Legend of Dragon Ball God Mu

Uh……

Oolong’s vowed appearance made Bulma have to think more. Is it really the posture that he opened?

Carefully recalling the original scene, thinking about it, Bulma’s expression suddenly glimpsed, regaining composure to look at the Son Goku next to it.

At that time What did she promise? Let Shenron bring her future boyfriend to her, and nothing happened… Son Goku seemed to be there, and it was the only boy except Oolong.

“Bulma, what’s wrong with your face, why are you looking at me like this?”

Son Goku curiously touched Bulma’s forehead, no fever, how could it be so red.

“, no… nothing.”

Bulma’s cheeks are hot, expression is very embarrassing, how did I not think of it before, Goku, this young fellow looks at a small, in fact, his age is only more than his own younger Ah!

“cough cough, Senior Brother Goku, don’t worry about Dragon Balls first. Let’s go to a hotel and wait for the competition.” Chi-Chi stood next to him and coughed, his eyes flickering on Son Goku and Bulma. This topic can no longer let them say it.

“Yes, find a hotel first!”

Master Roshi helped the black hat on his head and invited Bulma to rest in the hotel.

So the entire group agrees with nodded, moving towards the nearby hotel.

Krillin followed, watching Son Goku surrounded by Chi-Chi and Bulma, and suddenly he felt that the girl named Bulma was more enthusiastic about Goku.

“You said what happened to them?” Krillin whispered Oolong.

“Don’t you understand?” Oolong hit a Hach, “tsk tsk, Son Goku that young fellow, Yan Fu is not shallow.”

“…” Krillin stared down, and then followed.

Arrange the accommodation in the hotel, Master Roshi then take Son Goku and they go to Dojo to participate in the first stage selection Trial.

At this time, the Dojo has been vast crowd, and it is full of long queues. Because the World Martial Arts Tournament is also the inspection ground for the Martial Artist certification review, Martial Artist has long been waiting for it.

“Wow, there are a lot of experts here.” Son Goku was excited to look at a person who was forming a dense mass around and couldn’t help but tickle.

“Goku, these people are coming to participate in the competition of Ah!”

Krillin is the ordinary Disciper of Orin Temple outer sect. I have seen such a grand scene and talked a bit.

“Senior Brother Goku, look over there, it seems to be the Disciple of Kami School.” Chi-Chi pointed in one direction, gathering a few contestants wearing white martial arts uniform.

“Really, they know a few of them, it’s very powerful.” Son Goku’s eyes lit up and couldn’t wait to hand-hand combat with them.

“Goku, Chi-Chi, Krillin, you three have spare no effort, especially Krillin, you have to believe in yourself, don’t be scared by previous experiences.” Master Roshi finally instructed.

“Yes!”

Son Goku, Chi-Chi, and Krillin answered in unison.

Master Roshi nodded them, and then watched them go to the competition Dojo. These contestants who passed the initial registration screening have certain strengths, not those who are full of talents. In fact, Son Goku can finally get what they can achieve, Master Roshi I don’t know, after all, Martial Arts competition, the composition of luck also accounts for a large proportion.

“Goku, you have to keep it up.”

Bulma screamed enthusiastically at Son Goku.

“Bulma, this woman seems to be particularly passionate about Son Goku.” Oolong looked up towards Bulma.

Bulma as it should be by rights: “I care about him.”

Oolong hmph hmph two sounds, a look of disbelief.

“Hey, look at the man, it seems to be the messy ghost we encountered when we were looking for the Dragon Balls.” Oolong turned away and was suddenly attracted by a silhouette wearing a dark green tank top with a red headband on his head. This silhouette is Yamcha. Although the hair is cut short, Oolong sees Puar around him and recognizes it at a glance.

“It’s really him, he actually came to the World Martial Arts Tournament.” Bulma was surprised to look at Yamcha, which was not far away.

“That person is Yamcha.” Oolong whispered.

“Don’t worry, he’s Goku’s subordinate defeat, there’s nothing amazing.” Bulma bit his thumb and his calves tremble.

Oolong thought about it and thought it was that Son Goku could beat Yamcha nearly a year ago. It doesn’t make sense to be unable to defeat this time.

On the other hand, Yamcha is wearing a red headscarf and is telling Puar to look after himself and then walk into the Dojo with full of confidence. In fact, he already saw Son Goku. They didn’t say anything, they just planned to let them startled in the next competition.

This time he will definitely beat Son Goku.

This year’s Martial Arts Tournament brought together a lot of experts. Master Roshi carefully looked around after the Discipes entered the Dojo, and actually let him see the silhouette of King Chappa, this person is the powerhouse of the previous Martial Arts Tournament, the strength can not be Underestimated, there are many other Elite Disciples of School, both of which are expert.

Seeing such a situation, Master Roshi couldn’t help but feel that his time has really passed. In unconsciously, there are already many experts who have surpassed him and embarked on the stronger Martial Arts Path.

“Hey?” Master Roshi stunned, his eyes focused on one tall, one short and two short.

One of the two people, tall, has Three-Eye, and the other is like a child, but floating in mid-air. Just looking at each other instantly, Master Roshi’s forehead dripped sweat.

These two people are definitely not a general expert.

“Goku guy, this time hits the opponent, who is the Disciple, and has such a Power Level at a young age.” Master Roshi’s deep eyes walked up the two people, deeply took a deep breath.

“Perverted old man, what are you looking at?” Bulma asked.

Master Roshi regaining composure, “Don’t call me perverted old man, I don’t know how to be polite at all, but if you are willing to let me touch the chest, or hold me like holding Goku, I can forgive you.”

“Go away a little! You guys don’t come close to me.” Bulma yelled at Master Roshi.

“Cut.” Master Roshi snorted and snorted.

Just then, a whirlwind squirted and blew the dust on the floor. Both Bulma and Master Roshi didn’t know what was going on, and Bulma had a softer thing in his arms.

“Older Sister Bulma, it’s really you, I miss you!” A four- or five-year-old little fellow threw herself into Bulma’s arms, her small head against her chest.

Bulma reacted and took the child in his arms: “Are you Muqiu… or Amelia?”

Muqiu and Amelia’s appearance is exactly the same, and she can’t recognize her as an old sister.

“I am Amelia!”

Amelia’s pink face moved toward Bulma, her eyes squinted, and Bulma immediately was captured by her cute look. Since Bulma’s aunt April is Muyang’s wife, Amelia and Bulma are a generation.

“Little Amelia, why are you coming to Ah alone?”

“No, I came with Little Aunt and Big Brother.” Amelia said softly, the pink finger pointed in one direction in the crowd, and as I looked along, Bulma saw Sipriel husband and Wife and their child.

Muqiu, Lazuli, and Lapis came under the leadership of Sipriel.

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(Ps: Recommend a friend’s new book, “The End of the World”, the ugly duckling author’s end-time Black Technology fantasy, fighting and exploding, the speed is fast and easy to roll over. The end of the world, the female driver driving, interested in the end of the world can look.)