I Am a Saiyan

Sun Wukong's head was full of question marks, his whole body tightened, and he noticed Sun Wuming floating on the big pit on the opposite side, raised his right fist in a slow motion, and locked it with power.

Between lightning and flint, the body and consciousness have predicted the attack range - this training space.

oh well...

Boom-! ! !

The instrument flashed with electric light, made an overwhelmed creaking sound, and black smoke kept pouring out.

"This thing is too weak."

Sun Wuming knocked on the machine in front of him: "Next time, I'll just try to get a solid and stable space structure - but Naba, Super Saiyan 3..."

"I'll deal with that egg! Goodbye, Lord Wuming!"

Naba got up and slipped away instantly.

"Uh... how strange?" Sun Wukong scratched his head with a puzzled face, "Wu Ming, I feel that your transformation is very special. When you don't have the solemn intention, it is a bit like the ultimate self-confidence, but you display the solemn intention. The transformation of extreme intentions is completely different."

"Wow--!!"

"Is there? I don't think it's too much. Dad, do you want to try to develop other transformations, and in turn make Zizijiyi stronger?"

"This..." Sun Wukong thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I feel that I haven't reached the limit yet. Although I have already learned this transformation, there should be something deeper to dig. The turtle with hair back then I haven't fully figured out what Grandpa showed me."

"what--!!"

"Boundary..."

Sun Wuming asked curiously, "Dad, how did you learn?"

Although he can also, and even has become very proficient and perfected, it is not really learned, it is more like something that he understands naturally. Weird move.

"The ultimate freedom... In the primary stage, that is to train the body, strengthen the instincts and premonitions, and thus obtain a very strong reaction speed-in this regard, I rely on the power of Kaiwang Fist and the power of the giant ape to strengthen the development of the body, and also There are various combat experiences accumulated and gradually achieved."

While Sun Wukong gave a brief description, he reviewed the content: "Going further, that is, in my current state, I have been able to form a transformation... In this step, we must understand the meaning and realm, mainly about mood, spirit and thoughts. Something? That time the grandfather turtle with hair passed on his mind to me, and let me experience the unity of nature, so as to achieve this transformation - calm the mind, let the spirit spill into the environment, and let the body maintain a natural status……"

"If it needs to be further improved, it will feel different from the grandfather turtle with hair, who is the unity of heaven and man. How should I put it... It's not unity, but selflessness. Well, Vados said the same thing. It should also be called no-self extreme intention or no-self extreme state, I am just a first glimpse of the door."

"Oh oh oh-!!!"

After a brief discussion of martial arts, Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Sun Wutian who had been shouting beside him, walked over and squatted down: "Wu Tian, ​​what's wrong?"

Sun Wutian had a small face, and his tail slapped the floor: "Oh-!!"

Sun Wukong: "?"

"Oh? You mean glowing?"

Sun Wuming let out a low cry, Jin Yan rose up, and Sun Wutian screamed in an instant, imitating Sun Wuming's appearance, clenching his fists on his waist, and screaming.

"This thing is called qi." Sun Wuming pointed out with interest, "Everyone has qi in their body. It's not enough to just scream, you have to shout loudly!"

Although he didn't understand how Wuming understood it, Sun Wukong also reacted. Wutian was in the training room when he saw the scene where they were fighting in the training space, and was curious: "If you want to talk about anger, you have to concentrate, Let the mind be as calm as the sky, let the body be as fast as lightning, consciously controlled..."

Sun Wutian tilted his head: "Oh?"

"Dad, where's the trouble? Isn't anger just something you can use casually?"

Sun Wuming shook his head and said, "It's something everyone has."

"Although there are all of them, you must practice if you want to use them." Sun Wukong retorted, "At the beginning, Wuming, you..."

"Dad, it's not an advanced use of qi."

Sun Wuming raised his hand and released a bright gas bomb, and his fingers were hooked to make the gas bomb fly around, attracting Sun Wutian's eyes: "Let the gas out, throw it out, and use the gas to strengthen the body unconsciously -- this kind of It's very simple, right? How did you learn to lose gas bombs, Dad?"

Sun Wukong tilted his head and recalled, and gestured with both hands in Turtle School Qigong: "Learn from Grandpa Turtle's style, and you'll be able to use Turtle School Qigong with a snap!"

"Yeah, it's that simple."

Sun Wuming smiled and looked down at the little Sun Wutian: "Do you understand? I want to 'crack!'!"

"That's right!"

Sun Wukong and his son reached a consensus and taught: "'Crack!' You can throw gas bombs at once! Do you understand?"

Under the watchful eyes of the two, Sun Wutian cried out a few times.

Sun Wukong steadied his body with a lunge, clasped his hands around his waist and pushed forward, repeating this Turtle Qigong movement several times: "Look!

After Sun Wutian learned the movements of Sun Wukong, he observed with his small head sideways.

"Tighten your whole body! Push hard! And so—"

Sun Wukong pushed his hands out: "Crack! Click!!"

Of course, this time Sun Wukong controlled his anger, and he didn't really shoot a turtle qigong, otherwise the capsule company would be pierced, and Bulma would have to tear himself apart.

"Oh--!"

Sun Wutian pushed with both hands.

laugh--! ! !

Boom!

A bright blue light hit the wall of the training room obliquely. The special material resisted the impact and was not penetrated. However, under the impact, the gathered air exploded instantly, and the roar caused the capsule company to shake for a while.

"Uh... It's amazing. When I was a child, my Turtle Qigong could only destroy one wheel."

Sun Wukong exclaimed, and then his forehead sweated slightly, as if a little bad.

Sun Wutian breathed a sigh of relief and cried out happily.

"Old Sun, the training space is not enough for you to dismantle it, right? Didn't I remind you? Don't fight in the training room, it's not that strong here."

Bulma, who was holding Trunks, walked in with a smile on her face, and said softly, "If I do this again next time, I'll have to beat you up, you know?"

"..." Sun Wukong couldn't help but take a step back, "Bulma, you took the wrong medicine?!"

Sigh--!

Blue veins appeared on Bulma's forehead: "Oh hehe, how could it be? I'm not sick."

Sun Wukong was horrified, and he gasped: "Could it be... is that what the 21st said about being a fool for three years? It's over! Bulma has changed from a smart person to a fool!"

"Old grandson!!"

"exist!"

Sun Wukong subconsciously stood up straight, oh, this roar, as expected, still smells like Bulma!

"Cough cough..." Bulma lowered her voice an octave again, and patted Trunks, who was holding in her arms and was trembling just now, "Anyway..."

"Wow!"

Sun Wutian jumped out and pointed at Trunks in Bulma's arms: "Oh!"

Trunks blinked, as if vaguely remembering Sun Wutian, she stared, and the body surface instantly lit up with a faint light of anger.

Sun Wutian assumes the posture of Turtle School Qigong.

"Ah?" Sun Wukong was taken aback, "Hey! Wutian..."

Before Bulma could react, she saw her daughter shoot a gas bomb with a swish, and Sun Wutian pushed with both hands, sending out a bright blue light wave the size of an apple: "Oh!"

Snapped!

When the two gas bombs collided and were about to explode, Sun Wukong grabbed them with a big hand and snuffed them out: "Alright, alright, a tie!"

"Oh!"

Sun Wutian retracted the hands that had been pushed out to his waist.

"Well……"

The light on Trunks' body became more and more vigorous: "Wow-!!!"

The gathered rays of light suddenly spilled out, turning into a large piece of densely packed air bombs flying towards Sun Wutian.

Sun Wutian was at a loss for a moment.

boom boom boom boom...

A series of flames exploded, and Sun Wutian quickly stood up after tumbling out of the place. He was about to continue, but his stomach made a rumbling sound.

"Hahaha, alright, alright, did you lose?"

Sun Wukong smiled and lifted Sun Wutian on his shoulders: "If you want to win, you can't just scream, you have to continue to practice hard."

The startled Bulma comforted Trunks in her arms with a helpless expression on her face: "Old Sun, you really... how come you are the same as Vegeta? Don't worry, such a young child is starting to learn In a fight, what if there is a mistake?"

"Don't worry, didn't I just watch? And what's so strange about children fighting? I also fought with fish in the river, tigers on the ground, and dinosaurs in the sky."

Sun Wukong smiled and looked around and suddenly found that Sun Wuming was gone.

...

...

Slip away, stay there, there must be trouble, like Aunt Bulma and Aunt Bulma and Aunt Bulma.

In the spacious kitchen, Naba was frowning at the big pink egg: "This thing is so hard, it can't be opened at all... Damn it! What kind of strange shell is this?"

Sun Wuming, who was eating a small snack, raised his hand and gestured: "I try to cut it directly?"

Naba stepped aside: "Oh, then try..."

laugh--!

The golden air sword stabs forward!

The big pink egg rose into the air and slammed into the wall.

"It's quite hard, it seems that this level is not good! Drink!"

Sun Wuming turned into a super Saiyan deep yellow, raised his hand and fell, the air sword intertwined with lightning and golden flames slashed vertically, crushing the big pink egg and smashing it into the ground with a bang.

The hardness of this thing is a little unexpected.

"It's okay! Watch me cut it open with the empty sword!"

Sun Wuming took a light breath, and the black air that I only wanted to fill out.

"Master Wuming! Stop it! My kitchen——!! Don't cut it, don't cut it!"

"Trust me! I don't believe that the air sword that cuts through space can't cut this egg!"

"But if you cut it, you won't have to eat it!"

"It seems to be oh..."

Naba kept his kitchen, but he still had no way to take that big egg. He could even resist Lord Wuming's Qi Sword. It was really a tenacious ingredient.

After a little thought, Naba found a large vat filled with vinegar and put the big pink egg in it.

Physics is not good, then come to chemistry!

The shell of the egg is so hard, it really makes one wonder what's inside and what it can be used for.

three days later.

The big egg fished out of the vinegar vat successfully collapsed five high-power electric drills.

Not sour? Then I'm on alkali!

Napa, a half-baked chemistry master, put a big egg in baking soda.

ten days later.

Naba with red eyes gave Bulma an order for a new kitchen knife, asking for only one, enough profit! It's best to cut everything!

Bulma, who was coaxing Trunks, gave Naba a set of laser knives in the laboratory.

Napaqie couldn't scrape a single bit of scum from the big pink egg for most of the day.

a month later.

"Bulma! Is there that kind of bone-melting water in TV shows? Sprinkle a little corpse and it's gone!"

"...What are you doing? Hey! Don't you want to cook with those chemicals?!"

"Anyway? I must open that egg! Bet my chef's honor!!"

"Aqua regia nitrate..."

"I've used it all! Too weak!"