Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

God Piccolo always looked at the arena where the competition was taking place, frowning and said: "I'm just very puzzled. The alien child who gave me a very unknown feeling at the beginning, now has such a calm and upright attitude, and even has a faint trace of anger. You are so righteous, this... this is really incredible, what did you do that day?"

That day?

Sun Wuhan and Hathaway exchanged glances, and they knew very well the "day" that God Piccolo was talking about. He must be referring to the day when Wu Tian sealed the other side of Sun Wukong's personality that turned into a giant ape!

"I just helped this child sweep the dust in his heart into the garbage." Wu Tian finally turned around. He did not refuse the peek of God Piccolo that day. He looked at the middle-aged man with a mustache behind him and said with a smile, "On the contrary, God, your skill has improved over the past few years, which is impressive."

"Ha... don't laugh at me." God Piccolo first thought deeply about the first half of Wu Tian's words, and then smiled bitterly at the second half of Wu Tian's words. He shook his head and sighed, "It's been so many years. , this bit of progress I have made is really a small achievement compared to you, Wu Tian... On the other hand, I haven't had time to thank you for your non-killing sentiment towards Bick."

After saying that, he actually bowed slightly to Wu Tian and solemnly thanked him.

"There is no need to despise yourself. You are just...as a Namekian, you are not complete." Wu Tian took a deep look at the God Piccolo, "As for Piccolo...you will die if he dies. If you get the dragon ball, it will disappear, which is what I don’t want to see.”

Wu Tian turned around and looked at the arena.

God Piccolo smiled bitterly and shook his head, also looking towards the ring.

At this time in the ring, the eight-year-old Sun Wukong had already beaten his opponent to the ground with an absolutely overwhelming advantage. He was losing ground in the ring, looking confused and at a loss. This is because Sun Wukong has never fought against an outsider martial artist, so he has been dragged down by his opponent until now.

Not only the guy who was sparring with Sun Wukong on the field was confused, but everyone watching below, including the next contestants, ordinary spectators, media reporters, and even the referees, were all so shocked that they said no. Speak up.

God Piccolo was also looking at the scene on the ring, but he was muttering to himself: "Are the Namekians..." He was stunned. His life experience had been made clear to him by Wu Tian as early as that year. In fact, He also made some guesses in his early years.

He shook his head and sighed: "No, since I chose to separate, it is the path I chose. Unless the earth reaches the moment when I have to merge with Piccolo, I will never merge with him... But with you on the earth If so, will there still be such a crisis moment?" God Piccolo said with a smile.

Wu Tian was noncommittal and said in an unpredictable tone: "Maybe, who knows..."

Just this sentence made the god Piccolo frown behind Wu Tian, ​​thinking deeply. Hathaway and Sun Wuhan looked at each other and neither of them interrupted indiscriminately. They had only heard Wu Tian mention it in the past, but had not really contacted him, so they didn't know what to say now.

In his heart, Sun Wuhan was not surprised at all that his master could talk to the gods of the earth in such a transcendent manner. When he was very young, he had already regarded his master as a real living god on the earth, even if Wu Tian treated him I have said that there are so-called gods living in the sky of the earth, and this belief has never wavered.

To sum it up... the low posture that God Piccolo showed when talking to Wu Tian made Sun Wuhan, who was Wu Tian's direct disciple, feel very comfortable, as if he was scratching an itch, and he was very proud of it. feeling.

"The winner... Contestant Sun Wukong!"

On the ring, the referee looked at the man who fell to the ground and counted the seconds to ten before announcing the winner of the first ring match. Everyone has not woken up yet... Why? Why is such a kid so fast? Not only the speed of action, but also the speed of punching put many martial arts masters in the audience to shame!

Why?

Where did this kid come from?

Everyone is a practitioner, and of course they know that if they are just fast, they will never be able to defeat their opponents so quickly with such a big size difference. And judging from the situation of the game just now... this person is probably less than ten years old. The little baby is not only fast in punching, but his punching power is definitely not to be underestimated!

Oh my God, what the hell is going on?

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but feel a sense of shame from the bottom of their hearts: "Have I practiced martial arts on dogs for so many years?" What were they doing when they were as old as this kid on the stage? Playing in mud? Or did you kneel down within three minutes of doing a horse stance?

How shameful! Ashamed!

After the referee declared him the winner, Sun Wukong smiled, bowed slightly to his fallen opponent, and saluted with his palms together.

Young, strong, and so far, he knows etiquette and etiquette, he is very measured when taking action (not to use dirty tricks to be upright), and he is not arrogant when he wins... These qualities can't help but make the potential opponents in the audience nod in their hearts.

"Excuse me, little contestant Sun Wukong... do you want to go down and rest, or continue the competition?" The referee did not dare to look down on Sun Wukong anymore, no matter how young he was, UU read a bookwww.uukanｓ. net Because martial arts is originally a field where masters come first.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but look at where Sun Wuhan and the others were in the audience.

Sun Wuhan smiled and said: "Wukong, do you still want to fight?"

Sun Wukong's face was rosy. This was because his energy and blood were active after the warm-up exercise. He raised an innocent smile and nodded heavily: "I think!"

"Then go ahead."

So Sun Wukong looked back at the referee. The referee was stunned, and then said into the headset: "Well...then, since Sun Wukong player chooses to continue to defend the ring, please invite the next contestant to come on stage to attack. Which one is there?" Are you willing to go on stage?"

"I come!"

A tall middle-aged man jumped onto the stage, saluted Sun Wukong in a dignified manner, and said in a deep voice: "Little boy, I respect your great kung fu, so don't blame the uncle for bullying the younger!"

"No, I'm very happy to be able to fight against so many masters!" Sun Wukong looked at him with innocent eyes and performed fighting etiquette. The tall middle-aged man was stunned by Sun Wukong's pure eyes. He shook his head with a wry smile and asked doubtfully: "Little boy, who is your master? From your name, does it belong to Mr. Sun Wufan?" Admirer?"

What kind of master must be the person who can teach such an outstanding child.

The tall middle-aged man thought so.

Not only the middle-aged people, but also other people in the audience also wanted to know whether they had heard of this magical little boy Sun Wukong who appeared out of nowhere and who his master was. At the same time, they also mentally reviewed a long list of martial arts masters who had long been famous in the main city of Wu Xian on the virtual earth network, but they did not think that there was anyone who could teach such a genius as Sun Wukong.

But Sun Wukong said strangely: "Hey, do you know my grandfather? My master is my grandfather!".

(To be continued.)