Dragon Ball: Saiyans at the beginning, cultivating gods and elephants to suppress prisons

"Are you calling us, are you going?"

Sark said, and the man had already turned and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

The Realm King could only hurry to follow.

"Hey, wait, you can't break in, this is the Great Realm King, there are many rules."

Sack naturally ignored it.

The King of the Great Realm took care of everything and quietly watched the ring.

Sark and the people under the Four Realm Kings went head-to-head.

Miraculously, when the four realm kings were hostile to each other, they all turned their guns at the northern realm king.

The King of the Realm stared worriedly into the ring.

He didn't know that the Great Realm King didn't say anything on the surface, and if he secretly got some moths, he would be uncomfortable enough.

Sak looked at it boredly, looking at the nervous expression of the Realm King, and comforted him kindly.

"Don't worry, it's all weak chickens."

The King of the Realm clenched his hands tightly.

"Weak chickens, weak chickens are good. But they are all powerful, and our North Galaxy has not produced many masters recently.

As far as Migolun, Shati, and Leah, the rest of the people have just come to the Great Realm, which is not very powerful.

Sack watched quietly.

These three, two he knew, were the two who first appeared, intercepted and questioned them.

The strength is indeed not bad, but it is not at all in his target range.

He doesn't change his body, he can easily beat them, and it's really not weak.

Soon to Sark shot.

He doesn't have the evil taste of Sun Wukong who warms up first and then shoots wildly.

Strike a direct thunderous blow to defeat the East Galaxy player and return to the starting position.

The onlookers were in an uproar, staring at Sark with frightened eyes.

Before the referee Mushroom Man could react and announce Sark's advance, Sark noticed that one of them was different from the rest's gaze.

Sark gently turned sideways in the direction of the right hand.

Through the crowd, a guy dressed in a white robe, covered in green skin and without a nose and square ears, was quietly staring at him.

I don't know what he was thinking in his heart, but I couldn't see any flaws in my body.

Sark chuckled inwardly.

"Is the strong inductive? It's interesting. The

referee finally recovered from his shock and declared Sark the winner.

Not long after, the ribs rice also went up to defeat the opponent neatly, and the crowd was not shocked.

It seems that everyone knows the strength of ribs rice.

Several realm kings began to quarrel again, talking about whether you lose or I win.

Sark didn't pay much attention, and the strength of this group of revenants was not high.

If you really want to say, there are probably more horror guys at the bottom of hell.

But here's this guy with ribs.

Time passed little by little, and there were funny scenes in the ring, which made people laugh.

The quarterfinals were released quickly.

Manago, ribs rice in the West Galaxy;

They North Galaxy, Sark, Migolen, Shati;

Babur, Kogau of the Southern Galaxy;

There is also the only remaining player in the East Galaxy, Akeya, an old man who looks soft and weak.

Exactly eight.

Sark waited quietly and soon duel out of the top four, followed by the top two.

Throughout the game, Sark did not try his best, and the same was naturally true of ribs.

Even with this amount, the two easily qualified for the promotion.

At this time, both the South Galaxy and the East Galaxy gritted their teeth and constantly scolded the players below their galaxy.

Sark ignored them and looked quietly at the ribs rice.

The powerful energy contained in the other party's body was like the sun and moon, and here, only the Great Realm King was completely elusive.

The mushroom referee held up the microphone and stood in the ring, passionately introducing and re-emphasizing the rules of the match.

Sark listened irritably, took a deep breath, and exhaled!

"Wow, who's blowing me."

Sark folded his hands in front of his chest, his tail dancing freely in the air behind him.

Call!

Landing quietly, his eyes shot towards the ribs rice.

"We, regardless of the rules, fight until we are happy, how?"

The ribs rice snorted coldly, and the whole person rose up and flew towards Sark.

"You are not my opponent, no need to waste time.

Also, I don't mind that the rules are irregular, and you can't let me touch the rules, but unfortunately I won't agree to your request.

In a minute, I can solve you.

Sack smiled.

From the heart.

I haven't been so happy in a long time.

This guy has the potential to talk crosstalk.

What's more, this guy exudes clear stupidity.

"I hope your strength is as hard as your mouth.

Don't have broken bones all over your body and your teeth still hard.

Sack said and realized that it was wrong.

This guy is obviously dead.

There is no hard place.

Sark dressed in a robe, the robe was windless, and the indifferent and cold temperament of ribs rice was diametrically opposite, with a warm, self-improvement atmosphere.

"Hmph, your strength is not even comparable to in front of me."

Sark was shocked.

I don't know exactly how long this guy died, but it should be farther than the time when Bardock went back, not necessarily to ancient times, that is likely to be a cosmic powerhouse in the Sharada planetary period.

When exactly, that's another matter.

As the words of the ribs meal fell, the pressure in the ring suddenly increased, and lightning appeared around the ribs rice.

It turned out that gas rubbed the air and generated electricity out of thin air.

Sark quietly watched the ribs pretend, normally

, the greater the movement caused by transformation or releasing skills, the lower the caster's control over power.

The real master, is completely a stretch of hand, swoosh, energy into the enemy's body, burst open, followed by all kinds of red, white, green and purple flow.

"Friction, friction, is the devil's step!"

The ribs rice snorted, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his green tendons burst out.

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

Sark fingered the ribs all around the rice.

"You are surrounded by lightning, which is caused by qi rubbing air, so slow, naturally it is constantly rubbing, which proves that your control of qi is very weak.

It seems to be very strong, but it is actually very vain, but it is just a silver gun candle head. Ribs

Rice gritted his teeth, feeling for the first time that Sark was so cheap and wanted to step forward and hit him.

Sark shrugged innocently.

"The qi you are raising now, I am not an opponent."

The Realm King was stunned when he saw below, and hurriedly waved his hand to stop it.

"Hey, Sark, you can't admit defeat, my happiness for the rest of my life can be pinned on you."

Sark suddenly shivered.

Unexpectedly, the lethality of the King of the Realm's cold jokes turned out to be terrifying.

"Realm King, as a god, you must be precise in your wording and cannot make jokes."

As he said in his mouth, the whole person flew out upside down, and he was about to fall outside the ring in front of him, and Sark controlled his breath and flew up silently.

"Hey, it's very rude to sneak up while others are talking."

The ribs rice regained his composure, and his eyes were as calm as ice.

"Fight against me, you still dare to talk to outsiders, obviously you can't afford me, then I'll teach you a lesson."

Sark flew quietly in the air, looking down at the ribs rice.

"This is not a lesson, you want to knock me down with one blow."

Sack lowered his head, and the whole person seemed to be very depressed.

"It's a pity that I disappointed you, I, Sark, it's not so easy to defeat."

Ribs Rice looked at Sark's strange movements indifferently, indifferent.

Sark's calm voice came out.