Dragon Ball from Sun Wutian

in the temple

Sun Wutian slowly woke up, his eyes were dull and he looked forward.

After a while, Sun Wutian shook his head twice before he felt a little awake. He looked around and saw that there was nothing else except a table full of food.

"Gugu~"

The alluring fragrance passed into his nose, and Sun Wutian suddenly felt an unprecedented hunger. He almost forgot about everything. He hurriedly climbed out of the bed, stumbled to the table, picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Bah chirp!"

Sun Wutian transformed into a glutton and devoured the food on the table like a wind and a cloud.

Standing outside the door, Mr. Bobo looked at Sun Wutian, and a trace of nostalgia flashed through his dead eyes. He said softly: "Wukong, this child looks so much like you. I hope he can create miracles like you."

After saying that, Mr. Bobo went to the storage room to rummage through the cabinets, and finally took out an orange martial arts uniform. Seeing this uniform, his eyes became even more nostalgic. After a while, he clasped his hands together and said:

"Wukong, Lord God, may you bless this child to turn danger into good luck and successfully defeat the artificial man!"

So, Mr. Bobo came to Sun Wutian's room and saw that there was not much food left on the table. He put the clothes next to the bed and went to cook new food...

Mr. Bobo kept cooking, and Sun Wutian kept stuffing it into his stomach. This lasted for three hours. Sun Wutian patted his belly, clasped his hands together, looked at Mr. Bobo sheepishly, and said, "I'm full."

Well, Mr. Bobo, I really appreciate you."

Mr. Bobo said: "These are what Bobo should do, but that's all Bobo can do."

Sun Wutian looked at Bobo's somewhat lonely look and said seriously: "Well, I will definitely defeat the artificial humans. Then I may be able to use the Dragon Balls from Namek to resurrect the gods and the others."

As soon as these words came out, Bobo's dead pupils jumped again. He looked at Sun Wutian for a moment, then pointed to the clothes on the bed and said, "You'd better put on your clothes first."

Only then did Sun Wutian realize that he was completely naked. He turned around in embarrassment, then walked to the bed and was about to put on his clothes. He found that his arms were covered with a layer of black mud, so he asked: "

Mr. Bobo, I would like to ask if you have a bathroom here. I would like to take a bath first."

Mr. Bobo nodded and said, "Yes, you come with me."

Sun Wutian wrapped his clothes with a ball of Qi, followed Mr. Bobo to the door of our room, walked through two corridors, and came to the bathroom.

"Crash!"

After a while of washing, Sun Wutian returned to his handsome self. Then he picked up the martial arts uniform, feeling a little heavy in his hands.

He looked at it carefully and found that the weight was concentrated on the blue underwear, boots and wristbands, so he smiled and said: "This is the clothes my father wore when he was practicing. It's really great!"

"

Sun Wutian was fully dressed and went to take a look in the mirror first. He saw a 1.23-meter-tall boy in the mirror. He had a delicate face, an unusual crab head, and was wearing an orange martial arts uniform. He looked quite like a martial arts master.

The weight of the clothes was nothing to Sun Wutian now. He walked out of the bathroom slowly and saw Mr. Bobo with a dull look on his face. He asked: "Mr. Bobo, can you feel the energy contained in the artificial human body?"

energy?"

Bobo shook his head and said: "The energy of artificial humans is different from ordinary life energy. They rely on the machines in the body to provide it. There is no way to detect it through ordinary means of sensing energy."

"Is that so?" Sun Wutian said with some regret, "I also want you to help me see the gap between me and the androids now."

Bobo said: "Although I don't know the energy of the android, I can know how strong Gohan's energy is. It is not difficult to guess the strength of the android."

Sun Wutian's eyes lit up and he said, "In this case, please help me take a look."

Mr. Bobo shook his head and said: "Your current condition is not adjusted to the best. Even if you test it, it will be difficult to test your true strength."

Sun Wutian felt his body and felt a surge of strength, so he asked curiously: "But I feel that my current condition is better than ever before."

Mr. Bobo said: "Your spirit has been affected by the spiritual time room, and it has not fully recovered now. In this state, your energy is also impetuous, and there is not much meaning in testing it."

Sun Wutian is a little strange. He feels that there is no big problem with his condition. Now he just wants to destroy the androids and go back to be with his mother. Isn’t playing with his mobile phone every day more enjoyable than practicing?

Mr. Bobo looked at Sun Wutian and said, "Although your energy far exceeds that of most people on the earth, including me, it comes from your blood inheritance, not your martial arts realm.

So you don’t know a lot of martial arts knowledge, let alone how to adjust your own state."

Sun Wutian nodded, like a primary school student who was listening carefully.

Mr. Bobo continued: "A true martial artist not only pays attention to the improvement of strength, but also pays attention to the coordination of the spirit and the body. Otherwise, it will cause the soul to be unbalanced, the spirit to explode, and become a madman who only knows killing."

Sun Wutian nodded seriously and said, "So, how can I unify my spirit and body?"

Mr. Bobo walked out of the room and said, "You can also practice with me during this period."

Sun Wutian responded and walked out of the room to the temple square.

Sun Wutian is also looking forward to the next study. He who is familiar with Dragon Ball naturally knows that Bobo's martial arts realm is extremely high. Even in the late Z, the martial arts realm is still lower than that of one person. The only person who can surpass Mr. Bobo is probably

I only have my own cheap dad...

Sun Wutian was very happy, thinking that he would learn some interesting method.

However, reality is often cruel, and spiritual practice is never simple...

So Sun Wutian sat cross-legged outside the temple, and used Qi to form a shield. Then he held his body and stopped in the air, put his hands on his legs, closed his eyes and concentrated, realizing that his spirit was unified.

Sun Wutian wanted to complain: "What kind of practice is this? My homework during the winter and summer vacations is not so boring!"

However, you must persevere in the practice you have decided on, no matter how hard or tiring it is.

Sun Wutian tried hard to free his mind and realize nature, but his thoughts were messy and it was difficult to control himself...

Time is flowing, and it is another three boring hours...

Sun Wutian gradually discovered some ways, and slowly he was able to relax his mind, integrate his body into nature, and feel the blending of spirit and body. However, it could only last for a few seconds at a time...

"Why don't you give up? My brother is here anyway!" Three hours later, Sun Wutian never let go of his mind again, so he quickly thought of giving up. Once this thought sprouted, it grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after a rain, making it difficult to control himself.

He also thought that Son Gohan would definitely defeat the androids during this training, and then they would ask the King of Kai to find a new Namek, and then borrow the Dragon Balls to resurrect his father, Vegeta and the others...

The desire to show off is getting stronger...

Finally, the thoughts in Sun Wutian's heart became more and more complicated, and the protective shield surrounding his body dissipated and fell directly to the ground.

Sun Wutian was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky above the temple: "Writing a novel is still simple. The author can pass it by in one stroke, and it is not a problem to practice for thousands of years. There is no need to be mentally frustrated or physically exhausted. You can say anything with just one mouth. Tired

Let’s destroy it!”

"Forget it, no one will take my place after all." Sun Wutian stood up again, white flames burning around him, floating in the air: "But I really miss the days of studying..."