Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

Tsurumi was silent for a while, he raised his cup and drank tea, his brows were slightly frowned, he felt that it seemed a bit bland and not tasteful enough.

"Drinking a bar makes you feel sad." Wu Tian sat opposite, put down his glass, and said so.

"Who said I was worried?" Tsurumi said lightly.

"When people get old, they will always recall the past. Reminiscing about the past is worrying." Wu Tian shook his head, "When there is a difference, there will be sorrow. The memory of the past will always stop in the past. That is the real parting, really worrying. There is nothing wrong. Admittedly, many times... I also think of Master."

It's not Wu Tian's pretentious posture... Although his mind is dominated by the man of the third generation, the original "Wu Tian" mental fragments merged with him when he traveled back then, otherwise, in the underworld, the king of Hades He has already seen through his details.

He also has feelings for Wu Taidou.

What's more... Taidou Wu's earnest teachings to "Wutian" and Tsurumi, even Wutian, along the way, can get some enlightenment from it every time he recalls and reflects.Perhaps Wu Taidou's "energy level" is trapped by the environment of the times, limited by his own aptitude, and limited by the degree of cognition, which is far behind Wu Tian, ​​but his insights, especially some martial arts thoughts, are very instructive sex.

Hathaway put her hand on the back of Wu Tian's and said softly, "That's why you wrote 'Wu Tai Dou' in the book, right?"

Tsurumi put down the teacup, and at this time, Wu Tian had disappeared from the seat.

In just a few breaths, he reappeared, but at some point there was a jug of wine and two glass cups in his hands.

"This is your sister-in-law's own brewed wine, try it." Wu Tian patted the stopper off the wine jar, threw a glass cup firmly in front of Hejian, knocked the teacup open with skill, and lightly touched the table in front of him with his fingers. With a light knock, two streams flew out of the wine jar, branched in the air, and landed in the glazed wine glasses in front of Wu Tian and He Jian respectively.

Hathaway always said that Wu Tian was used to the bad habit of the phoenix drinking, but she herself learned some methods of brewing wine, and occasionally let the phoenix drink a little secretly.

Ding, the two brothers and sisters clinked glasses, and there was no surprise in their glasses.

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Bang!

Monkey King flipped several somersaults in the air, and with a groan, he finally came to a stop on the edge of the Duanshan ring.

"Huh, it's so dangerous!" Sun Wukong touched his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.

The host and referee, the sunglasses brother Mustache, explained passionately: "It's really exciting. We can see that at the beginning of the game, the Tianjin Fan player and the Monkey King player brought us a match that was not lost to the previous one. The wonderful duel between Zhang Bick and Kelin! As expected of the successor of Wu Xianren, Sun Wukong's performance has never let us down! Judging by his expression and posture, it seems that he still hasn't used his full strength! And Tianjin Fan, it seems There is still room for it! Crane Immortal Style, this genre that has never been heard before, who is so sacred?"

Before the host had finished speaking, Tianjin Fan's offensive followed one after another.

His speed increased again, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already on the edge of the ring, beside Monkey King... what? !Monkey King was startled, Tianjin Fan's qi, as if teleported, suddenly flashed from the opposite side to his right side.

Monkey King dodges in a hurry, and only saw Tianjin Fan's three calm eyes.

Tianjin Fan's five fingers are like five steel bars, glowing with a dark yellow light, with an incomparably sharp grab, tearing the air, the momentary claw strike, seems to have scalding heat, brushing the hair on the top of Monkey King's head , a few strands of black hair fluttered in the air, knotted together like a scorched earth.

Snapped!

A black shadow slapped Tianjin Fan's hand from below, making a crisp sound in the air, showing the intensity of the force.

Tail?

The third eye on Tianjin Fan's forehead turned, and he noticed Monkey King's tail as early as the very beginning.For a person as talented as Monkey King, with a fighting style and incomparable spirituality, if this tail is not a weakness, it must be one of Monkey King's weapons.Therefore, when Tianjin Fan was fighting, he had already taken this tail into consideration.

The tail lashed Tianjin Fan's forearm firmly, making a red welt.

But Tianjin Fan also took advantage of the situation with his hand and grabbed Monkey King's tail in the palm of his hand. Originally, after Monkey King pulled out his tail, there was an extremely dexterous movement of retracting his tail. It is impossible to keep the tail, but...Tianjin Fan's speed and strength of his attack suddenly increased again, and he grabbed Monkey King's tail in time, preventing him from escaping.

Got stronger again!

Sun Wukong fell on the ground with a surprised expression. From the beginning of the previous competition, he noticed that Tianjin Fan's Qi...has been slowly but steadily rising.

"What's going on here? How can this person's Qi... keep increasing?"

Kelin was resting in the player lounge while watching the game of his good brother Monkey King.

At this time, he also showed surprise, because for some reason, the breath of Tianjin Fan was still rising!He originally thought that this person was slowly entering the state of martial arts, and his aura was gradually rising, just like Wukong, who belonged to the "slow-heating" martial artist.

But now it seems... the other party seems to be consciously improving his Qi!

In the sky far away from Sayuan City, the fast-flying Piccolo stopped abruptly. He showed a little surprise, and looked back under the clouds, towards the direction of Sayuan City... Is it the three-eyed qi?How did it become so strong?And it is still getting stronger, with a strange pulsation, it continues to rise!

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"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Tianjin Fan grabbed Monkey King by the tail, pulled Monkey King up, and whipped him back and forth on the ground. The sound was dull and loud, and countless female audiences covered their mouths with tears in their eyes... It's so pitiful, little boy Wukong is so pitiful, how could this freak with three eyes be so cruel?

Huh... Tianjin Fan pulled his tail again and wanted to throw Monkey King to the ground, but he would not hold back, because the other party didn't even take off that weird wristband, so it's okay to despise him so much and make him suffer a little bit Big deal!

In the auditorium, Boulma frowned deeply.

She wasn't worried about Sun Wukong being beaten, because she knew very well that Sun Wukong was a Saiyan, with rough skin and thick flesh, and was very resistant to beatings. What she was puzzled about was another aspect.

"Why did Wukong fall to the disadvantage?"

At the beginning of the game, Monkey King was obviously in the upper hand, but gradually, at some point, Tianjin Fan started to beat Monkey King step by step.