Dragon Ball Master

In a deep mountain, there are tall trees. Even the sunlight from the sky cannot penetrate the dense leaves and shine down. Although the beasts living inside are not as fierce as the beasts in Baozi Mountain, they are not much weaker, especially the wolves. He is the well-deserved uncrowned king. !

Yamcha listened to the melodious howling of wolves, with a nostalgic smile on his face, and said: "This is really a good place for cultivation. There are wolves everywhere, and the wolves in the desert are more ferocious. After careful observation, my Langya Fengfeng Fist will definitely improve to the next level, and I won’t give up the championship of the world’s best martial arts tournament to that kid Wukong in one month!”

However, he did not have any confidence in what he said. When he thought of the first time he fought with Wukong and was knocked away by a move, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. "Wukong is practicing under Teacher Wu Tian. The effect will definitely be better than mine. I can explore it alone." Strong, right?"

"Of course. With Master's guidance, you can naturally avoid many detours. Especially for an old guy like Wu Tian who has lived for more than 300 years, his rich experience in cultivation is definitely not something you newbies can compare to."

Yamcha was startled by the sound that suddenly appeared behind him, and instinctively jumped to a distance. However, when he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "It's you! I remember Bulma seemed to call you Yang Jian, didn't you follow Wukong to Teacher Wu Tian? Why are you here?"

Yamcha's attitude was not good, perhaps because Bulma was too enthusiastic when he saw Yang Jian, which made him instinctively jealous.

"I came here specifically to find you." Yang Jian shrugged and replied without any concern.

"You came here specifically to see me? You're not wrong, right? We have only met once, but we have no friendship at all. Why are you looking for me?" Yamcha frowned even more tightly.

Yang Jian suddenly showed a bad smile and said playfully: "If I told you to leave Bulma, how would you feel?"

"Why?" Yamcha's eyes showed a bit of wolf-like ferocity.

"Do you think you are worthy of Bulma? You must know that she is the daughter of the Universal Capsule Group, and she is pursued by countless young talents behind her. And you? You are just a lowly sand pirate. Do you think it is suitable for you two to be together?" Yang Jian He said seriously with a straight face.

Yamcha was stunned when he heard this. His inferiority complex was shattered by the cruel reality, and his guarded posture could not help but relax. After being silent for a long time, he said: "You are right, I am not worthy of Bulma." , maybe giving up is a good choice, I wish you happiness." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Lin Nei in despair.

Yang Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, his face was speechless, and thought: "This script is not right! Shouldn't you be young and frivolous, refute me severely, and then make a vow to prove yourself and keep working hard? Shouldn't you still be young and frivolous? Yes, what's the point of wishing us happiness? What is he thinking in his mind?" Seeing Yamcha walking further and further away, Yang Jian stopped thinking and appeared in front of him again.

"What? Did you give up like this? Haven't you considered Bulma's feelings? Aren't you afraid that she would be sad if you left silently like this? Don't you want to prove yourself?" Yang Jian's words were as gentle as thunder, for fear of Yamu Cha couldn't hear clearly enough, "You are not a piece of stinking garbage! You are a human being, an upright person! As long as you change your mind and work hard, you can also become a well-known martial artist. You know your strength yourself, but those guys who swindle and cheat must be stronger." How come they can recruit many disciples and gain both fame and fortune, but you can’t? Believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it!”

It can be said that Yang Jian has exhausted his brains to come up with these words. Of course, the brainwashing effect is not that strong, as you can see from Yamucha's appearance.

"That's right! Although I'm not as strong as Wukong, I'm definitely not weak. There's no reason why I can't do what those guys can do! Wait... Yang Jian, don't you mean to let me leave Bu Ma? What do you mean by this now?" Yamcha no longer felt disappointed before, and his mind was much more flexible.

"Ha... I was just joking, just a joke. Don't take it seriously!" Yang Jian said with a haha.

"It's a joke! Damn your uncle's joke! Lord Lang Fengfeng!" Yamcha roared, and like a lone wolf, he suddenly launched an attack on Yang Jian!Both fists turned into phantoms so quickly that ordinary people couldn't see clearly.

Yang Jian dodged them one by one with an elegant expression, and Xian Xin commented: "Not bad, your boxing technique is somewhat similar to my Ten Thousand Beasts Fist. If you concentrate on studying it and integrate the internal energy method, it is not as good as My Ten Thousand Beast Fist is still comparable to the other twelve forms."

"Damn it!" Yamucha's face was full of anger, and his fists moved faster, but they still couldn't touch the corners of Yang Jian's clothes.

"Okay, let's call it a day this time!" After Yang Jian said that, he suddenly took action and pointed his finger between Yamcha's fists. His whole body was immediately numb and paralyzed on the ground, losing the ability to move. However, The look of shock in his eyes was still very clear, "Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to you."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he lightly cut the palm of his hand, forced himself to suppress the body's self-healing ability, and forced out a drop of bright red blood. Then Xi Zi Laila's founding power surged and continuously merged with the drop of blood, and finally A strange pink light bloomed, floating quietly in Yang Jian's palm.

Yamcha looked at this weird scene, his eyes almost turned into horror.

"Don't be afraid, I told you I won't hurt you." Yang Jian chuckled and sat cross-legged in front of Yamucha, tapping a few points on his body to restore his mobility.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"Help you, you want to prove yourself, then this World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament is undoubtedly the best choice. As long as you can stand out in this competition, your reputation will definitely increase exponentially, and you will be praised by countless people around the world. With the pursuit of martial arts enthusiasts, it will definitely become inevitable to clear your identity." Yang Jian drew a big cake and then shook his head, "But with your current strength, it is simply impossible for you to perform well!"

"Why is it impossible? I'm very strong!" Yamcha argued.

Yang Jian smiled disdainfully, "Strong? I didn't see it. You know, the strength I just used is almost the same as Wukong now! After one month, his strength will definitely increase! Do you think you can beat him? ?"

Hearing this, Yamcha recalled the scene just now, and finally had to admit helplessly, "You are right, there is no way I can defeat Wukong, but since you said you are here to help me, you should be able to find a way, right?"

"Not bad!" Yang Jian went around in such a long circle and finally got to the point. He handed the drop of blood to Yamucha, "Mix it into your blood and you will gain stronger potential. Even if you defeat Wukong, It’s not impossible, and I can assure you that there won’t be any side effects!”

"Can I say no?" Yamcha said with a bitter smile.

"Of course, I don't like forcing people. Otherwise, with my strength, I can forcibly integrate this drop of blood into your body." Yang Jian said with a smile. In fact, he really thought about using force, but in the end he gave up. Got that idea.

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