddenly, and they closed their mouths again and dared not say much.

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Hawkeye looks a little bit embarrassed than Yang Cong. After all, in the surging sea, it is inevitable that the clothes are wet by the sea. Even if everyone has speculation and preparation in their hearts, it is hard to hide their shock when they see this scene. The world's number one swordsman is really defeated!

Although he lost the showdown, no one dared to question Hawkeye's strength. His sharp eyes passed by, and all the pirates or pirate hunters lowered their heads. Hawkeye calmly passed through the crowd without explaining anything. If he lost, he would lose. Who can guarantee the strongest life? And this time, Hawkeye lost with confidence.

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In front of the bar, Yang Cong hung the supreme fast knife and black knife Ye casually on the wall, just as decoration. Anyway, the knife was too big, so he couldn't use it at all. He reached out to spread the white jade wine pot and showed it out of thin air. He raised his head and took several sips.

The drinking action was slightly paused, and Yang Cong's mouth curled up, and it was indeed...

"His Excellency Mihawk, why are you here to visit the shop soon?" Yang Cong smiled, reached out to salute, and signaled Hawkeye to sit down.

"I'm asking for swordsmanship as a loser." Hawkeye took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. The arrogant look in his eyes disappeared. The pair of hawkeye-like eyes gave people the feeling that they were no longer afraid or tenacity. A heart that seeks the peak of swordsmanship had never been lost. It's just that he has been the strongest for too long, so he thought that he was the peak of this way.

Until today, he saw the gap, the gap like a gap.

"Why should I teach you?" Yang Cong looked at Hawkeye in surprise, put down the wine pot with the lifting, and asked curiously. Although his purpose was to keep Hawkeye, he didn't expect Hawkeye to be directly on the spot.

"I can worship you as my teacher!" Hawkeye said word by word, without any embarrassment, and without caring about the fact that Yang Cong is younger than him.

"No...no." Yang Cong shook his head quickly and took a person who was dozens of years older than him as his apprentice. He was really uncomfortable: "Let's do this, there is also a male waiter in the store. You can stay for work and I will teach you sword skills as a reward."

"Okay." Hawkeye nodded without any hesitation.

"Haha, you are really decisive, the world's number one swordsman, working in my small shop, it will be laughed at if it is reported." Yang Cong raised his lips and said lightly.

"I'm no longer the world's number one, I'm Jorakel Mihawk now." Hawkeye replied, not angry, waiting for Yang Cong's advice.

"Okay, Mihawk, before teaching you sword skills, I want to ask you how many realms do you think swords are divided into?" Yang Cong smiled. How many martial arts novels he had read and exchanged for Dugu Nine Swords, and he could still fool you. Anyway, Hawkeye's own sword intent and so on don't need to be taught at all.

"Realm?" Eagle Eye was stunned for a moment, not very clear about why Yang Cong asked this, but he still spoke according to his own cognition: "Beginners, skillful tricks, iron-killing, swordsman..."

"No, no, no." Yang Cong shook his head and began to fool him: "I'm asking about swords. Your own domineering aura, sword intent, and sword energy have been tempered by you to a high level. It's hard to improve any more. The only direction you can still improve is moves and swords. I myself divide sword practice into five levels. The sharp and fierce swords are unintentional, the soft swords are invincible without moves, the great tricks are not craftsmanship, the heavy swords are not sharp, the grass, trees, bamboo and stones are not stagnant, and the last one is no swords and moves."

Yang Cong said, then raised his head and drank a sip of spiritual wine before looking at Hawkeye and said, "Just only in terms of swordsmanship, you can only understand the first three levels now. You have to practice a lot in the future. In the future, use wooden swords and practice swords without using domineeringness."

"I've been taught." Hawkeye stood up and bowed to Yang Cong solemnly, digesting the sword path that Yang Cong said. Suddenly, he felt a new look. It was not that he didn't want to become stronger, but that he had no choice, domineering aura, sword intent, sword energy? He had long refined to the point where it was difficult to improve. Sword moves were not a new way out.

"Well, the bar opens at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late for work on the first day." Yang Cong ordered, and stood up. He was about to close. He went back and forth until late at night, and he felt tired.

The corners of Hawkeye's mouth twitched for a while, and after a few breaths, he calmed down his mood. He couldn't say anything when he was at the mouth, so he could only point his head, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

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Chapter completed!