Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

"Sun Wuhan... er, hello, Mr. Sun Wuhan." Klin was also wearing an animal mask. When he saw an old man and a young man who were also wearing animal masks walking back, he hesitated and bowed.

Sun Wuhan said through the mask: "You are also Master's disciple. You don't need to be so polite. I count him as your senior brother."

Klin scratched his head and said: "This is inappropriate...you are Wukong's grandfather..."

"Master, look..." Sun Wuhan looked at his master Wu Tian.

Bulma was next to Hathaway, rolling his eyes and looking back and forth at Sun Wuhan, Sun Wukong and Krillin. Sun Wuhan is Sun Wukong's grandfather, but they are both disciples of Grandpa Wu Tian. Krillin and Sun Wukong are brothers, but theoretically he should be Sun Wuhan's younger brother... This relationship is a bit confusing.

"Haha." Hathaway pursed her lips and smiled, teasing from Wu Tian's side, "It seems that someone is too casual... and there will be trouble."

Wu Tian shook his head disapprovingly and said, "What kind of trouble is this!"

Then he said to Sun Wuhan and the other two, "What you call each other... you decide for yourself! Don't ask me... Okay, I'll send you here, and then you can register for the competition yourself and prepare for the competition."

He pointed at Sun Wuhan. This kid actually dared to make fun of himself.

Hathaway gave Sun Wuhan a look that said, "Bless yourself." She smiled and walked in the other direction with Wu Tian.

"What are you talking about?" Sun Wukong couldn't understand and scratched his head.

"That's right, Wukong, you probably won't care about this..." Klin was speechless.

Bulma glanced thoughtfully at the direction Tianjin Fan had just left, and whispered: "Just now... the rookie champion of Nandu looked at us several times! According to the information I found, this person, And even though his junior brother 'Dumpling' has been eliminated, they are all descendants of a school called 'Hesenryu'... Mr. Son Gohan, do you know 'Hesenryu'?"

She looked at Sun Wukong, who nodded and rubbed the head of his little grandson Sun Wukong. His voice was low through the mask: "The founder of the Crane Senryu is my master's younger brother. They were together in the ancient great master martial arts." I studied martial arts under the tutelage of the great master. After all, that person is also my uncle. As for that Tianjin fan... he came prepared... I can feel that there is a hidden power in this disciple of the Kakusen-ryu. the power of."

"Grandpa Wu Tian's junior brother? Isn't that awesome?" Bulma was startled, and then said, "Martial Master? I remember... this is a character in Grandpa Wu Tian's "Wu Ren Notes", right? Real person?"

"That's right!" Sun Wufan nodded and sighed, "Three hundred years have passed by in a hurry. People in this world only know the masters of today but not the masters of the past. They only know the martial immortals but not the masters of the martial immortals. Master, he is probably It's a pity for his own master. But now, as long as his book is around, the name of Wu Taidou's great master can be passed down forever."

Klin's heart surged when he heard this. His master was so charming and elegant, so of course he felt honored.

"Not only that, but there is also this son..." Sun Wuhan turned his head and looked at the sky, "The descendant of the Demon King has been dormant and dormant for two hundred years. Now that he is born, it is not easy."

At this time, the crowd was in an uproar. It turned out that a man in white robe suddenly flew in mid-air. It was Piccolo, the champion of the Beidu Division.

Piccolo glanced at Sun Wuhan and the others, and happened to collide with the sight behind Sun Wukong's mask.

"Oh, he waited until the master left before showing up. Is he so afraid?" Sun Wuhan shook his head.

"These people are indeed not simple..." Bulma rolled his eyes, then leaned over and patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder, saying confidently, "But Wukong will not lose to those people! Right, little monkey?"

"Ah... you'll have to try to find out!" Sun Wukong hugged the back of his head and looked through the mask, "But I won't give in easily!"

Klin said feebly: "Don't forget about me, I am also competing..."

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After sending Sun Wukong and Krillin to compete, seeing that the global finals would officially begin in a while, Bulma and Sun Wuhan entered from the auditorium entrance. On the way, I met an extremely tough girl with golden wavy curly hair, holding a fat man by the collar. There were a lot of people watching, so Bulma and Sun Wuhan didn't join in the fun. The two of them sat down in the auditorium, just waiting for the game to start.

At this time, on the other side of the Western Capital, there was a quiet restaurant far away from the hustle and bustle of the martial arts club...

Click.

Hearing the sound of the box door handle turning, Tsurumi, who was sitting in the chair, twitched his ears slightly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, rolled his eyes, and glanced towards the door.

A beautiful woman with long purple hair came in when the door opened. This woman looked very young, with a refined appearance, but also had an aura that was mature to the core. She looked at Tsurumi who was sitting on the chair next to the wooden table in the box, and she clicked. Nodding, behind her, a young man with short gray hair who was half a head taller than her walked up.

"You came."

Tsurumi retracted his gaze without squinting. He stretched out his palm to signal. There were two cups of hot tea placed opposite each other on the table. "Sit down."

The visitors were naturally Wu Tian and Hathaway. After separating from Sun Wuhan and the other four, he took Hathaway directly towards Tsurumi's Qi. A truly unpredictable martial artist, after practicing martial arts and qigong to the core, can read endless contents from the qi.

Wu Tian knew that Tsurumi was waiting for him, so he came.

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"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be unimaginable for me...that your Qi would become like this now." Tsurumi said slowly. He closed his eyes and felt Wu Tian's Qi up close, but... …It’s not much clearer than when you are at the opposite ends of the earth.

Like a mist, it disappears and appears, and it feels like it's drifting away.

What level of cultivation has his unfathomable senior brother reached now?

Has Wu Tian already seen the scenery that Master could never touch in his entire life?

Tsurumi opened his eyes, it was really unimaginable.

Wu Tian smiled slightly, pulled out the chair, and sat down with Hathaway.

"Junior brother has made a good disciple." He said, then he picked up the brewed tea, opened an empty cup, filled it until it was flush with the rim of the teacup, put down the teapot, and tapped the wall of the cup with one finger. , the filled cup of tea was pressed against the table and moved in front of his wife Hathaway. In the process, not to mention spilling a drop of tea, there was not even a trace of ripples on the overflowing tea surface.

Tsurumi didn't know if he heard Wu Tian praising his apprentice Tianjin rice. He just stared at the cup of tea in front of Hathaway. When Hathaway was serving tea, he withdrew his eyes and looked at Wu Tian opposite him. , he was silent for a while and said, "Did you keep Piccolo's demon seed?"

Tsurumi, the champion of the Hokuto Division, also learned a little bit of information.

That face was unrecognizable to others, but he would never mistake it. (To be continued.)