Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

One is 60% normal performance, while the other is 110% normal performance.

What's more, there is a gap between the two in basic strength.

A martial artist's own strength is the foundation, and the Wuxian Tower is the ladder to heaven!

"That's not enough. I heard that this year there will be masters from the sixth, seventh and eighth floors of the two-story pagoda participating. Even in Zhongdu, where the competition is fiercest, there seems to be masters from the three-story pagoda!" Rosen said in a solemn tone.

"Three-story tower?!" Dai Wei was startled, but then he smiled bitterly and sighed, "Isn't it true? The rewards of this year's martial arts competition are so generous, of course these masters will not miss it..."

"Little brother, one's level in the Martial Immortal Tower is not everything a martial artist has."

Behind Rosen, an old man's voice sounded. This voice was gentle and steady, and it was like a spring breeze. But Rosen and Dai Wei were shocked. They didn't notice the movement of the old man behind them at all. Even if they were in the queue, they should pay attention to the people in front and behind them, but they didn't. not found?

David Rosen looked behind Rosen. Sure enough, behind them stood an old man wearing an orange mandarin jacket and black trousers. He wore a small round hat on his head and a cat face on his face. Mask, but judging from the few strands of white beard exposed under the mask and the voice just speaking, this person must be a very old man.

"Old man, are you here to participate in the competition too? I'm sorry..." It was inconvenient for Rosen to turn around, so he leaned over and handed over his hand.

Dai Wei, who was in front of him, also saluted. This was the basic etiquette for martial arts juniors to their seniors. With such a role model as the Buxen-ryu, many martial arts sects have stricter standards for accepting disciples, especially the issue of character and style is even more important. Among them, respecting the elders and the younger ones and respecting the seniors are the most basic ones.

"Haha, I'm not. I'm here to get the number plate for my little grandson." The old man in the cat-face mask shook the registration card in his hand, and his laughing voice came through the mask, as if in his ears.

"Oh, then your grandson..." Dai Wei looked around the old man and found no young martial arts practitioners following him. He curiously wanted to ask, but was stopped by Rosen behind him.

Rosen took a breath, looked at the old man's cat-face mask with sharp eyes, and talked eloquently:

"The old man is right. The realm of Wuxian Pagoda is indeed not the only one. There are many people in this world who have poor physical aptitudes but have smooth sailing on Wuxian Pagoda. There are also many people who have made slow progress on Wuxian Pagoda. But in reality, the cultivation of skills is rapid and rapid...

"But this junior believes that if you want to become a grandmaster like Mr. Sun Wufan, your own skills and the Wuxian Fist on the Wuxian Tower are both indispensable. Although Wuxian Fist is not very useful before practicing Qigong, Great effect, but you must know that Mr. Sun Wufan, as a direct disciple of the legendary Wu Xianren, not only has peerless skills, but also left an unsurpassed record on the Wu Xian Pagoda on the virtual earth network. His name , has been hanging far away on the 18th floor of Wuxian Tower..."

"Haha... What you said is very good, young man." The old man in the cat-face mask just said this without saying anything, which made Rosen feel a little disappointed.

Seeing that the old man stopped talking, Rosen and the others continued to line up. While they were talking and chatting, the line had moved forward a lot.

"What's wrong with you?" Dai Wei turned around and asked softly.

"Have you not noticed that although this old man is wearing a mask, his words are not dull, making it sound as if he is not wearing a mask at all... This is something that requires extremely advanced qigong skills. I thought I could..." Rosen whispered, shaking his head as he spoke, feeling a little regretful.

"Oh...oh!" Dai Wei realized it later and smacked his hand.

The old man in the cat-face mask shook his head from behind and followed leisurely. After a long time, Dai Wei and Rosen in front finally completed the registration procedures and received their respective competition number plates. The two walked out of the queue, nodded to the old man in the cat-face mask, and walked away.

"Hello, please show your registration certificate for the competition." The staff member sat behind the workbench and said politely to the old man in the cat-face mask.

The old man handed it to him.

The staff member took the certificate and skillfully placed it in front of the ultra-thin laptop on his workbench (it is worth mentioning that after the virtual earth network was officially opened, the virtual earth network company cooperated with several communication companies to use the virtual earth network to The workstation is used as a link to set up a wireless network around the world), and he operated according to the ID information of the old man with a cat face mask, and he read while typing:

"Well, Sun, Wu, Kong... Haha, this name is very similar to Mr. Sun Wufan... Number 2003505A, um... Huh?!" He looked at the complete information on the computer screen in surprise, the contestants' The photo still shows his age, but UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net is actually an eight-year-old child? !

The old man wearing a cat-face mask, Sun Wuhan, noticed the surprise of the staff. He explained: "The contestant is my grandson. He went to find the bathroom, so I, the old man, lined up for him to get a number."

"Oh..." The staff member nodded, because there were many people queuing up behind Sun Wufan. Although he was puzzled, he could only say hastily, "The old man's little grandson is so young, and he actually came to participate in the World Championships." The 1 Budokai is really amazing! Come on!"

As he spoke, a round number plate was pressed into a small machine next to his laptop.

Son Wuhan took the hot number plate. The number 505 was written on the front. When he turned it over, he saw that it was the promotional text of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club. The background was a large pattern with the word "武" in it, and the design was very simple. , without losing the beauty.

"Haha, it's not bad, let's show him." Sun Wufan smiled and put the number plate in his arms, and immediately joined the queue.

Immediately after queuing up to get the number, Sun Wuhan came to the place where the crowd of spectators entered. This place is no less crowded than the player area, with men calling for friends, beautifully dressed women, chasing and playing children, all kinds of orcs, ordinary people, martial arts masters, people coming and going, very... lively.

Walking to a palm tree, Sun Wuhan and his little grandson agreed to meet here.

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"Toilet toilet toilet toilet..."

Outside the martial arts venue, a little guy with a tail was running around holding his belly. He was wearing a sleeveless blue cloth coat, light yellow loose trousers with cuffs, black thick-soled cloth shoes, a white cloth belt and wrist guards, and he looked very... Very simple. At this time, with a pair of smart and pure eyes, he was turning his head around to find where the "toilet" that his grandfather mentioned was.