Dragon Ball: Counterattack Yamucha

Chapter 71 The Resurrected Tao Baibai!

"It's the gods who are angry!
If you do that, I will kill you! "

Yamcha shouted suddenly.

"You will die!"

The god's tone was condensed.

With an extremely complicated look in his eyes, he murmured:

"If I die, I can be resurrected with Dragon Balls."

Yamcha said sternly:

"Don't try to lie to me, you are dead, Shenlong will not exist. I believe Wukong will make the same choice as me."

Without waiting for the god to say anything, Yamcha turned and left the temple.

"You are a good god in my heart.

If there is no dragon ball, there will be no acquaintance between Wukong and me.

Although it all started because of you, it cannot end because of you. "

Looking at Yamcha's leaving figure, Tianshen fell into deep thought.

After a while, his eyes became more determined, and he murmured:

"You don't understand Yamcha, all the evils are born from me"

Yamcha did not return to the Western Capital after leaving the Temple of Heaven, but headed straight for the Southern Capital.

He's going to meet Piccolo for a while.

"Bick."

Yamucha chanted the name, feeling complicated for no reason.

The advancement of the plot in this world is getting faster and faster, and will soon enter an unimaginable progress.

Yamcha clenched his fists.

Now his strength has been equal to that of the gods, and his means are even higher than the gods.

But this is not enough, he must practice even harder.

Kelin and Tianjin Fan should be able to become stronger in the subsequent martial arts meeting after being reminded by themselves.

And Wukong was forced into the spiritual time room by the gods, and he had an extra year of practice time.

Yamcha knew it very well.

The practice in the spiritual time room will make Wukong stronger and surpass the original work more and more.

If Piccolo can't keep up with Goku, maybe it will be boring afterwards.

"Have you arrived yet?"

The red sun was setting in the west, the sky was gradually darkening, and the time turned and it was evening.

Rows of houses, high-rise buildings, and roads extending in all directions appeared in the sight of Yamcha in the sky.

He crossed the plains and wilderness and came to Nandu.

The god revealed that Piccolo is here, but it is not easy to find Piccolo from this big city.

Yamcha suddenly noticed that there was an aura slightly higher than ordinary people in the distance.

"It's not like Piccolo, this breath is too weak."

Yamcha frowned and murmured:

"He inherited the strength of old Piccolo, so the aura should be somewhat similar."

But after thinking about it, Yamcha guessed that Piccolo might have lowered his aura, which is not certain.

All in all, Yamcha felt that he should take a look, and then he flew in the direction of that qi.

"Tavern."

Standing on the roof of the building, Yamucha felt that the air was coming from below.

His face was a little strange, because it was a tavern.

"It can't be Piccolo."

Immediately Yamucha jumped off the roof.

Landing lightly, like a feather fluttering down.

This caused a few people to be astonished, their faces showed surprise expressions, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

"Huh? This person actually came down from the sky?"

"My God! He can fly?"

"This building is 50 meters high!"

"Superman!?"

Passers-by were amazed and whispered aside, but they still dared not go forward.

Yamcha ignored the eyes of these people and walked straight into the tavern.

Pushing open the door, the strong smell of wine wafted inside, accompanied by loud shouting.

Yamcha glanced over, and locked on to the man with one glance.

That wasn't Piccolo at all, but a tall, muscular martial artist with an afro head.

But generally speaking, his aura is much stronger than that of ordinary people, probably slightly inferior to Baput who was killed by Wukong before.

The luck in Yamcha's heart disappeared.

With a look of disappointment on his face, he turned and left.

Also, how could Piccolo come to this kind of place!

Suddenly, Yamcha thought that Piccolo might have learned to hide his anger.

"It's very possible. Piccolo has learned his lesson. He didn't expect someone to be able to fight him. After being killed by Wukong, he became more meticulous."

Yamucha walked out the door, looked at the bustling street, and frowned.

In the city under the night.The flow of people became even denser, and the atmosphere became more heterogeneous.

Looking at the endlessly flowing streets, it is not easy to find Piccolo who is hiding in this city full of human beings.

He secretly said in his heart:
If only the gods could tell me where Piccolo is!
Suddenly, on the outskirts of Nandu City.

An abnormal breath erupted fiercely, like fireworks flashing by in the dark night, fleeting.

"This gas is Piccolo!"

Yamcha keenly caught the anomaly.

"It's so powerful, it should be right!"

In his perception, this aura is like a red flower in a mass of green leaves, extremely conspicuous.

Immediately, Yamcha jumped and flew towards the position of that aura.

Not long after Yamcha left, a strange person walked into the tavern.

His arms and head were all covered by unknown purple metal, leaving only a sinister face.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is actually a long braid dragging behind him.

As soon as he entered the tavern, he was watched by everyone.

"Is this guy weird?"

"Why do I feel familiar?"

"The word 'kill' on his chest seems to have been heard somewhere"

Everyone felt that this strange guy with extraordinary momentum was very oppressive.

After he stepped into the tavern, the noise of the crowd became much quieter.

After the man sat down, he hooked his hand at the waiter.

At this moment, there were two drunken men, one old and one young, who were drinking by the side.

The old one is strong and strong, while the young one is tall and tall. At first glance, he looks like a martial arts practitioner.

They also saw this strange man, and their eyes were blurred, looking at this strange guy.

One of them, an older middle-aged man, walked crookedly in front of him and sized him up for a while.

After seeing the long braid behind the man, the middle-aged man pouted with disgust.

"This hairstyle is really ugly, Mark, come and see!"

The middle-aged man murmured and shouted at the young man:
"Your afro looks much better than his haha"

The young man named Mark also smiled deliriously, and the confusion on his face became more intense.

"Don't you know how death is written?"

Suddenly, a cold voice poured into Mark's ears, making him shiver.

He suddenly felt that the temperature in the lively tavern had dropped a lot, and then he saw the weird man in front of him inserting his arm into his teacher's body.

Mark's alcoholism disappeared instantly, and he had goose bumps all over his body, from head to toe.

"Old teacher!"

After reacting in a short time, Mark was horrified, his face was full of disbelief.

This guy was able to kill his teacher in an instant!

He is the only nine-level boxer in the Satan Gym!
"Uh uh uh uh uh."

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth kept grunting, and the mouthful of blood stained his body red.

"Oh my god! I remembered! He is Tao Baibai!!!"

There are many guests in the tavern who know Tao Baibai's experience.

After seeing the guy who killed for no reason in front of him, he suddenly remembered that terrifying name.

The word 'kill' on the robe and the conspicuous braid behind him are all signs.

The world's number one killer, Tao Baibai!

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the tavern, and everyone panicked.

They scrambled to run towards the door, for fear of falling and being killed.

Mark turned a deaf ear at this time, he stared blankly at the dead teacher.

"Fortunately, I will charge you for killing people."

Tao Baibai withdrew her hand.

Throwing the middle-aged man on the ground without looking at him again is like trampling an ant to death.

He picked up the wine that the waiter brought tremblingly, and poured it into his mouth with his head raised.

I saw the wine splashing out of his body.

Mark looked at the murderer in front of him, his legs and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't dare to rush up, he was afraid that he would be killed too.

Mark kept shouting frantically from the bottom of his heart:
God!This mysterious guy is terrible!

Actually!He actually killed the teacher with just his arm!

"Hmph! Damn you bastard! Make me never enjoy wine again"

With a gloomy expression on Tao Baibai's face, he turned his head and saw the afro kneeling on the ground in fright.

"roll."

There was indifference in the cold tone, which made Mark shrink back.

Mark ran out of the tavern with a scramble.

While fleeing in a hurry, he swore secretly that he would never mess with those unknown guys again!

Far from the wilderness of Nandu,
Yamcha didn't know that Tao Baibai had been resurrected, and he was searching for Piccolo's Qi at this time.

He looked down at the black smoke rising from below, and murmured in a low voice:
"It was here just now."

(End of this chapter)