Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

"I remember Gomoto, you haven't practiced for six or seven years." Kara cried out in surprise. "By the way, you only practiced for a while when you were five or six years old. Although this person doesn't look good, but It seems that you have practiced. You haven't practiced practice for so many years, and you've been with him. Isn't that good?"

"what?"

　　Tianjinfan's eyes stared, and then his face was hard to look at. He hadn't practiced in six or seven years, and he had only practiced at the age of five or six. He actually wanted to fight with him.

　　 "Too much, Tianjin Fan." Dumpling shouted sharply, a small finger pointed at Sun Wuben, "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to compare with Tianjin Fan?"

　　 "He is my brother." Mia said, looking at Sun Goben with puzzled eyes, "Goben, you've been studying and haven't practiced seriously. This brother doesn't seem to be a weak one. You... still don't want it?"

"I know that he is not a weak person. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't want to make a move." Sun Wuben smiled slightly and waved his hand to stop Mia's persuasion. "Don't worry, it's just a pass. It's nothing else. I can't do it. , Come on again, I think this Tianjin Fan brother is a militant, with a very strong mind in martial arts, and I hope that the more people he can do with him, the better."

　　 The corners of Tianjin Fan’s mouth twitched, Sun Wu was right about his character, but...

　　 "Boy, I don't bully the weak at Tianjin Fan, so I don't have time to play with you."

"Tianjin Fan, strictly speaking, I am the first heir of the Sun Wu family dojo." Sun Wuben said with a smile, "I am the son of Sun Wuxian, you come to play in the hall, want to try the depth of Sun Wuliu, I will take it, what's the matter? wrong?"

　　 "Really!" Tianjin rice is also on fire, and the eyebrows are scowling, "Since you want to die, then all right."

　　 "Wait a minute, Tianjin Fan, let me fight him."

　　 "Dumplings?" Tianjin Fan looked at the dumplings, then nodded. Although the dumplings are far inferior to him, there are few opponents.

　　 Sun Wu originally looked at the dumplings up and down weirdly, and looked at the dumplings as hairy, only then smiled slightly: "Your name is dumplings?"

　　 "Yes, do you dare to fight me?" Dumpling pointed at Sun Wuben and said.

　　 "Okay, very good, not bad." Sun Wuben carried his hands behind his back, as if the martial arts seniors saw good materials and beautiful jade and wanted to collect them as disciples, "Your physique is very good, I ask you, how many special abilities have you developed?"

　　 As soon as these words came out, Tianjin Fan and Dumpling's eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.

　　 "You...what did you say?" Dumpling screamed.

　　 "How far are your superpowers developed, how many have you developed?" Monkey King smiled.

　　 "How do you know?" Dumpling screamed as if looking at the most terrible thing. He has the ability to communicate with his heart, and only Tianjin Fan knows it.

　　 "I can see it." Sun Wuben smiled faintly, "I ask you, how many of your superpowers have you developed?"

　　 "How many?" Dumplings stretched out ten fingers and compared them repeatedly, and finally came to the conclusion, "Seven."

　　 Monkey King was stunned, and Tianjin Fan was also stunned.

"Seven? How is it possible?" Sun Wuben screamed, and then asked: "Let's say one by one, how could there be seven? This is not right." Sun Wuben had to suspect that there was a problem with the arithmetic ability of dumplings, Dragon Ball World In the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, the dumplings were defeated by Klin because they were confused by Klin's arithmetic problems.

　　 "I can talk to people in their hearts, this is one, I have iron head skill, this is one, and it adds up... seven!" Dumpling said with fingers curving.

　　 "It's gone?" Sun Wu said incredulously.

　　 Dumpling blinked: "No, yes, I seem to be able to make my stomach ache, but I don’t know whether it counts or not. That’s all."

　　 The corners of Sun Wuben’s mouth twitched, and everyone looked dumbfounded.

　　 "It seems that your arithmetic is very bad, the telephony, super powers, and iron head skills add up to three." Karahaha laughed.

　　 Dumplings were a little bit embarrassed and glared at Monkey King.

"It seems that all your superpowers should have been developed." Sun Wuben said lightly with an old god's presence, and then raised his brows. "You said controlling people's stomachaches, and it's not working at all times. This is true. It's a super power, and it's a very useful super power. Its full version should be able to control people's actions. The reason why you are not smart at all times is that you don't have enough power and you don't have enough control over Qi."

"Really?"

　　 At this moment, Sun Wuben was not only mysterious in Dumpling's heart, but even Tianjin Fan didn't dare to look down upon this young man, and wisely did not speak aside.

"Dumplings, right? Your ability is not good at practicing martial arts. It's a waste. You are also lucky. When you met me, there are no more than three people in this world who can teach you well." Sun Wuben smiled, not purely foolish. People like Dumplings and Tianjin Fan can only develop their full potential after being trained by a Master, otherwise it will be a waste. In Dragon Ball, Tianjin Fan is not bad, and the super powers at the start of Dumplings are very good, but they will almost become a waste afterwards. It's soy sauce.

　　 "Humph!" Tianjin Fan hummed coldly.

"Dumplings, don’t believe him." Tianjin Fan made a dark gesture and said in his heart. He knew that dumplings have the ability to communicate with each other. Naturally, dumplings can hear these words. "This kid does have some abilities, but I think I should talk to you. I also know some mind-reading skills, so I can read some information from our reactions, knowing that you have superpowers and iron head skills, and deliberately say these pretends to frighten us and fool us to their dojo."

　　 "I know." Dumplings also woke up. He and Tianjin Fan had gone a lot, so naturally they had their own opinions.

　　 "You..." Dumpling pointed at Monkey King, "Can you still fight?"

　　 "I was ready." Sun Wuben smiled faintly, and looked at the dumplings with his hands behind his back. "Dumpling brother, you can do it. Let me see how far you are."

"it is good!"

　　 Dumpling stopped talking, and slowly squatted down into a lunge. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com played a common martial arts action, and then only a yin smile appeared at the corner of the dumpling’s mouth.

　　Hoo!

　　 A gust of wind blew, and the dumpling's body moved, as if a motorcycle that suddenly drove to its maximum throttle was rushing towards Monkey King, and even the feet running under the dumplings almost disappeared at this moment like flying electric fan blades.

　　As soon as the expert makes a move, he knows if there is any.

　　 The dumpling shot, Mia raised her heart, the speed of dumplings is nothing to her, but it has reached a very high level, placed in any dojo, the speed can be ranked in the forefront.

　　 Can Sun Wu instinctively handle it?

　　 Mia looked at Monkey King, ready to rescue her at any time.

　　 "So powerful!"

　　 Although Kara is not a martial artist, as a resident of Ginkgo Village, I have seen a lot of martial arts practitioners in the Sun Wu dojo, and I have developed my vision.

"This little kid called dumplings seems to have no weight on his whole body, and his small arms and legs are so strong. Goben is afraid..." Kara stared at Sun Wuben, who had been extremely high since he was a child. IQ, so my family decided on the way to practice text. Although I have practiced martial arts, I was only instructed by my father to practice for two years when I was five or six years old, and then I completely put it down. These karaokes are also watched. In the eyes.

　　 Watching the dumplings approaching fast, Monkey King stood motionless like a stone.

　　 "Hurry up!"

　　 Mia screamed, but Sun Wuben was still standing, as if she couldn't react.

　　 The fist held by the dumpling has hit his thigh. Seeing that little fist hit Sun Wuben's thigh, Sun Wuben's foot finally moved, and that foot was like a leaf blown by the wind. With a peculiar rhythm, it lightly swayed, and the dumpling's fist hit the thigh.