Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

If it wasn't for the evil side created by this god, how could his master Wu Taidou, a great master of his generation, die from exhaustion?

...Thinking of this, Tsurumi paused and looked at Wu Tian opposite.

In the book written by my senior brother, there are all kinds of martial arts principles in it... What kind of broad and selfless mind did Wu Tian express in it? Seeing the words and deeds of the great master Wu Taidou of a generation, seeing the "fictional" "Tai Dou Style"... Seeing things and thinking about others, Tsurumi couldn't help but choked up in his heart.

"What?" Wu Tian held out the cup, and the fragrance of tea wafted up.

"It's nothing." Tsurumi continued to look at the screen. There, on the Broken Mountain back then, two people fought fiercely back and forth. , There are countless people. Among them, a large part of them have a little bit of kung fu.

And all of them, including those who are watching this game through thousands of screens at this moment, all respect martial arts.

Master.

Master.

Can you see it?

Everyone practices martial arts, everyone strives for self-improvement... The golden world you dreamed of belonging to martial arts masters is here today.

That's it.

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Kling still lost.

Piccolo grew up too fast. Not only has he re-cultivated the skills of the old Piccolo back then, but he also learned a lot from Wuxian Island. In addition, after he won the championship in the Beidu Division, he has been practicing all the time. After painstakingly studying Wu Tian's book, I was quite inspired, and my heart of martial arts has changed...

Relying on the flexibility of the Namekian's arms and various magical abilities, Piccolo narrowly won a move without taking off his weight.

"What a great showdown!"

"Let us congratulate Piccolo for being the first to enter the finals of the No. 20 World No. Before the championship and runner-up battle, compete for the third place with the players who lose in the next semi-final battle!"

"Then... Next, let's welcome the Monkey King player from the Wuxian style! And the Hexian style...Tianjin Fan player!"

The host quickly announced the scene, and at the same time, medical staff rushed out from the background and walked onto the ring.With the support of the medical staff, Kelin walked to the backcourt of the players.And Piccolo pushed away the young female nurses surrounding him, and flew towards the sky on his own, his cold demeanor scared the little nurse's face to pale.

Glancing below, Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan came out side by side, one tall and the other short, but they were facing each other in terms of momentum, as if they were evenly matched.

Sun Wukong...

Piccolo squinted his eyes, snorted, accelerated his flight, pulled out an arc, and quickly disappeared into the clouds under the gaze of countless spectators below.

"Uh... It seems that our Piccolo player is a very individual martial artist!" The host pushed his glasses in embarrassment, and said with a dry smile, "But the championship and runner-up battle is tomorrow, Piccolo contestant Leaving at this time is not considered a violation... Ahem, then, let's go back to the competition, the competition between Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan is about to begin!"

At this time, Monkey King and Tianjin Fan had already boarded the Duanshan Arena, standing still relative to each other.

Just a confrontation pose caused a round of cheers from the audience——

"Oh oh oh so handsome!!"

"Come on, Tianjin Fan!! Defeat that little Douding!!"

"Wukong, come on! Martial Immortal disciple, you must not lose!!"

In the densely packed auditorium, Boulma frowned. How could anyone support that Tianjin fan?Don't they know that Wukong is the direct disciple of Grandpa Wutian?Don't they know how powerful Wukong's talent is?How could that Tianjin fan win!

Beside Bulma, Sun Wuhan grabbed his white beard, laughed, looked towards the big arena in the center, and thought: Then, Master Tsurumi, what secret weapon did you teach this disciple to you... Confidence allows him to fight against Wukong taught by his master...

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"Does the thing on your wrist have the same function as that bald-headed little monk just now?" Tianjin Fan looked at the black curly-haired boy with a tail opposite, and said calmly.

Although he didn't care about the confrontation between Klin and Piccolo just now, when Klin took off his wrist guard, he was keenly aware of the change in Klin's aura.

Therefore, Tianjin Fan guessed that Kelin's wristband might be an item to suppress his own "Qi".

And Sun Wukong also has the same wristband.

"Yes!" Sun Wukong nodded, wagging his tail.

The host grabbed the microphone, and the voice resounded throughout the venue: "Then...the No. 20 World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament, the second round of the semi-finals, Tianjin Fan vs. Monkey King, now...start!"

The cheers of the audience suddenly rose again!

However, the hustle and bustle of the environment did not affect the two people on the stage who were about to fight. Their auras had been colliding with each other when they came out of the players' lounge and walked on the road. The real confrontation started from Kelin and The moment Piccolo's game ended, it had already begun!

"Then... don't blame me for not reminding you," Tianjin Fan's three eyes were extremely calm, he moved slowly and raised his palm, especially the third eye on his forehead, which seemed to have a divine light, he said in a deep voice, "...You'd better, it's better to take off that wristband from the beginning."

Sun Wukong was also infected by the seriousness of the other party, and the other party's anger...is very strong!

Moreover, he could keenly feel that Tianjin Fan's anger began to...be stronger and stronger the moment he raised his hands and changed his eyes!

stronger!

"Not yet!" Sun Wukong said, with unstoppable excitement in his tone.

This is the kind of person he is, even if his skills are unbelievably advanced in the future, he will often not come up and use his full strength when fighting against any opponent, because what he likes is to fight against people, not to defeat them with overwhelming strength. opponent.

A hearty fight!fighting!

Sun Wukong posed vigorously and said, "Come on!" His eyes were shining brightly, and his blood was burning.

"Hmph..." Tianjin Fan's eyes remained firm, he was carrying the hope of his master, and the glory of He Xianliu... Finally, he made a move!

Sun Wukong grinned, flicked his tail behind him, and made a crisp sound with a "snap", and then the whole person disappeared in place, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared in place... Phoo, hoo hoo, the whole arena, It's the afterimage of Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan, bang bang bang, the sound of their fight is extremely dull, when they act, it's like two groups of black shadows rushing on the ring, and when they stop for a short time, they will leave a clear afterimage.

Not long after, the arena was already full of afterimages of their fighting each other.

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"Oh?" In the auditorium, Sun Wuhan pulled his beard in surprise.

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Wu Tian stopped drinking tea, and glanced at the air screen beside him. The two intertwined breaths on the ring of the Martial Arts Conference in the distance were naturally enveloped by his perception... The breath of Tianjin Fan changed like a palm It is reflected in Wu Tian's eyes like a pattern.

He smiled faintly, and said to Tsurumi: "Sure enough, junior brother... You have thoroughly understood the trick that master taught you."