Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　 The world's No. 1 Budo Tournament has a domineering name, but the actual impact is not great. The tournament is also extremely simple. The first thing to do is the qualifiers.

　　 The qualifiers began soon.

　　 Sun Wuben, Sun Wukong and other players all entered the competition hall.

　　 "This conference is to decide who is the best player in the world..."

　　 The host monk in the competition hall is making a pre-match speech. All areas with windows outside the competition hall are occupied by reporters. Because of the rules, only contestants can enter the competition hall.

　　 "Here, I found the God of Song!" There was a sudden excitement scream.

　　 "What the **** is that!" Bouma turned and screamed at the reporter who was not far away. Suddenly he was taken aback, God of Song? He said that he found the **** of song, could it be...

　　 Buma was stepping on the shoulders of Oolong, leaning on the window and looking in, wanting to watch the game of Yamucha, but at this time, there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind.

"I heard that the reporter said that I found the God of Songs. Could it be that Sun Wu actually participated in the martial arts competition. That guy should be a good student who studied obediently. He actually practiced martial arts. Oh my god, what kind of person is this! Better than this young lady, is this young lady too beautiful, so the genius made my genius appear small flaws, and was suppressed by this kid a little bit?"

　　 "But..."

"Buma, do I watch the game of Yamucha or Sun Wuben? Yamucha is the most handsome in the world, and Sun Wuben is so strange and troublesome. Well, it is so decided. Look at both. If that Sun Wuben Not as handsome as the legend, just watch the game of Yamucha." Once Bouma made a decision, but his eyes were searched in the arena but he couldn't find the shadow of Sun Wuben.

　　 "Oops, this competition hall is the prince. If Sun Wuben is in it, it should be there, not Yamucha and Monkey King." Buma became embarrassed again.

　　……

　　 The draw soon began in the competition hall.

　　 "Is that you on the 12th?"

　　 "Why, you are my opponent No. 11? It depends on whether you are thin or not. I'm afraid I won't be able to take a punch from Lao Tzu. It's better to surrender early when you come to power."

　　 "Just say this to you, I must beat your mother without even knowing it!"

　　 The whole atmosphere began to become fierce. At station 1, Klin also drew his own number, and he collapsed at the first sight of his face.

　　 "It's an arena with Wukong. I'm most afraid of fighting with Wukong. What should I do?" Klin shrank and frightened.

　　 Sun Wukong looked like nothing had happened, and said to Klin: "Klin, you must be gentle when you wait for the competition, and don't use too much force."

　　 "Huh?" Klin was almost dumbfounded, he was wondering whether he could win the first game, and Monkey King actually let him start to relax.

　　 "I feel that these people are all so weak, not as strong as the Monkey King." Monkey King also said with some doubts, "They are so weak, if you are too heavy, it's not good."

　　 "Are you... afraid that I might hurt someone by mistake?" Klin almost jumped up, "Goku, when would you tell a joke?"

　　 "Anyway, you must hit lightly." Wukong still said, just at this moment--

"Snapped!"

　　 A big hand slammed Klin's bald head fiercely. It was a tall and thin monk with a sly smile on his face.

　　 "Isn't this Klin?" The tall and thin monk slapped Klin on the head with a wicked smile.

"Master...Master...Brother..." Klin's body trembled. Klin was born in the Duolin Temple, which is famous for martial arts. When he was in the temple, he was often bullied by those brothers. There was already a shadow. Seeing this brother, I was frightened like a conditioned reflex.

"Who is he?" Sun Wukong curiously asked, and frowned again, "Klin, what are you afraid of?" Although Sun Wukong didn't know Klin's current skills, he could defeat this tall and thin monk with just one finger. I also felt that the opponent was far from Kelinqiang, and naturally didn't understand what Kelin was afraid of.

　　 "The teacher I used to live in Duolin Temple...senior brother, very strong." Klin said shivering.

The tall and thin monk laughed and patted Klin: "Klin, you have escaped from Duolin Temple for more than seven months. It turns out that you are hiding outside to practice martial arts secretly, and you dare to participate in the martial arts conference. He has gained a lot of courage. Yeah, what's the number, huh? No. 121, great, brother, I'm No. 122, and we were on the first scene. Let brother see how much you have grown over the past seven months."

　　 The tall and thin monk is so excited, this **** of Klin is actually his opponent in the first game, isn't that giving him points. The monks from Duolin Temple nearby also looked at this tall and thin monk enviously.

　　 The tall and thin monk slapped Klin's bald head a few more times, and then left Klin grinning in pain.

　　 "Damn it!" Monkey King muttered, "Klin, don't keep your hands in a while and give this **** man a severe lesson."

"What are you talking about? That person is the number one master of Duolin Temple!" Klin jumped up violently, and then looked frustrated, "Oh, oh, I will be beaten badly this time. I was so unlucky, I thought that I wouldn't have to be bullied by them after I escaped from Duolin Temple, but I did not expect to meet them...

　　 "Klin, right?" A gentle voice sounded.

"You are..." Klin raised his head and looked at the young man who came walking in the courtyard. This young man was very sunny and handsome, and made people feel good at first sight. It was just that Klin didn't know him, but Klin saw him soon. The big character'Enlightenment' written on the chest of the white T-shirt.

　　 "Sun...Sun Wuben...Singing God?" Klin wondered.

　　 "It's you, big brother!" Monkey King shouted, "My name is Monkey King, Klin, look, I said Big Brother is here to participate in the martial arts conference!"

"Son Wukong, you are much better than Klin, so I am called Wuben." Sun Wuben smiled and looked at Klin, "Klin, you are not only inferior to Wukong, your vision and courage are also far behind, that The monk of Duolin Temple, you don't need to be afraid of him."

　　 "But... but he is the number one master of Duolin Temple, you haven't seen him terrible." Klin said in disbelief.

"I said that your vision is not as good as that of Wukong. So what if the monk is the number one master of Duolin Temple? You still have to be afraid of him with your current skills? Klin, you have to believe in yourself, now you, tie your hands and use your tongue. That guy can be tortured to death." Sun Wuben said, shook his head, turned and walked away, "An elephant is actually afraid of an ant, which is really speechless."

"Haha." A loud laughter sounded, and a sturdy black-haired man in his 30s and 40s pointed at Sun Wuben and laughed wildly. "You kid said that the little kid can torture the top master of Duolin Temple with his tongue, laugh. It's dead, so funny! It's the first time I heard such a funny joke. I am worthy of being a **** of song. The jokes I said can also become gods, **** of jokes, haha..."

Sun Wuben frowned. This Ma Xuan laughed so loudly that everyone around heard it, and many people started to laugh at it. The monks in Duolin Temple even leaned forward with laughter and hugged. Speaking of the pain in the stomach. After all, these martial artists could not feel the anger of others like the later Z fighters. Naturally, they didn't know that Klin's martial arts level was far beyond the reach of people like them.

　　 "Xia Chong can't speak Bing Ye." Sun Wuben snorted to the ring where he was in the distance.

"Hey, Singer, you'd better sing. You can sing well, but martial arts is not something you can play." Ma Xuan shouted, Sun Wuben ignored it at all. At this time, a white beard and white hair. The old man stood in front of Sun Wu himself.

　　 "Good guy."

"Old man, what's the matter?" Sun Wuben suddenly became vigilant. According to the original plot of this martial arts conference, Guixian Ren Yi Rong disguised as Jackie Chan to participate in the martial arts conference, while Turtle Immortal Yi Rongcheng was a white-haired, white-bearded man in Chinese costume Old man.

　　 The old man in front of him looks and dresses similar to the plot.

"How do you know that these two little ghosts are so strong that they can defeat the top master of Duolin Temple with their tongues?" Guixian asked with a smile on his back and his hands. Monkey King and Kelin are his disciples. The'God of Martial Arts' naturally understood how strong these two disciples were, strong enough to easily sweep the entire martial arts conference, but how could anyone else know.

　　 And he is also very interested in the sunny and handsome boy in front of him, because from the people around him, it seems that this boy is a super big singer, and he has also attended a key class in the northern capital.

"These small two dolls, without the ability to shock the sky, dare you come to this martial arts conference of Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger?" Monkey King smiled and blinked at Immortal Turtle. If you dare to come to this martial arts conference and have such confidence, I am afraid that you are also a master of masters, and the people of Duolin Temple who have a good reputation, I am afraid that they will not be able to stop the elderly with three punches."

　　 Guixian's lips jumped, his level had already reached an incredible level, not to mention the top master of Duolin Temple, even the entire Duolin Temple combined would not be enough for him to bombard him with a qigong.

　　The look on Immortal Turtle’s face did not change: "Young man, what do you want to say? My old man is naturally strong. Young man, can I make it into the top eight?"

　　 "It depends on what the old man thinks, if you are willing, it will naturally be easy..." Monkey King said with a smile, just at this moment--

　　 "No. 100, contestant No. 101, please come on stage."

　　 "Old man, it's me, my number 100." Monkey King said even, and walked away from Guixianren to the far ring.

"This kid really sees that I and Wukong and Klin have reached another level, but this is impossible. It is impossible for the gods and the Karin immortals to see the strength of a person without fighting. Is it really as he said? That reason?" Immortal Turtle looked at Sun Wuben's back with doubts.

　　 "I don't know how this kid is in martial arts?" Guixianren suddenly became interested.