Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Your grandfather?

Your master?

I know?

The tall middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He had already subconsciously guessed something, but he really couldn't believe it... But the name of the little opponent in front of him kept echoing in his ears: Sun Wukong! Sun Wukong! Sun Wukong!

"He... is actually the grandson of Mr. Sun Wuhan? His disciple?!"

"Really or not, a descendant of Mr. Sun Wuhan?!!"

The martial arts masters under the ring were all shocked. This identity is really incredible! Not only that, but some of the more sensitive people among them were suddenly frightened and suddenly turned their heads to look at the old man who was talking to Sun Wukong in the audience. Is it possible? ! ! !

More and more people are realizing this, including the referees on the stage and Sun Wukong's opponents. They all cast their shocked eyes to Sun Wuhan's position in the audience, but the old man they saw was clearly He doesn’t look like Mr. Son Gohan!

At this time, Wu Tian frowned next to Sun Wuhan, looking slightly unhappy.

"Let's race faster."

His cold voice rang in the ears of everyone up and down the No. 5A ring, and it was at this moment that these people suddenly noticed such a person next to Sun Wuhan. Who was he? ! Why haven't you noticed him before? !

These people all looked over carefully and saw that this man had a young face, but he had medium-length gray-white hair hanging down the back of his head. Not only that, he also had the same gray-white beard on his chin.

"Grandpa!" Sun Wukong called on the stage. He tilted his head, somewhat confused about the strange atmosphere at the scene.

Wu Tian nodded. Of course he would not blame the innocent Sun Wukong.

In the crowd, the reporter carrying the camera remembered Sun Wufan's identity. Looking at Wu Tian again, although his appearance was different and he became younger than in historical data, his hairstyle remained the same! The temperament hasn’t changed! He was even accompanied by Son Wuhan who seemed to have changed his appearance! The little boy on the stage who is suspected to be Son Gohan's grandson calls him Grandpa!

The identity of this person is almost ready to be revealed! !

"Wu..." Some people could not help calling out this legendary name, almost moaning in sleep. Everyone was like children on pilgrimage, either with doubts, confusion, or confusion. They were dubious, but without exception they were all excited. If it was really that person, if it was really his old man.

Wu Tian narrowed his eyes, and his voice was directly remembered in everyone's minds. The peaceful spring breeze calmed everyone's excitement. He said silently: "I said... hurry up and compete."

Only then did everyone's spiritual sea, which almost surged into waves, calm down.

"Ah, this... yes, yes, then, the second match of the arena qualifiers begins now!" The referee was aroused as if he had just woken up from a dream, and immediately shouted into the headset to announce.

Sun Wukong made the starting move... At this time, people suddenly realized that before, they thought that this child was just imitating the Wusenryu starting move. Now that he thought about it, he was Sun Wuhan's grandson and direct disciple! The disciple of Immortal Wu! If you don’t use Wuxian-ryu’s starting moves, whose ones should you use?

"Then..." Sun Wukong's tall, middle-aged opponent no longer dared to be careless. He mustered up all his energy, bowed to the little boy Sun Wukong in a polite manner, and said in a deep voice, "Please give me more advice!"

"Hey!" Sun Wukong's eyes were filled with excitement. He was so happy that he could compete with so many masters today!

Everyone held their breath and watched the fight that was about to break out in the ring. Looking back now, they suddenly felt that this fight was also extraordinary... You must know that one of them was Mr. Son Wuhan, who had been the best martial arts club in the world for ten consecutive years. grandson! The apprentice of the peerless master who is known as the world's best master under the martial immortals!

No wonder! No wonder!

No wonder he is already so powerful at such a young age!

No wonder they just couldn't find anyone in their hearts who could teach such a disciple!

Who can compare to Sun Wufan?

Who can compare with Wu Xianren's disciple?

"Ha, you must have been recognized." Hathaway said with a chuckle in Wu Tian's ear, but his glasses were in the stands, fighting against the tall middle-aged man Sun Wukong who was not falling behind at all.

Wu Tian just squeezed her soft palm and shook his head without saying a word.

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A small rural town in the outer suburbs of the Western Capital.

In a dilapidated small hotel, a group of three masters and apprentices took a break after being tired from the journey.

The little bald man with a pale face and rosy cheeks walked into the room and saw the twelve-year-old senior brother looking at the TV in the room with three eyes without blinking. He walked over and asked: "Tianjin, are you watching?" What?"

The twelve-year-old Tianjin fan had no expression on his face. He looked at the TV screen with snowflakes flying everywhere, and saw the long-tailed boy fighting against the tall and strong man in the qualifying ring. This boy was even younger than him and looked to be only seven years old. He was about eight years old, but when he fought against that strong warrior, UU Kanshu www.uukanｓshu.net did not fall behind at all.

Tianjin Fan has watched several games, and this little boy with a tail has never come off the ring! He seemed to be tireless. After defeating an opponent, he immediately faced the next opponent with energy and interest!

This kind of pure attitude of welcoming the strong and getting braver with each battle makes Tianjin fans really scared!

At the same time, a feeling of eagerness arose in his heart, and his three eyes were shining with inexplicable brilliance... I really want to fight with this guy!

"Tianjin, I think you are better." Dumpling said after looking at it for a while.

Tianjin Fan shook his head and said nothing. To be honest, he felt the same way. As a talented warrior, self-confidence is an essential quality. He desperately wanted to fight Sun Wukong on the screen, and he was more influenced by the opponent's high martial arts fighting spirit, but he did not feel that he would be weaker than the opponent.

Blinking his eyes, Tianjin Fan suppressed his turbulent mood and turned off the TV whose signal was not very good.

"Where's the master?" he asked his junior brother Dumpling.

"In his room, he seems to be washing his feet." Dumpling replied.

Tianjin Fan nodded, put on a white roll-sleeved vest, opened the door and left. Dumpling was thinking in the room, what was Tianjin looking for the master for? Looking at the blacked out TV screen, Dumpling stared with scary big eyes, like a little zombie.

"Duh duh duh."

"It's Tianjin rice, come in."

Tsurumi's old voice came from the room. Tianjin Fan silently turned the door handle, but it was unlocked. After walking in, he saw the master wiping his feet with a towel after washing his feet. Tianjin Fan hurriedly walked forward and squatted down. Tsurumi also threw the towel for wiping his feet to him. Tianjin Fan respectfully wiped Master's feet. .

(To be continued.)