Dragon Ball: Crane Immortal Rise

Although Yamcha has many shortcomings, he is not an evil person himself, he is kind-hearted and helpful.

Otherwise, despite having special skills, he never killed any enemy from beginning to end. It can be said that no one in Longzhu has achieved such a miraculous achievement...

Putting aside the fun factor, as long as you are a normal person, you will not be willing to see innocent civilians in a city killed because of you.

Yamcha, who was hiding in the basement at the moment, was particularly angry. He glanced at his legs bitterly and lowered his head helplessly.

If he hadn't been injured, he wouldn't be sitting here, but he couldn't do anything to help.

"Don't blame yourself too much, it's not your fault!"

After all, Bulma was Yamcha's girlfriend and knew very well what she was thinking, so Wen Yan comforted her by saying:

"There are so many monsters, even if you are not injured, you are definitely no match... Those who are killed can be resurrected by using the Dragon Balls later, so... don't blame yourself!"

Yamcha breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the arrogant and domineering demons outside, seeming to have made some determination.

"Thank you, Bulma!" Yamcha suddenly said softly, "But my legs are hurting now. Can you please bring me some ice packs?"

This sudden tenderness, coupled with Yamcha's bright eyes without any evil thoughts, immediately made Bulma shy. She had always been unable to resist handsome guys, especially her own boyfriend.

"Diexiang, why are you so polite? Taking care of you is what I should do."

After that, with a swaying figure, she came to the storage room and rummaged through the ice packs inside.

Unexpectedly, at the moment Bulma leaned down, Yamcha suddenly raised his hand and sent a Qigong wave, which hit the door of the storage room accurately.

The entrance collapsed directly, blocking most of the door.

Bulma was startled and quickly looked back, only to see that the door had been destroyed and was filled with miscellaneous things. Although it was not blocked, it would take at least half an hour to clear.

"Yamucha! You!! What are you doing!!"

Now Bulma panicked and hurriedly stood at the door of the storage room and shouted.

"My dear, take care of yourself! There are some things...I have to do..."

Yamcha said softly, like a relative whispering, but the ice-snow and smart Bulma immediately understood what her boyfriend was thinking.

"Hey! Don't do anything stupid! Yamcha, please stop, don't be impulsive!..."

It's a pity that Bulma's voice could only echo in the empty basement, but it never made the man look back...

......

On the ground in the Western Capital, the demon warriors were still ravaging the city. High-rise buildings were constantly being destroyed, cars on the streets were burned, people's miserable voices could be heard endlessly, and the whole place was as terrifying as hell.

At this moment, I heard a voice yelling:

"Hey! Dirty slugs! Aren't you looking for Yamcha? I am! Come and kill me!"

The demon warriors who were still enjoying the joy of killing couldn't help but look around and saw a guy in plaster with a cane standing on a truck, glaring at them menacingly.

"Hey? It's really this kid...why is his leg lame?"

"I heard Dagu said that it seemed like he was beaten lame during a martial arts contest!"

The demons chirped and taunted, and surrounded them, not giving their prey any chance to escape.

Yamcha gritted his teeth to prevent himself from being too impulsive. In fact, he secretly accumulated strength, planning to risk his life when his opponent got close, and use the turtle style Qigong to hit the opponent's face.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and only the camera robot secretly filming in the distance was transmitting the images to TV sets in thousands of households.

"Dear viewers, at this moment a citizen is being surrounded by monsters. Seeing that his legs and feet are in plaster, he may not even be able to escape. At this time, I'm afraid there is no way to save him... What a pity that he is so young. He’s going to die!”

Bulma, who was anxious in the storage room, heard the voice coming from her cell phone, and immediately collapsed on the ground and started crying.

Despair filled everyone's hearts for a while.

"Hehe! You loser whose legs were broken in the quarter-finals, come and die!"

A demon warrior laughed playfully and rushed towards Yamcha.

The ugly face and contemptuous smile make people feel uncomfortable when they see him.

"Come on! Let's die together!" Yamcha yelled, while preparing to blast out all the energy accumulated in his hands.

However, at this critical moment, a shadow suddenly appeared between the two of them, and then quickly kicked out with a sweeping leg, knocking away the demon warrior who was rushing towards them.

"Well???"

Seeing the sudden reinforcements, Yamcha finally reacted in time. At the critical moment, he stopped his Qigong, otherwise he almost killed the savior in front of him.

"Who on earth showed up at this time?"

Yamcha said doubtfully, and then took a closer look.

I saw police combat uniforms, armed leather boots, and belts decorated with grenades...

Surprisingly, it was Xia Xin whom I met at the World Martial Arts Conference!

The camera used to shoot it naturally conveyed this picture.The host in the studio was obviously more excited than Yamcha!

"Oh my god! He is the savior who destroyed the Black Silk Army! The hero of the year, he is back! When the Western Capital was in the most danger, he stepped forward again! We are saved! We are really saved!!!"

Bulma, who was in the storage room, was in a desperate mood at the moment. She quickly took out her phone and looked at Xia Xin's appearance carefully.He was covered in sweat, his body seemed to be steaming, and his face was sickly red, as if he had exhausted himself from running a marathon.

"Xia Xin...you came here from Yahe...a place thousands of kilometers away?"

Yamcha shouted in surprise:

"Idiot! What are you doing here? You are dying in vain!"

No wonder Yamu was so excited during the tea party. Wu Kong Technique itself is a very energy-consuming move. Even if Xia Xin is the strongest among all the people, she would not be able to maintain such a huge consumption after sprinting for thousands of kilometers. She is probably already exhausted. Exhausted.Not to mention there are so many enemies waiting for him right now.

The demon warrior who had been kicked away just now stood up now, with a cruel and malicious light in his eyes, and said with a strange smile:

"Haha! Flying so far? No wonder the kick you just kicked me was soft and without any damage. It was just relying on the power of acceleration and inertia to barely knock me away! Now that you have no acceleration, let's see how you can follow us. Be against!"