Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

In the next year, Wu Tian, ​​Sun Wukong, Klin, Tianjin Fan, Dumpling and others stayed temporarily at Bulma's house.

It was Pantis who encouraged Bulma to take the initiative to send out the invitation.

It just so happens that, unlike the original work, Sun Wukong does not need to travel around the world, increase his knowledge, and hone his martial arts. Now he has no lack of martial arts experience and realm. He only needs to quietly cultivate his strength. With Wu Tian here to guide them, Tianjin Rice, Kelin, and Dumplings don’t need to travel. I haven't even practiced the Martial God Fist yet, so it's just a joke to go out and hone it. They were all eager to settle down so they could study the Martial God Fist in detail.

Unlike "former martial arts masters" like Sun Wukong, Krillin and Tianjin Fan are just newcomers on the martial arts path. The more they practice Wushen Fist, the more they feel that this boxing technique is unfathomable. Whenever they feel they have mastered this set of magical fists, they can discover more mysteries.

The peaceful time passes quickly...

Soon, another year passed.

"drink!"

"ha!"

"Ouch!"

Four people, Sun Wukong, Klin, Tianjin Fan, and Dumpling, practiced boxing together by the artificial lake in the backyard of Bulma's house.

Except for the dumplings, all four of them were naked from the waist up. Sun Wukong and Klin looked chubby. Tianjin Fan was a tall man with tendons on his upper body.

They are on the east, west, north and south sides of the artificial lake, because Wushen Fist is not only a martial arts practice, but also a very powerful combat fist. Every move of the Forty-nine Ways of Martial God Fist is a unique skill, and every punch has power beyond the Turtle Style Qigong and Dongdong Wave. They were all covered in sweat.

When Sun Wukong punched, his sweat evaporated and turned into clouds of white mist that enveloped him. The white mist on Klin and Tianjin Fan's bodies was not so obvious, but their skin was red and hot, and sweat rolled down their muscle lines like water.

call--

Sun Wukong punched out with a heavy and slow fist, and the wind from the fist sprayed out, creating a gap in the white sweat mist that enveloped him. Boom, the sparkling artificial lake surface was split open by the invisible fist force, and a few tens of meters away On the other side of the lake, Klin was frightened by Sun Wukong's punch from the air. He narrowly avoided it and secretly said, "Wukong, this guy is so perverted!"

When Tianjin Fan saw him, he looked solemn and became more focused on practicing Wushen Fist.

On the lawn not far from the artificial lake, Wu Tian sat casually, letting the warm breeze blow on his face. Part of his attention was focused on the divine light deep in his soul, deducing the way of vitality alone all the time. The other part of his attention is meditating, deducing that the war song of the Bigehou clan is more suitable for the Wushen Fist and the medium for the people on earth to guide the natural energy to resonate and enter the body.

"...It must require a medium that the people on Earth possess..."

He let his thoughts wander and diverged.

In his mind, he was walking on the earth across the universe, going back in time and space for three hundred years. From Wuxian Island to Xidu, to the arena of the No. 1 Martial Arts Association in the world, and to the gate of Asura Demon Realm. He suddenly raised his head, and Mount Tai appeared in front of him. Like a ghost, he was walking on the familiar mountain trails of Taidou Mountain, and he vaguely heard 1...heard Wu Xiaowei's silvery laughter.

Wu Tian followed the laughter and "smelled" the birds singing, the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of vegetation, and the smell of earth in the mountains. Thinking about how I felt and realized when I was retreating to Tai Dou Mountain for retreat. Memory is folded, like a book, showing only the two pages that are temporarily needed. The parts that are not used temporarily become thick pages, stacked there. If you don’t read it, you won’t be able to remember it. Wu Tian now seemed to be turning over his head to read a book.

The laughter got closer, but became quieter.

As Wu Tian walked, his laughter suddenly disappeared. Actually appeared at Wu Fangfang's funeral. Wu Xiaowei no longer smiled, but was crying silently, leaning on Aragorn's shoulder. Wu Tianzheng was silent when he felt someone patting his shoulder from behind. Familiar touch, familiar strength, familiar breath. Wu Tian saw a strand of purple seaweed-like hair flying on his shoulders, and he turned his head -

Wow, the waves on Wuxian Island are still there.

"Ha..." Wu Tian showed a smile and looked at the coast not far away. A beautiful figure was walking barefoot on the soft beach. Suddenly, he turned around and revealed a face that Wu Tian was familiar with but disgusted with. Come on!

Uchiha Musashi? !

Wu Tian frowned, what kind of subconscious projection was this? It made him so unhappy!

Just as he was thinking this, Musashi, the "good" brother in his previous life, smiled ferociously at him.

Phew, his black pupils turned into scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan in an instant, and he said with a sinister and evil tone:

"Wu Tian, ​​don't run away anymore. Hand over your eyes. Only I am worthy of the eternal light! Stop struggling. Those disgusting guys from Qianju will never allow you to learn from them. Immortal magic...your eye skills are very scary, but your own chakra is too weak! You are a waste after all, you might as well give me your eyes...Only I can lead this clan to a bright future!"

Wu Tian calmly looked at this memory accumulated deep in his memory. These memories that were once painful to him and even distorted his mind, he had already poured out all those emotions when he was writing "Uchiha Sinner". Now Wu Tian looked at this scene, no longer angry, no longer full of unwillingness and hatred. All he had left was peace.

While I was calm, I was also thinking...why did I subconsciously reveal this past incident?

"Wu Tian, ​​don't run away anymore. Hand over your eyes. Only I am worthy of the eternal light! Stop struggling. Those disgusting guys from Qianju will never allow you to learn from them. Immortal magic...your eye skills are very scary, but your own chakra is too weak! You are a waste after all, you might as well give me your eyes...Only I can lead this clan to a bright future!"

Uchiha Musashi repeated it again.

Wu Tian closed his eyes, leaving the other person in place, turned around and left step by step. He was approached by Uchiha Musashi step by step, and then...with full of resentment, he frantically used the energy detonation ability formed by the merger of his two kaleidoscope eyes. With a "boom", together with the unfulfilled ambition of Uchiha Musashi, It turned into a shower of blood and fire.

"..."Immortal magic"...? "

Wu Tian opened his eyes.

The sea breeze on Wuxian Island remains the same. The beach is still the same, and the beautiful woman on the beach is still the same. He saw his wife Hathaway waving to his side, her face filled with a warm smile like the spring breeze. UU reading www. uukanshu． netｔWutian turned around and looked at the sky in the center of Wuxian Island, where a figure was sitting cross-legged in the sky. That's himself. The light of the setting sun swayed behind him, sinking as fast as fast forward. The temperature of the sea breeze dropped sharply, and dusk, which did not belong to day or night, arrived... Wu Tian understood that when he was practicing on Wuxian Island, He will only actively cultivate his vitality and divinity during the two special periods of dawn and dusk, and it will operate subtly at other times.

As dusk fell, the figure sitting cross-legged in mid-air began to swallow.

call……

The sound of long breathing seemed to be right in front of me. With the figure's breathing, the flowers and plants on the entire island shook, and even the tides on the coast were affected. After a full ten minutes, Wu Tian slowly exhaled the breath he took in. Just like the inhalation, the exhalation was also extremely long. He exhaled in one breath, as if the spring breeze was falling, and the plants on the island were shaking.

He is breathing according to the rhythm of natural vitality and cultivating the divinity of vitality.

Of course Wu Tian knew this.

breathe……

Isn't it just "breathing" that people on Earth have as the "medium" for communicating naturally between the inside and outside of the human body and the heaven and earth?

Wu Tian opened his eyes.

It was getting dark, so he sat on the lawn by the lake for a long time and stayed until evening.

"Master, are you awake?"

Wu Tian stood up holding on to the lawn, with Sun Wukong behind him. Sun Wukong whispered: "The Dragon Balls have just been restored."

"Then make a wish."

Wu Tian dusted off his clothes and said calmly: "It just so happened... I was also about to go to the Songhou clan in the sixth universe to see their complete set of inherited war songs. In the whole universe... maybe only their clan can give it to me. The "Martial God Fist Breathing Method" provides enlightenment. "

"Breathing method?" Sun Wukong didn't understand what it meant.

Wu Tian just smiled.