Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　In the dense forest, Sun Wu was weakly leaning against the tree, and for a long time, he gave a wry smile.

"Damn divination mother-in-law, I don't believe that without Zhang Butcher, I will eat piggy." Gradually, Sun Wuben's eyes became firm. After leaving the dense forest, Sun Wuben returned to his mother's room and looked at his mother's peaceful sleeping position. The chaos gradually calmed down.

　　 On the other side of the earth, here is the city of Satan, which is famous for fighting. Naturally, the martial arts atmosphere here is very strong. A small city has 18 fighting martial arts centers.

　　 There are only fifteen apprentices in the martial arts dojo No. 18, which is the least among all the dojos. At this time, there was a boy in red in the dojo, wearing headphones and playing sandbags frantically. After a while, he opened his mouth wide, spit out a big tongue, and panted like a dog.

If Sun Wu had seen the appearance of this young man here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is the son of luck in Dragon Ball. Yes, he is the son of luck, a person who has bad luck in martial arts, but other people who are extremely powerful— -Satan, but his name is Mark at this time.

"Snapped!"

　　 A slap was slapped on the boy's head.

　　 "Lazy again!"

　　 I saw a white-haired old man dressed in a white tunic with a clean shaved head and staring at the young man with a stern face and hatred of iron and steel.

"Oh, Master! I'm not lazy, I'm not lazy!" Mark took off the earphones and opened his mouth with a haha, and then said cautiously, "Master, I've been practicing seriously just now, don't believe me." You ask the juniors, I just took a breath, haha, take a breath!"

　　 "Master, Brother Mark is indeed practicing seriously!" said a young man next to him.

"Huh!" The white-haired old man snorted coldly, his eyes just staring at Mark, "I didn't mean to say that Sun Wuliu's martial arts practice is extensive and profound, and every action is less and more accomplished. You have to keep your heart at all times to cultivate home. You practice while listening Song, how is the efficiency so good?"

　　 "Master, you have wronged me. The song I listened to is not an ordinary song." Mark retorted with a grin, "If you listen to this song, you won't be angry, but you will praise me for having insight."

　　 "Not an ordinary song?"

　　 The white-haired old man was angrily laughed: "Wow, then why are you not ordinary?"

"Master, this song is not ordinary, but the person who sings is even more extraordinary. Do you know who he is? If you know his identity, you will be drunk for three days and three nights with joy." Mark Haha laughed, but his eyes flickered. Mark had the longest practice time with his master, so he naturally knew that his master Sun Wusheng had a grandson named Sun Wuben.

"The singer of this album is called Sun Wuben, and the song, lyrics, and singing are all the same person. This song **** Sun Wuben can never be the grandson of the old man, but who made them have the same name." Mark's thoughts turned at this time. It’s the most important thing to try to fool the Master away. As for whether you lied to Master, can you blame him? It's normal for someone to make the two of them share the same name.

　　 "Wow, then you have to talk about it, I am curious about how sacred can make me drunk for three days." The white-haired old man's face became more ugly, and his voice became cold.

　　 Mark got cold all over, knowing that the master was really angry, he even put away his smiling face.

　　 "Master, this album was released by your grandson Sun Wuben." Mark said with a serious face, "By the way, your grandson is now named the **** of song."

　　 "Sun Wuben?"

　　 Sun Wusheng was taken aback for a moment, his expression was a little dazed, and a face appeared in his mind in a daze, that was the original face of Sun Wu four years ago.

　　 Sun Wusheng just froze for a while, then came back to his senses and glanced at Mark.

　　 "Master, I didn't lie to you, really." Mark said cautiously.

"Forget it this time. You are not allowed to listen to songs when practicing in the future. The duel between Liu Feng and you in Fighting Hall No. 1 is about to begin. This battle is related to whether our martial arts dojo can become the best dojo in Satan. You must not fail, you know." Sun Wusheng said in a low voice, turned his hand back, and walked out. After three steps, he stopped again, "By the way, give me a copy of that copy of Sun Wu's record."

"Ah...oh, Master, wait!" Mark said repeatedly. He turned and rushed to a house next to him. There was a package on the shelf. Markla opened the package and saw a large stack of records, the top one. On the cover of the record is the profile of a teenager, which is Sun Wuben.

　　 Mark grabbed the record as soon as he stretched out his hand, his eyes fell on the young man's face, and a weirdness flashed in his eyes.

　　 "Speaking of which, the eyebrows of this Monkey King really resemble the master." Mark muttered, then grabbed the record and rushed out of the room.

　　 "Master, this is the record released by your grandson." Mark carefully handed over the record.

　　 "Yeah." Sun Wusheng took the record casually, and glanced at the album cover on the record casually. When he saw the boy's profile face, the hands holding the record froze.

　　 "Master, what's the matter?" Mark wondered.

"Oh, nothing." Sun Wusheng took the record back into his arms, turned and walked out of the training hall, and then walked into his room. Then he took out the record, and his eyes fell on the side of the young man's face, and he sighed, "Like, still It's really like."

　　 Undoubtedly, the first time I saw the profile image on this record, Sun Wusheng felt that this was the profile image of Sun Wuben, but Sun Wusheng soon woke up.

　　 "It's time for the kid Goben to go to high school in the North Capital Key Class. This kid is promising, but it's a pity that I'm not qualified as a grandfather."

　　 Sun Wusheng walked to the side of the cabinet, opened the cabinet, and took out a photo from a Zhongshan suit hanging inside. This is a family portrait.

　　 Monkey King's eyes fell on the face of Monkey King in the photo.

"This child is also 17 years old this year?" Sun Wusheng put the photo and the record together. The record and the Sun Wuben on the photo looked a bit like, but Sun Wuben just smiled wryly, "It's really old-fashioned, I thought it was the same person." He looked at him. It fell on the girl doll in the family portrait again.

"That girl Mia is holding the dojo alone, and I don’t know how she is now." Compared with Monkey King, Sun Wusheng’s feelings for Mia are deeper and she misses Mia more. After all, Sun Wusheng is away all year round and rarely goes home. I took Mia with me when I was outside. This area has been around for nearly ten years. I have taken it for ten years. I haven’t seen Mia for four years after a farewell. It is conceivable that Sun Wusheng missed Mia. I could restrain it in the past, but today, I was so excited by Sun Wuben's record that suddenly, an impulse in my heart could not be restrained at all.

　　 sat there for a while, the Monkey King raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, Mia's current cultivation base is more profound. Now my fighting arena is facing a battle of life and death. If you succeed, you will rise to heaven, and if you lose, you will leave. But Mark's kid is very playful and not enterprising enough. , It's better to call Mia over, because Mia's cultivation level will definitely stimulate him severely."

　　 Sun Wu knew very well that his disciple named Mark, although he was young, had strong self-esteem, and he was a big man and was extremely lustful. He had strong self-esteem in front of women and would never admit defeat.

　　 At this point, Sun Wusheng grabbed the phone and dialed the number that hadn't been dialed for four years.

　　 Ginkgo Village.

　　 Sun Wu’s dojo, Mi’er’s room, Sun Wu is talking to his mother.

　　 "Beep~~~" bell rang.

　　 "Hey, you are..." Sun Wuben even grabbed the phone, and a voice came from the receiver, "Hey, Mia or Mi'er?" The voice was a bit old, but full of breath.

　　 Upon hearing this sound, Sun Wuben's eyes lit up.

　　 "Grandpa!" Sun Wuben exclaimed happily, "I'm Goben, grandpa, you are afraid of three or four years when you go out~www.NovelMTL.com~ Where are you now? Are you still healthy?"

　　 "Haha, you are very good Gomoto. I haven't heard Grandpa's voice for three years and I can hear it." Sun Wusheng said happily in the martial arts dojo on the 18th.

　　 "It's been four years, OK? Grandpa, you rarely call today. Could it be that you are going home? Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?"

　　 "Four years?" Monkey King was in a daze.

　　 "Gomoto, how is everything at home? Where is your sister Mia?" Sun Wusheng asked.

　　 "Sister Mia is not here now, and there is nothing else at home, it's my mother's illness..." Sun Wuben said.

"Is there a shortage of money for medical treatment? Don't worry. Grandpa has opened a martial art dojo on the 18th in Satan City. I believe he will make a lot of money soon." Sun Wusheng said, "By the way, isn't Mia here? What is she? Time to come back?"

　　 "There is no shortage of money, grandpa, are you looking for sister Mia? Tell me, I can't tell when she will come back."

　　 "That's it, that... that... forget it, let her call me when she comes back." There was a hint of disappointment in Sun Wusheng's voice.

　　 "Grandpa, do I need Sister Mia's help?" Monkey King asked Benlian.

"It’s something. I want her to come over for a while, but she’s not here. Okay, Gomoto, you study hard and don’t care about other things. Our Sun family has been rude martial artists for generations, and now it’s hard to get out of you as a scientist. Sun’s family has to rely on you to shine. Well, long-distance calls are expensive, so grandpa won’t tell you more.” Sun Wusheng hung up the phone as he said, his eyes fell on the family photo.

　　 "Mia, this girl is not there. Did she go outside to practice? Strange, Gomoto should be at school at this time, why is she at home?"

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