Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

That night, there was another lively night. ????

"Wukong, you are grabbing food too quickly!"

"Aww! Aww! Aww!..."

"Scared, are you eating so much that you don't even have time to talk?!——Phoenix! Are you here to grab it too?!"

"quack!"

"I played so hard today, damn, leave some for me!"

"Ha ha……"

Sun Wukong and Ke Lin were fighting over a pile of plates. Not only that, but a red bird flew to the banquet and snatched the food from their hands like red lightning. Sun Wukong and Ke Lin were offended. Lin yelled, and Dr. Breeves, Sun Wuhan, and Hathaway all laughed.

The servants carried piles of delicious food and colorful drinks to and from the banquet.

Most of the people here are martial arts practitioners. Even if they are not as big as Sun Wukong, a Saiyan with a big stomach, their appetite is extraordinary. Tianjin rice and the others are happy today, and they all eat with open stomachs, plus Sun Wukong and Phoenix Two bottomless pits, almost grabbing a plate, stuffing it into his mouth with a fist as soon as he raised his neck, chewing it twice before swallowing it...

The robot servants were actually too busy. Dr. and Mrs. Breeves temporarily called over a dozen real servants and managed to cope with it.

"hehe……"

Sun Wuhan smiled kindly. His level of skill was deeper than that of Sun Wukong, Klin, Tianjin Fan and others. However, when he ate his food, he did not gobble it up like they did. Instead, he picked up the chopsticks slowly and leisurely. Food, and occasionally chatting with Dr. Brieves next to him.

"Really!"

Bulma supported his diet with one hand and grabbed the chopsticks with the other, poking at the plate in front of him. Occasionally he glanced at Sun Wukong, whose cheeks were bulging after eating, and his mouth was depressed...

Hathaway was sitting with Wu Tian. She turned her head and whispered. Suddenly, the delicate watch-like thing on her wrist vibrated slightly. Hathaway raised her brows and flicked her wrist into the air. Suddenly a faint light shot out from her "watch"——

"Ha, Piccolo has indeed entered the Wuxian Tower... It seems like the progress is not bad!" Hathaway glanced at the message that popped up on her watch and couldn't help but laugh, "And that Archbishop , is also practicing in the Wuxian Tower now. He asked Jarivs to completely scan the Wuxian Sword and bring it into the virtual earth network. In the tower, he is integrating the Wuxian Fist into the sword technique..."

Before Wu Tian could speak, Sun Wufan, who was sitting nearby, said with a smile: "Even compared with Piccolo, Tianjin Fan, and Krillin, this little guy named Aqilobei is not bad... The descendants of Noah Robbe back then, it’s a pity, it’s a pity that Noah Robbe himself didn’t catch up with today’s era.”

"Back then, he had unparalleled sword skills and had already attained the power of the gods. However, due to his own limitations, he could not take any further steps. What a pity! What a pity!"

Sun Wuhan sighed with emotion.

Hathaway joked: "Why, Gohan, after seeing Akilobei's sword skills combined with Wu Xian Quan, do you also want to participate in this Wu Xian Conference?"

Sun Wufan shook his head: "I will not get involved in the junior competition..."

"Right."

Hathaway pursed her lips and said to Wu Tian, ​​"A Tian, ​​in this case, these people you value, Sun Wukong, Krillin, Tianjin Fan, Aqi Luobei, Piccolo... and that Qiqi, let me see this The little girls are also very good. Now that they have all entered the tower one after another, this Martial Arts Conference will be very interesting!"

Wu Tian sat upright, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him, and glanced at the bright starry sky above his head, seeming to think of some possible scenes, and couldn't help but smile.

***

Virtual Earth Network.

In the virtual world that simulates the continent's territory in Wu Tianqian's previous life, there are nine main cities on the ground... The number of people online on the Virtual Earth Network every day has exceeded 100 million, and the user activity is terrifyingly high.

The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament has ended, and the Virtual Earth Network Company has spared no effort to promote the upcoming "Martial Arts Tournament" both inside and outside the Virtual Earth Network. Especially in this virtual earth network, the method of promotion is simple and direct. When every logged-in user opens his own panel, a pop-up window will appear, automatically playing advertisements for promotional videos.

The popularity of the "Wuxian Conference" is rising amid the wave of public discussion.

"That's right! I used to watch the World's No. 1 Budokai. Although it was exciting, I always felt that something was missing!"

"Martial arts duel, after all, it is best to fight to the death without sparing any effort!"

"That is to say, I have long been dissatisfied with the World No. 1 Martial Arts Association. There are so many rules that are annoying. You are not even allowed to bring real swords and guns onto the field. What does this mean? It is not even as good as those underground fighting arenas. What is the world? No. 1 in the Martial Arts Club? You can be called the No. 1 in the world even if you are afraid of death?"

"Okay now, in the virtual earth network, there is no possibility of 'killing someone by mistake'!"

"Now I can see the true strength of martial arts masters!"

"Yeah, I wonder how terrifying it would be for Sun Wukong and the others to use their killing moves? Under the constraints of the rules of the No. 1 Martial Arts Association in the world, Sun Wukong can be so scary. What if Sun Wukong would be so scary in the Martial Arts Tournament with no taboos? How invincible?"

"I don't think so? Who said that Sun Wukong would be stronger in the Martial Arts Tournament than in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament?"

Discussions are happening everywhere, and people are speculating whether Sun Wukong, Krillin, Tianjin Fan and others will participate in the Martial Arts Tournament. If they do, their performance will be much different from that on the stage of the World's First Martial Arts Tournament.

"Hehe, I'm afraid that Piccolo guy is going to suffer now! Whether it was five years ago or this year's martial arts conference, he relied on his ruthless tricks to take advantage of him! Now in the martial arts conference, he can There’s no such thing as a bargain…”

"More than that, I heard that in this martial arts conference, without the unspoken rules of the martial arts conference, many old martial arts masters will also participate! They are all masters who have been famous for a long time..."

"I heard that there are even old guys from the fifth floor of Wuxian Tower who want to participate. I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Haha, so what about the old guy? Can he be better than my Wukong?"

"I'm afraid that may not be the case. Sun Wukong is still young after all..."

…

Data Sky, the main city of Wuxian.

Wuxian Tower.

The second floor is the Wuxian Monument space.

"Sun Wukong... No, will Kakarot participate?" Qiqi looked through the various discussions on the air screen, showing a murmuring smile. Her expression seemed to be happy, sad, sad, but soon , she calmed down her mind and her face became firm, "There are still more than ten days left, I have to hurry up and practice! If you don't look at me, I... must make you think highly of me!"

At this time, not far away from the Wuxian Monument on the second floor, a group of people suddenly exclaimed:

"Go up!"

"This Piccolo is really a weirdo. How long has he been in the Wuxian Tower? He actually went from the first floor to the second floor, and now he has rushed to the third floor?"

"Compared to Sun Wukong's speed back then, it's not much slower, right?"

"perhaps……"

…

the third floor.

A fat young man with long black robes draped loosely behind him sat cross-legged in an open space not far from the three-story Wuxian Monument. There was no one around him, and the others stayed far away and did not bother him.

And a long knife that looked like gold and wood was placed across his cross-legged position. On the handle of the knife, the word "Martial Immortal" was engraved, like a silver hook and an iron scratch... Yaqi Luobei stared at the sword not far away. On the Wuxian Monument, a pair of small slitted eyes were open or closed, and one could not tell whether he was awake or asleep.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he looked back, only to see a green data flow condensed into a strange man with a green face and a white cloak. Who else could it be if it wasn't Piccolo?

Many people on the third floor also looked at Piccolo who suddenly entered the third floor.

With so many eyes on him, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net Piccolo's expression was stern and unchanged, but among the many gazes, Piccolo also noticed the gaze of Yaqi Luobei among them for the first time. Looking over coldly...it turned out to be a short human with a little fat and small eyes.

Wuxian...

Piccolo's body is a real-life body completely simulated by Jarivs, so even here, his eyesight is excellent, and he can see at a glance the two words written on the handle of the knife lying across Achilobe's lap.

He also glanced at Achilobey. It should be noted that on this earth today, in this virtual earth network, especially in this Wuxian Tower, I have never seen anyone who dares to write the word "Wuxian" on his sword...

Akilobe glanced at Piccolo for a few times, then ignored him and continued to learn Wu Xianquan and sword skills.

Unlike others, Aqi Luobei was not satisfied with climbing the tower only by relying on Wu Xian Fist. For him, whether it is martial arts, qi, or martial arts, it only makes sense if it can make his own sword skills stronger.

Therefore, when he climbed to the Wuxian Tower, he only relied on "Wuxian Slash" to get through. If you can't combine the Wu Xian Fist you've learned with sword skills, there's no point.

Piccolo was not interested in these suspicious looks. He snorted coldly and strode to the three-story Martial Immortal Monument. As he walked past, those surrounding the three-story Martial Immortal Monument all gave way. Bickley ignored it and raised his head to stare at this more profound Martial Immortal Monument.

Wuxian Conference...

This demon king must avenge his shame...

***

Day after day passes...

Around the world, countless people are looking forward to it, countless media have bombarded and publicized it, and countless martial arts masters are gearing up to prepare for the "Wuxian Conference"... With a prompt on all virtual network logins, beep - it has officially begun! (To be continued.) 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading academy