Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

After Wu Tian finished speaking, he didn't wait for Tsurumi's answer, and left under the overpass with his sketchpad on his back. The red dove-like phoenix circled in front of Tsurumi. He felt that this wooden man was not interesting, so he quickly flapped his small wings and caught up with Wutian.

I can have a drink again...

Hejian's expression was dull, his brows gradually furrowed as he watched Wu Tian walk away, and finally he took off and chased after him. Following Wu Tian, ​​he avoided the traffic on the road and turned into a remote alley. It's really rare that in a modern city like Xidu with many high-rise buildings, there is such an alley.

"Boss." Wu Tian entered a small shop, took off the drawing board he was carrying and put it aside, then called into the shop. There were not many customers in this small shop, so it seemed a bit deserted. The phoenix jumped onto the table in a familiar manner, and Wu Tian casually gave it plates and cups.

"Hey! Here we come!" There was only the boss and a cook in the store, and the boss himself took care of the waiter's duties. Hearing the greeting from outside, the chef immediately walked out wearing a white work uniform. He had long recognized Wu Tian's voice, and as soon as it came out, he smiled and said, "It's still the same as before, I'll add some food and drinks to you, right?"

Wu Tian smiled: "I need to add another pair of chopsticks today." He turned around and greeted Tsurumi who was standing outside the door, and said, "What are you doing standing around? It's time to eat."

The boss noticed Tsurumi and said, "Hey, this is your friend? Come in, what are you going to eat?" They were all customers whether they recognized him or not, and the boss greeted him warmly and familiarly.

"Eat like me. For people like us, it doesn't matter what we eat." Wu Tian smiled casually, remembered something, and said to the boss, "By the way, please get an extra bottle of vinegar." He turned to ask Tsurumi : "It hasn't changed over the years, has it? I remember you have strong taste."

Tsurumi's lips moved, but in the end he just hummed, then shook his clothes and walked in. Oddly enough, over the past hundred years, things have changed and people's clothing styles have become more modern, but Tsurumi is still wearing quite 'retro' robes.

"Okay! I'll be here soon!" The boss didn't say much. Wu Tian is a regular customer here, and there are few people in this shop. Naturally, the boss remembers his taste preferences clearly.

Wu Tian reached out and moved the plate and cup of the phoenix opposite him to a position adjacent to his own. Tsurumi sat down directly opposite Wu Tian. The phoenix screamed first, thinking that he would not be allowed to drink today. Seeing that Wu Tian did not remove the tableware, he happily changed seats.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Wu Tian looked at Tsurukian who was sitting across from him and said with a smile, "Yes, it's not far off from what the master used to do back then."

With his current skill and level, he can clearly see the depth of Tsurumi's Kung Fu at a glance without using the 'Qi Watching Technique' he learned from the Adratites. No matter how clever Ren Hejian's method of concentrating his breath was, there was no way he could hide it from Wu Tian's eyes at such a close distance.

Hearing this, He Jian's eyes trembled and he snorted: "I heard and saw everything."

What he said was meaningless, but Wu Tian was only slightly startled, and then understood immediately. So he sighed softly and said: "You and I have different circumstances, so there is no need to compare me with you."

If the encounters in his first and second lives were completely removed, or even if his Sharingan was removed from the beginning, he would not be any better than Tsurumi now... . Therefore, Wu Tian may not have any condescending mentality.

After practicing for many years, searching and questioning along the way... If he can't even maintain such a peaceful state of mind, then his martial arts skills have really been trained on a dog, and even the original old perverted tortoise is far away. Not enough.

Tsurumi ignored him, sneered, and said: "Martial Immortal... Hehe, you are so impressive! So majestic!"

Not to mention the "Wuxianren's Voice" that I heard "with my own ears", in the past year, I have heard countless praises and praises for "Wuxianren" from people all over the world. I heard the cocoon.

Wu Tian shook his head. Next to him, the phoenix on the table was already tapping the empty plate with its beak, making a crisp sound. The boss came out of the kitchen with a big tray and said with a wry smile: "Come on, come on, you little bird, you have a bigger temper than your master!"

Every time I come here, the phoenix gets impatient while waiting for the food and drinks, and pecks at the dishes to encourage me. The boss was surprised at first and thought this red pigeon was very spiritual, but after seeing it more often, he just felt that this bird... What a bad temper.

The boss put down the large tray, took out the food one by one, and placed it in front of Wu Tian and Tsurumi: "Please use it slowly."

"Chirp..." The Phoenix flapped its wings and looked at Wu Tian longingly.

"Okay, okay, you beast, I shouldn't have let you drink in the first place." Wu Tian laughed, and put some peanuts mixed with the special sauce from the shop in front of him into the phoenix's plate, and gave it to it again. Pour a little wine into the little cup.

The phoenix immediately pecked down the peanut happily and knocked down a peanut. After grinding its beak twice, the peanut was ground into fine powder. He raised his head and shook it into his belly. He lowered his head to drink wine and called out in a muffled "Cuckoo" voice. , seems to be similar to the smacking sound that ordinary people make when eating liquor.

Wu Tian looked at the bird he had raised and found it quite funny. This little beast seemed to be... crooked by his own feeding. Opposite him, Tsurumi did not look at the cute and beautiful bird, but stared at Wu Tian and asked in a deep voice: "Where is Piccolo?"

Wu Tian didn't even raise his head and said casually: "Kill."

Tsurumi's expression didn't change. Of course he wasn't surprised, or he had already guessed it. He just asked to confirm. With the methods Wu Tian showed a year ago...it was just Piccolo, he could really be killed with a snap of his fingers.

‘This guy Wu Tian…how far has his skill reached? ’

Tsurumi lowered his head and thought in his heart. This year, he has been wandering around without any destination, and this is what he has been thinking about. What could never be erased from his eyes was the giant white palm that overturned from the sky and pressed down like an overwhelming mountain... At that time, he was obviously far away from the giant palm that fell from the sky, but from the bottom of his heart, he felt that there was nowhere to be found. The despair of escaping.

"But... I did keep Piccolo's son."

Tsurumi raised his head suddenly, with a surprised look on his face.

Wu Tian smiled, waved his hand and said: "Haha, just kidding. It was an egg that Piccolo vomited out before he died. He seemed to want to use it to be reborn. I have a hunch that the thing bred in this egg may not become Piccolo. It is a nuisance like the Great Demon King, so it is sealed. As for how to deal with it... we will talk about it later."

"A joke?" Tsurumi had a strange look on his face, "After living for so many years... you can still joke?"

Wu Tian took a deep look at Tsurumi, and the smile on his face gradually faded away. He shook his head and sighed, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He grabbed the wine bottle and gestured: "Do you want to drink?"

Tsurumi curled his lips, picked up the bottle of vinegar in front of him, poured it into his bowl, and started eating by himself.

Wu Tian didn't pay attention, and drank by himself, teasing the Phoenix twice from time to time, which made it dissatisfied and flap him away with its short wings. The wine in its small cup was bottomed out, and Wu Tian would refill it. Yes, no ambiguity at all.

While Tsurumi was eating, he suddenly paused and without looking up, he grabbed his chopsticks and asked, "Have you learned the Demon Sealing Wave?"

"No." Wu Tian picked up the food and replied, "The way to seal Piccolo's egg... was using another method." Regarding magic, there is nothing to hide, the main thing is to explain it. It's a long story, but Wu Tian never wants to talk at length.

Tsurumi snorted secretly, unwilling to say that he was down, snored and continued eating.

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After having enough wine and food, the two left together.

The Phoenix was a little drunk after this meal, and it was spinning a little while flying at low altitude. Finally, it lay on Wu Tian's shoulder and burped, and fell asleep in a daze.

Wu Tian silently threw a magic spell on it. Although the main things he learned from the holy magician were the 'spiritual system', 'change system' and 'enchantment system', Wu Tian also had some skills in some auxiliary magic. He dabbles, but his attainments are not deep. It's not difficult to help a little bird sober up.

"What do you want to do? Instead of practicing martial arts, you will wander around and paint?" Tsurumi and Wu Tian walked side by side towards the entrance of the alley, glanced at the drawing board carried behind Wu Tian, ​​and said with a sneer.

"Who said painting is not martial arts training?" Wu Tian smiled casually.

He said it casually, but it made Tsurumi look a little serious. He secretly pondered the truth hidden in this sentence... This old guy Wu Tian is very good at martial arts now. Tsurumi subconsciously felt that Wu Tian Maybe there is some martial arts mystery hidden in the words?

After taking a look at Tsurumi's appearance, Wu Tian had a change of thought, guessing his thoughts slightly, he couldn't help but laugh, and he took his casual remarks seriously. After thinking about it, Wu Tian untied the drawing board behind him, opened it, and took out the bottom sheet of drawing paper.

"At any rate, senior brother, I'll give this... to you." Wu Tian handed it to him with the drawing paper rolled up.

Tsurumi took it with a puzzled expression, and unfolded the drawing paper, revealing a picture of a waterfall drawn with a carbon pen: cliff, Bailian, deep pool, jungle... It was obviously a black and white sketch, but what he saw at first glance was For a moment, Tsurumi actually had a hallucination, as if he was in the gloomy mountain forest, in front of the cliff waterfall in the painting, and even heard the sound of natural movement in his ears.

He looked horrified and looked at Wu Tian, ​​shocked and confused.

Is this painting... really able to incorporate the realm of martial arts?

"How...what state have you reached?" Tsurumi finally asked this sentence, his tone full of bitterness.

Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye in his eyes, but in the same blink of an eye, why did he not change much from before, while this old guy Wu Tian...had become something he didn't even dare to recognize?

As Wu Tian walked, he flicked the phoenix hanging on his shoulder with his finger. The little bird's wine had been awakened by Wu Tian's magic. At this time, when he flicked it, he suddenly raised his head in shock, his eyes darting from side to side. shake.

Hearing Tsurumi's serious tone of question, he thought for a moment and replied: "Well... within two hundred years, I won't be able to find a single opponent across the earth... to this extent."

As for whether he will be able to stabilize Sun Wukong and the others two hundred years from now, there is no guarantee at this time. Think about the speed of progress of Sun Wukong and others in the later stages of Dragon Ball, which is as fast as flying a plane. Even though they have two hundred years more time than them, who can pat their chests and guarantee that they can be better than them? There are so many creatures in the universe, and after all these years, none of them can surpass Frieza, let alone Son Goku and the other Saiyan freaks who beat Frieza.

Tsurumi was obviously not satisfied with this answer, because it was basically nonsense. Having seen the methods Wu Tian used a year ago, Tsurumi could never imagine that anyone in this world could be Wu Tian's opponent. He probably couldn't find anyone who could take his blow.

But think about it carefully... isn't that what the so-called invincibility is?

How else to describe it?

What’s the difference between 10 invincibility, 100 invincibility, and 1,000 invincibility? Anyway, you are invincible in the world.

Thinking like this, Tsurumi felt even more discouraged.

Out of the alley.

Wu Tian and Tsurumi stopped on the side of the street, and he asked: "What are your plans in the future?"

Tsurumi held the waterfall picture in his hand, was silent for a while, and hummed: "Anyway, I won't be like you, selling paintings!"

Wu Tian shook his head, and just as he was about to say something, a piece of wrinkled drawing paper flew away, "Even if I, Tsurejian, am not as good as you, why do I need your charity?" Wu Tian raised his hand and took away the flying drawing paper. He took the shot back from the air and held it in his palm. He looked up and saw Tsurumi flying into the sky using the dance technique. He was not slow, he rose into the sky in the blink of an eye, turned around and went away.

Wu Tian was silent for a while, then smoothed the drawing paper and put it back at the bottom of the pile of drawing paper. I turned my head and saw a little boy biting an ice cream cone. He stared blankly at the direction of Tsurumi's retreat in mid-air. The ice cream fell from the tube without noticing...

The ice cream that was about to fall to the ground was wrapped in telekinesis, floating and placed back on the ice cream cone. Wu Tian smiled slightly, put the drawing board on his back, walked over and patted the little boy on the head, and gradually walked away.

The little boy woke up from a dream, looked around, then looked down at the melted ice cream in his hand, and took a big lick. At this time, a fiery red 'pigeon' came over and took a hard peck on its ice cream.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, he screamed and clapped his hands to catch the hateful "red pigeon", but the bird was too flexible, chirped strangely, and flew away in the blink of an eye. Seeing that there was a small cone-shaped pit in the ice cream in his hand, the little boy thought about it with a grimace and continued to lick it...

The little boy's mother ran over, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net angrily slapped her son on the head several times, and scolded: "Why are you running around? Mom has been looking for you for a long time!" The little boy ignored his mother and raised his head. He said, "Mom, I just saw someone flying!" He waved his hands, as if gesticulating: "Flying so high! So high!"

Snap, the ice cream fell to the ground again.

"...What are you talking about!" Mom said helplessly, glancing at the puddle of ice cream on the ground that was melting quickly. Oh, it's better to run away quickly. If you are caught and fined later, it won't be good. So the mother picked up her son and left in a hurry, thinking: 'A man who can fly? Oops, have you made up too many stories about Wu Xianren for your children recently... They are starting to hallucinate...'

The little boy pouted in his mother's arms, thinking to himself that he must...must...remember that the teacher in class recently asked them what their dreams were when they grew up, dreams? The little boy glanced at the huge poster of a certain audition competition hanging outside a commercial building, and thought to himself: 'When I grow up, I will hold a big competition to attract all the guys who can fly... Hmm ...Will Grandpa Wu Xianren come to participate...'

In the city, people come and go.

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