Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

So, the night of fun passed.

Sun Wukong and Klin stayed at Bulma's house. Sun Wukong was heartless and didn't care where he lived. Klin was originally quite secular, but during this year he trained on Wuxian Island and followed a guy like Sun Wukong who had a pure heart. , influenced by what they heard and saw, they also became free and easy... What's more, Bulma is their good friend, so he is very calm.

Wu Tianze quietly took Hathaway back to Wuxian Island without informing anyone. With his identity and seniority, there was no need to inform anyone, and others would not worry about his and Hathaway's whereabouts. safety. However, the Phoenix chose to stay at Bulma's house, being served by a lot of servants like the uncle. He would go back to tease Sun Wukong and the others from time to time, and he was content.

That night, Yamcha tossed and turned in the room, unable to sleep, and she didn't know what she was thinking or calculating.

The next day, in Xidu, in front of the mansion of Dr. Breeves, the chairman of Magnum Capsule, Yamcha prepared his luggage, carrying a bag on his back, and wearing a hat he got from somewhere. , bid farewell to Bulma and the others.

Bulma, Sun Wukong, and Klin came out to see him off.

"Are you really going to leave?" Bulma crossed his arms, a little surprised, "The test Grandpa Wu Tian gave you... actually doesn't seem to have a time limit, so you don't have to be so anxious, right?"

Klin also said: "Yes, let's go to Sayuan City together and wait until the global finals are over before leaving. Won't you help me and Goku cheer for us?"

"That's right, Master Yamcha!" Pu Fei flew in the air beside Yamcha and persuaded him. It is Yamcha's pet, so naturally it goes wherever Yamcha goes. Although it wanted to watch the finals of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club, it had no choice but to not go if Master Yamcha insisted not to go.

"No," Yamucha smiled. He grabbed the knot in front of him and showed determination. "I really want to join the disciples of Immortal Wu. Since it is the Immortal who tests me, it is natural that I will surpass him." The road will be better in the morning... If you come on, I can wish you well now."

He paused and said sincerely to Klin and Sun Wukong: "Klin, Wukong, I believe you will definitely get a good place in the finals! Especially Wukong, you may be able to win the championship!"

Klin shook his head and said with a sad face: "The competition in the five major divisions of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association is fiercer than the last. Those who can enter the finals are all masters among masters. It is not that easy to get a good ranking..."

Sun Wukong grinned, held his head and said, "Yes, I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

Klin glanced at him, and sure enough, although this Wukong said it was difficult, the fighting spirit and eagerness in his eyes were clearly increasing... What a headache, but also an admirable and desirable guy! The little bald man sighed silently, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of fighting spirit.

"Well, although it is difficult, don't worry, we are Master Wutian's disciples!" Klin said with a firm expression, as if to cheer himself up.

Sun Wukong chuckled, his tail swaying behind him.

Bulma pulled back her hair and smiled softly. Her eyes flashed when she looked at Sun Wukong, who was not even taller than her chest.

Yamcha looked at the energetic appearance of these two people, and couldn't help but feel envious in his heart. It's so good, it's all because they are disciples of Wu Xianren... Phew, he exhaled deeply in his heart, strengthened his belief, and gave himself Cheer up and decide to set off today, isn't it just to leave a good impression on Wu Xianren?

I have worked very hard to become your disciple!

Just watch, I will definitely be able to complete the test! Circle the earth... Whether it is one year, two years, three years, five years or ten years, I will definitely come back step by step!

Seeing Yamcha's figure gradually walking away, Bulma touched his chin and whispered to himself: "Why was he always looking at my back garden with strange eyes just now? Really..."

Klin, who was about to follow Sun Wukong back, suddenly stopped when he heard Bulma talking to himself, scratched his bald head, and muttered: "Is he thinking...Would Master Wu Tian be watching him? But Master I went back last night..."

Poor Yamcha wanted to show Wu Tian that she was working hard, but unfortunately Wu Tian had already taken Hathaway home!

Bulma shook his head and returned to the courtyard with Klin and Sun Wukong.

The global finals were about to begin, and some preparations had to be made. The purple-haired girl fist-bumped with high spirits and shouted passionately: "Then, let's collect the information of the players from other regions who have advanced to the finals. ! We must defeat them severely! Sun Wukong!"

"Oh!" Sun Wukong raised his fist and responded.

"Hey, there's me too! There are two people here participating in the finals!" Clin was dissatisfied.

"If you don't win the championship, you won't have a big meal to eat. You know that, Wukong!" Bulma ignored Krillin and continued.

"Oh! Eat a big meal!" Sun Wukong continued to respond happily, shook his fist, and went to Bulma's gym to practice. With the magic weight and weight clothes made by Wu Tian for them, even ordinary fitness equipment can exert the effect of practice on Sun Wukong and Klin.

In fact, a skilled martial artist can practice his martial arts anytime and anywhere, even if he doesn't have any external objects, does not need any gravity clothing, or any special venue. Even for ordinary push-ups, martial artists with different levels of practice can produce different effects.

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Time flies by quickly, and the global finals of the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Club are approaching day by day.

From East, West, South, North, Central, the qualified players from the five major competition areas are training each other, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

The media are digging up the information every day to build momentum for this global event that takes place once every five years. The information of a total of 16 contestants from the five major regions is being mined over and over again. It seems that they are eager to know what time they get up from morning to night and what they eat for breakfast. The report of how much you ate is clear and eye-catching.

Popularity voting for the contestants is also being conducted on major websites.

"Of course I'll vote for the new champion from Beidu. He's so handsome. I've never used the second move before!" Yuru left a message excitedly.

"That's because the Beidu Division is the weakest division, okay?" Ru Ru replied disdainfully, "I don't know that Sun Wukong from the Xidu Division has already defeated the last championship and didn't even leave a qualifying spot for him? This year's The overall champion is none other than Sun Wukong!"

"That's right, my Goku is the cutest and most handsome! We haven't seen each other for five years, but he's still as cute as before!" Many people liked it and made countless comments.

"Don't you guys keep staring at Sun Wukong? Didn't you know that there was a young master in Nandu Division this year who called himself Crane Senryu? He is a hybrid of the Three-Eyed Clan. I heard that he seemed to be the Beijing fan of the first martial arts tournament that year. Where are the descendants?”

"Beijing rice? Real or fake?"

For a time, there was a lot of discussion. Among all the contestants, Sun Wukong, Piccolo, and Tianjin Fan were far ahead in popularity. Following the three of them was Krillin... seemingly because he was suspected of being Sun Wukong's fellow disciple.

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In Beidu, the wind is as cold as a knife.

A deserted mountainous area with rolling snow-capped mountains.

A green-skinned weirdo wearing a white robe and waistcoat was sitting in the air above the valley, his white cloak rustling in the cold wind. His expression was cold and his eyes were strange, and he was staring at something in front of him very seriously.

It was a book, controlled by his super power and suspended in front of him. Looking at the cover, it was the book that was now popular both inside and outside the world's martial arts circles, "Wu Ren's Notes" written by Wu Xianren himself.

Piccolo's expression was focused, his eyes flashed with blue-white light from time to time, and he used his superpower to turn the pages.

The wind and snow roared, but they were isolated by his ability and would not wet the pages of the book.

After easily winning the Beidu Division Championship and qualifying for the qualifying round, Piccolo overheard a passerby talking about this book. He didn't care at first, but when he heard that it was written by Wu Xianren, he went to get a copy. Look, I have been reading it until today, and I have read it countless times before I knew it.

Regarding Wu Tian, ​​Piccolo's mood is undoubtedly very complicated.

According to the emotions he inherited from the previous generation of Old Piccolo, he hated Wu Tian to the core, because it was this man who, at the critical moment, caused him to be sealed by Wu Taidou with the Demon Sealing Wave; this letter In the past hundred years, after finally breaking out of the seal, he was driven by the demons of the demon world and lost all his dignity. In the end, he was killed directly by Wu Tian who was unknown to him and was incredibly powerful. He almost lost the belief to start over again. Bereft.

…Start all over again? Now that I think about it, this idea is really ridiculous.

During the two hundred years when Wu Tian used magic to suppress the life breath of the demon fetus and sealed it on the top of Wuxian Island, Piccolo's mind was chaotic, but overall, he was always growing. Wu Tian's hatred, even if he was unconscious, was deep-rooted, but at the same time, his fear of this man was growing day by day in the endless darkness.

After he was finally born, Wu Tian told him that he would not kill him.

Can a villain like me... start over? Bewildered, disdainful, and frightened, Piccolo began to learn from his master on Wuxian Island. It was during this period that his understanding of Wu Tian began to break away from the shackles of Old Bic on him. He gradually realized how unfathomable and terrifying Wu Tian was.

Sun Wukong and Klin, two people he originally looked down upon, were growing rapidly before his eyes and under Wu Tian's guidance.

Now, after reading Wu Tian's writings, I feel that Wu Tian is indeed a well-deserved "Martial Immortal" as the world says.

Wushu laymen can enjoy the ups and downs of the story in the book and gain enlightenment in martial arts. Those who are new to martial arts can see many thought-provoking insights from this book, and many problems and detours in practice can be solved one by one. , and even a master of martial arts can read between the lines, and discover insights like morning bells and evening drums.

Piccolo only felt that there seemed to be countless Zen ideas hidden under the surface of the stories in the book. Every word contained complicated martial arts, and even natural principles that transcended the martial arts. It really impressed him. I am so mesmerized that there is such a broad-minded and selfless person in the world, and there is someone with such vast martial arts realm, cultivation, and achievements. Compared with him, everyone in this world must be humbled to the dust.

Unknowingly, the ambitions of the Great Demon King have long since faded away.

There are people like Wu Xianren in this world. Even if there are 10,000 Big Demon King Piccolo, they can't make any waves, just increase the laughter.

Piccolo was training alone in the snow-capped mountains of Beidu. It's not that no one discovered him. The media had already discovered his traces using extremely concealed equipment. Information about the new champion of the Beidu Division was printed and published in the Beidu Division every day. People found that Piccolo was also watching Wu. The immortal's writings are so fascinating that I can't help but feel a sense of identification with them.

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Dongdu.

Satan became a member of the martial arts association. After learning good martial arts, his living conditions have improved a lot. However, his father suffered from an old illness and passed away a few years ago. He also participated in this year's Dongdu Division Martial Arts Tournament, but unfortunately failed before qualifying.

But even so, Satan still booked a ticket to Sa Yuan City. It was a rare event. As a member of the martial arts association, of course he had to go and experience it. Moreover, he made an appointment with some people in the main city of Wuxian on the Virtual Earth Network to organize an offline party for exchanges and discussions.

"Let's go!" Satan shaved his beard cleanly and went out with his luggage full of energy.

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Nandu.

In a deep mountain and dense forest, the sound of a waterfall is as loud as thunder.

"Tianjin, it's time." Dumpling flew here using Wu Kong Technique and said to the muscular young man under the waterfall.

The third eye on Tianjin Fan's forehead suddenly opened, and a ray of light burst out. He jumped up, escaped from the bombardment of the Baizhang Waterfall, and flew into the air. His whole body relaxed. He opened his eyes, and his three eyes were agile. And Shen Jing smiled and said: "Let's go, dumpling!"

"Um!"

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Niu Mo’s signature restaurant.

Qiqi stayed in front of the TV, humming and waiting. When the Bull Demon King saw it, he couldn't help laughing and said in a loud voice: "Qiqi, the finals haven't officially started yet, you'd better come and help dad cook! You do it It tastes better than dad’s!”

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The Edge of the Desert, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Yaqi Luobei held an iron sword and faced the scorching desert sun. He drew, swung, and sheathed the sword. His movements were refined, and his expression was so focused that he seemed to be another person. Every time he drew, swung, or sheathed the sword, his posture, strength, and distance were exactly the same. Each sword contained the peak of energy, and the sword was dense.

At his waist was the Wu Xian Sword that had never been unsheathed.

The little fat man was sweating like rain. After swinging the thousandth sword, he put the sword back into its sheath, wiped the sweat from his face, and thought to himself, it seems that the finals of the world's best martial arts club are about to begin... forget it. , it’s nothing to do anyway, so just go and have a look.

How powerful will Sun Wukong... martial arts... be?

Hey, what is that?

Achilobe was about to leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright light shining in the nearby sand. Out of curiosity, Achirobe walked over and dug a few times in the half-sand, half-rock ground. He found an orange-yellow bead. He looked carefully and found that there was a red five-pointed star in the center of the bead. It's floating, very beautiful.

"It's very pretty... Go back and string the rope together and make it a necklace..." The little fat man scratched his head, suddenly touched his double chin, and thought, "How about giving it to Qiqi... She will like it... who cares……"

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Western capital.

"Wait a minute, are you ready?" Bulma opened the aircraft capsule and asked back. (To be continued.)