Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Sun Wuhan asked what level this "combat power 5" was.

Bulma said "Uh" and explained a little: "It's probably equivalent to... the strength of an adult young man! Old sir, do you always restrain your strength like this?"

She is not stupid either. She often hangs out with Sun Wukong and the others, and has heard some things about martial arts.

Therefore, although she was a little surprised by the huge difference when Son Wuhan's combat power was first measured, Bulma reacted quickly.

Sun Wuhan nodded with a smile, and the concept that Bulma just said "the strength of an adult young man is approximately equal to 5" passed through his mind and was quickly forgotten by him.

As a martial arts master, Sun Wuhan is more accustomed to using Qi to sense his opponents.

Beep!

The combat power detector on Bulma's face suddenly popped up with data, and she said in surprise: "112? That's quite high. Who is it?"

She pressed it twice more and immediately discovered that the reaction was not far behind her.

Sun Wuhan motioned to Bulma to look back.

Bulma turned around and immediately saw two people walking towards them in the crowd.

It was a woman with a little red bird on her shoulder. She had an outstanding figure, long purple hair, black clothes and a white shirt, white nine-point pants, black high heels, and stylish sunglasses on her face; and beside the woman, He is a rather tall man, wearing loose casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets, as if he is leisurely. He wears a peaked cap, and like the woman next to him, he also has a pair of sunglasses covering his face.

"Grandma Hathaway!" Bulma immediately raised a smile and waved to the two people.

The woman showed a faint smile, with a lazy little red bird on her shoulder, and walked over with the people beside her.

Sun Wuhan nodded and smiled at the two of them, and said, "Master, where is the master?"

"He went to pick up Wukong." Hathaway took off her sunglasses, looked closely at Bulma, and joked, "Long time no see, my little Bulma is getting more and more beautiful. I'm afraid I'll be surprised when Wukong comes back."

"He doesn't understand anything!" Bulma disagreed and was a little frustrated, but in a blink of an eye he smiled and held Hathaway's arm, "How can I not compare with Grandma Hathaway, I am far behind! Just now you The moment I took off my sunglasses... I felt that the surrounding scenery was eclipsed by it!"

The Phoenix flew away from Hathaway's shoulder and landed on top of Sun Wuhan's head over there.

"The little girl is glib!" Hathaway laughed.

"I said Boomer, what's that on your face?" The short peaked hat next to Hathaway suddenly said.

"Ah...if it weren't for the nose that doesn't count, I almost wouldn't recognize him!" Bulma looked down at the short man in a peaked cap and sunglasses carefully, and she said with a smile, "Klin, it turns out this 112 is you, you When did you come back?"

She pointed to the monocle on her face, which had a line of data.

"I was just picked up by Master not long ago. I rested on the island for a while and watched the competition start soon, so I came here with Master." Klin smiled, and then became a little confused, "112? What is that? You Is it something on your face?"

"This is a combat power detection device that can roughly assess the strength of a living body." Hathaway said. She approved the information that Bulma used to make this monocle.

"Oh? That's what 112 means!" Clin was very interested. "Although I control my energy in a relatively low and natural state now... But what about this number? Is it high or low?"

"How come you are like this!" Bulma complained, then rolled his eyes and said, "112 is very high! Mr. Sun Wuhan was only 5 just now!"

"5?!" Klin was really shocked. He looked at Sun Wuhan and sighed, "Grandpa Sun Wuhan is really amazing. He can actually maintain such a low energy in his natural state... No wonder, so close in front of him, I just feel like the person standing in front of me is an ordinary person, this is amazing!"

I'm still far behind!

Thinking of this, the little pride that Klin had after returning from all the hardships was immediately extinguished.

Sun Wuhan just smiled and didn't say much.

"You are all powerful, okay...what kind of combat power detector is this? You martial artists are the real ones!" Bulma said angrily, then pointed his monocle at Hathaway beside him, and smiled. , "Let me see grandma, your... Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Klin asked.

"Haha..." Sun Wufan smiled.

Beep beep, Bulma pressed it a few more times, looking at a bunch of garbled characters on the monocle, showing confusion, and said: "What's going on..."

Hathaway said: "Maybe the energy in my body is related to A Tian, ​​so it's a little special. If your device doesn't do special processing, it wouldn't be surprising if it can't be analyzed."

Bulma thought about it, and it was right.

The four of them waited outside for a while, and the crowd outside the Xidu World No. 1 Martial Arts Arena remained unabated.

Bulma muttered: "So slow, Sun Wukong!"

Seeing Hathaway glance over with a smile, Bulma immediately rolled his eyes and said something else with a smile: "Where are the Tianjin fans? Weren't they sent to the underworld by Grandpa Wu Tian to practice? They should be back now, right?" The sky turned bright and dark in the morning, did Grandma Hathaway use the dragon balls to resurrect them?"

"Yes." Hathaway nodded.

"They have arrived..." Klin smiled. He looked to the east, showing his fighting spirit, "But he has gone to other competition areas. We will only be able to meet him in the finals in Sayuan City later!"

The little bald man in a peaked cap and sunglasses looked to the north again, "And that guy Piccolo... He has also become stronger!"

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Piccolo since the end of the competition five years ago..." Bulma thought thoughtfully, and then was a little surprised, "By the way, Klin, you can do it even though you are so far away. Do you feel their power? And...Tianjin Fan and Piccolo, they should have controlled their own power like you and Mr. Son Gohan, right? So you can also feel that they have become stronger?"

"Unlike mechanical detectors, UU Reading www.uukｎshu.net martial arts practitioners can detect the strength of their opponents through telepathic energy..." Sun Wufan explained, "Of course, it is closer to an intuition. , the more advanced the martial arts master is, the keener this intuition will be."

"Yes, that's it, intuition!" Klin nodded with deep understanding.

"Really, it's not scientific at all..." Bulma muttered. She suddenly had an idea, whether she could make a device that could accurately measure the strength of martial artists no matter how they concealed it.

Because theoretically speaking, the energy of a living body will never disappear out of thin air. Even if it is hidden and suppressed by the martial arts master's superb skills, the existence of high energy still exists. It is impossible to say that when the martial arts master hides his energy, the energy will dissipate. Fallen, disappeared, reduced... This does not comply with the law of conservation of energy.

This thought swirled around in Bulma's mind.

At this moment, Hathaway suddenly smiled, and she turned around and said, "They are back."

The phoenix flew up from above Sun Wuhan's head.

them?

Bulma was surprised and turned around to see two people of similar build who had appeared in front of the four of them at some point. One was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a calm expression; the other had black hair. The young man with messy hair has a smile on his face, giving people an optimistic and cheerful feeling, as if he doesn't have any worries.

"Master!"

"Wukong!"

(To be continued.)