Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

The sun was shining brightly, the crowd was crowded, and the entrance passage to the world's number one martial arts venue was very noisy.

Bulma walked alone among the crowd. She was dressed fashionably, with a white T-shirt over a black vest and a pair of short hot pants, generously revealing a pair of long white legs. She was full of youthful beauty, especially her temperament, which was elegant and elegant, attracting many people along the way. eyeball.

At this time, a pig-headed man squeezed over and saw Bulma's eyes gleaming. The girl glared at her fiercely and looked away in a sullen voice.

"You damn pig head, are you taking advantage of the chaos to take advantage of others?" Bulma knew Oolong's nature well, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Oolong was not willing to talk to this woman about this, and muttered: "Okay, okay, let's go watch the game! I wonder if that guy Yamcha can enter the quarterfinals?"

"Who knows him!" Bulma swung his ponytail and walked in front.

As we approached the ring area, the crowd became denser and denser, making it almost impossible to squeeze in.

"Haha, Bulma, I entered the quarterfinals!" Yamcha's voice came from the side. He came out of the player area, squeezed over, and waved and shouted happily.

Behind him, the bald Klin followed cunningly.

"You're so awesome, what's the point of being proud of entering the top eight?" Bulma rolled her eyes at Yamcha.

Yamcha shook her finger proudly, "NoNoNo, you don't know. In this competition, there are Monkey King, Turtle Immortal, and those two guys who seem to be very strong in kung fu. If I meet any of them, I don't think so. It’s very difficult to advance!”

"What about me, have I been ignored?" Klin said dissatisfiedly behind Yamcha.

"Huh?" Yamcha then noticed that someone was following him out. He turned around and said in surprise: "You're not..."

"You are Sun Wukong's classmate, hello." Bulma greeted with a smile.

"Although we are from the same sect, my kung fu is basically taught by Wukong." Klin said honestly and courteously.

Yamucha was stunned and said with a smile: "Why, Turtle Immortal he..."

For some reason, he originally wanted to make a few jokes, but he seemed to wake up and suddenly stopped when he thought of something. His face turned pale and he did not dare to speak any more.

Bulma chuckled and said: "That boy Sun Wukong is quite powerful."

Klin nodded in agreement, and then secretly peeked at Bulma... Bulma felt strange when he looked at him like this, so he asked: "Is my face dirty? Why do you look at me like this? "

"Ah, no, um... I just want to ask, what is the relationship between you and Wukong? I heard -" Klin asked mischievously, and suddenly closed his mouth.

"Klin! Come on, it's time to compete!" Sun Wukong called to Klin not far away.

well! No gossip arrived! Colin left dejectedly.

"What the hell, my relationship with Sun Wukong? What relationship do we have?" Bulma crouched with her hands on her hips, watching Krillin walk away and join Sun Wukong.

Yamcha said jokingly: "Yeah, this little bald guy doesn't think that Wukong has a crush on you, right? By the way, does Wukong know how to fall in love?"

Bulma said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Wukong is just a child. Don't think about Wukong with your fancy mind!"

"It's my fault, then I'll go to the competition first." Yamcha shook his head.

Like Bulma, he never regarded Sun Wukong as a "man" because of his age, height and personality, but only as an innocent "boy".

A philanderer and a nymphomaniac, these two will have to break up sooner or later... Oolong looked around and muttered in his heart.

Suddenly, the crowd cheered, and Bulma became strong, pushing to the front with an own goal, and saw the two people walking onto the ring to prepare for the first game...

"Who is this person?" Wulong pulled the wall and looked at the two people on the ring.

One, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, had dark skin, was lean and tall, wore shabby clothes, and was barefoot. When he came on stage, he had his hands clasped together and his eyes closed, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, and a red dot between his eyebrows.

Opposite him was an old man with short silver hair and black cloth. His face looked familiar, and Oolong was confused about this person.

Bulma said angrily: "So and so, isn't that the Turtle Immortal?"

Oolong was really shocked and glared: "Are you kidding me? Is this old man the old pervert from Kame Sennin? These are two completely different people!"

Look at that body, as tall and straight as a pine tree, look at that temperament, and look like a fairy. Once you stand there, you can't help but feel a sense of admiration. But the original Turtle Immortal, it's better not to speak, he looks like a serious person. As soon as people talk, especially when they mention women, their secrets are immediately revealed and their obscene nature is exposed.

"Yeah, the change is a bit big." Bulma murmured.

Behind the ring, in the contestant area, Klin was leaning against the wall to look at the ring, and said with a smile: "I have never seen Master take action seriously."

Sun Wukong leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated, raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "You will see it in the finals."

I added in my mind: I haven’t seen it either...

Ever since Sun Wukong met his master, Wu Xianren, Wu Xianren has always been superior, with strength that can overwhelm the entire earth. Now is probably Sun Wukong's only chance to fight against his master at a similar level of power.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong, who was naturally warlike, couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"Well, that's right. Looking at this man's expression of bitterness and hatred, he doesn't look like someone who can make Master take action seriously." Klin thought for a while and said.

"Game start!"

After the referee with a mustache stirred up the atmosphere for a while, he shouted into the microphone.

"Oh!!" The audience was also very proud and cheered.

Nan Wu released his palm, opened his eyes, and said firmly, "Old sir, you are very strong, but I will not give up, for the sake of the village, for everyone..."

He seemed to be chanting to cheer himself up and increase his confidence.

"...It's you, I remember." Wu Tian stared at Na Wu for a while, and finally remembered who this was. Isn't he the desert youth who came to the metropolis to buy water in the animation? Wu Tian shook his head, ignored Na Wu, and walked to the edge of the ring.

Nan Wu was stunned for a moment, and the referee was also confused by Wu Tian. He hesitated and said: "The mysterious Wu Tian player walked to the edge of the ring. What is he going to do? Is it some special tactic? Ah, he...he is telling the audience Did a female audience member speak?"

"Bulma, give me an empty capsule." Wu Tian stretched out his hand.

"Oh, okay." Bulma obeyed subconsciously and took out an empty capsule from the capsule box on his body.

However, the ring was some distance away from the protective wall of the auditorium. Even if Bulma tried his best to reach it, he couldn't reach where Wu Tian was standing.

"Okay, just wait." Wu Tian grabbed Bulma with his palm and photographed the empty capsule in her hand from the air, leaving Bulma stunned.

The pig-headed man Oolong was also shocked and muttered: "Is it a magic trick?"

In another audience, He Xianren stared at Wu Tian's skill of grabbing objects from the air, and his heart was filled with panic. Unintentionally, he found that Wu Tian's eyes seemed to be glancing at him. He Xianren was suddenly shocked and felt. I thought: "Why is his kung fu so terrifying? It seems to have surpassed the master of the past! He is looking at me, has he noticed me a long time ago?! Where is Tao Baibai, come back quickly, the old turtle is so powerful now, there is no chance to kill that Sun Wukong is gone!"

His hands and feet were so weak that he kept himself from falling to the ground by holding on to the protective wall.

Don't make me kill you.

He Xianren suddenly understood the meaning of Wu Tian's look just now.

"Uncle He in this world doesn't seem to be a good person..." Sun Wukong, who was leaning against the wall, closed his eyes to rest, but still murmured with his arms crossed.

At this time, among all the people in the audience, he was the only one who could keenly grasp the confrontation between Wu Tian and He Xianren from the complex "aura"... Of course, calling it a confrontation would be an understatement. , one is like the vast Tianshan Mountains, and the other is like tiny dust, there is no comparison.

"Go on." Wu Tian threw the empty capsule to Na Wu who was looking at him in confusion, and said directly: "Some things, in the eyes of some people, are treasures gifted by God, while in the eyes of others, they may just be whatever they want. What a waste. Water is not that valuable in a city like this. There are faucets for you to use in the rest area behind the conference. You can use the capsules, so take them."

While Wu Tian was speaking, he pushed forward and immediately unleashed a soft force. When Nan Wu woke up, he had already fallen outside the ring, and in his hand was holding an empty ball that Wu Tian threw to him. capsule.

"Water, you can use it here for free? It's free?" Nan Wu was stunned.

Because of habit, when he arrived at Papaya Island, he did not go to the faucet to drink water even if he was thirsty - he drank water when he was thirsty. How could he be so willful? !

"Uh... Nanwu's player went out of bounds, and Wutian's player won!" The referee with a mustache was stunned for a while, then coughed and shouted.

Klin's eyes were bright when he saw it, and he whispered: "Although I don't understand, it's so easy for Master to win!"

Tianjin rice and dumplings were floating nearby to watch the game, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net frowned and whispered: "What a clever palm, it can send the opponent off the stage without any harm..."

"The next match will be between Tianjin Fan players and Yamucha players!"

Yamcha took a breath, tightened his belt, walked out of the barrier, and stepped towards the ring. As for Tianjin Fan, he didn't even look at him happily. He crossed his arms and flew directly to the ring. When passing by Wu Tian, ​​Yamucha wanted to say, "If I can win, can you accept me as your disciple and teach me martial arts?", but before he could say anything, he gave up from the bottom of his heart.

Confronted with Tianjin Fan, Yamucha was under great pressure. Like Sun Wukong, the opponent could fly out of thin air, and his martial arts skills were so strong that he could not take them lightly.

"Life in a big city is very comfortable, right?" Tianjin Fan put on his posture and suddenly smiled.

"Huh?" Yamcha was stunned.

Tianjin Fan curled his lips in disdain, his three eyes dazzled with light, turned into a mass of afterimages, and rushed towards Yamucha!

A minute later, Yamcha suffered a broken right leg and was kicked off the ring.