Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

Tsurumi looked at his proud disciple, and could tell what he was thinking at a glance, and asked with a snort, "Tell me, why don't you take a good rest after traveling so tired, what's the matter with finding a teacher?"

TJ Fan finished wiping Tsurumi's feet, bowed his head in silence for a while, then raised his head, looked at Master with three bright eyes, and said, "Master, I also want to participate in the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World!"

"Get out!" He Jian kicked him away, then lifted his foot to turn over the footbath, and flew towards TJ Fan without dripping water, TJ Fan hurriedly reached out to catch it, and the footwash water spilled on most of his body.Tsurumi scolded: "I spent more than half of it, and I will double my practice tomorrow! With your little ability, you still want to go to the world's No. [-] martial arts association? You can afford to lose this person, but I can't afford to lose!"

Especially at that old bastard's martial arts meeting!

What happened to Tao Baibai back then really made Hejian angry.Therefore, the two apprentices who have been accepted recently, TJ Fan and Jiaozi, will not easily let them compete in the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the world.These two are the descendants of the masters of the global finals in the previous World No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament, TJ Fan is the descendant of Bei Jingfan, and Dumpling is the descendant of Wondu.

Tsurumi was actually only interested in TJ Fan's qualifications, but when he picked up TJ Fan, the two of them depended on each other for life, so they accepted him as an apprentice, and it was only after accepting the apprentice that he realized that Jiaozi also had an ancestor he knew.

TJ Fan's clothes were wet, but he didn't dare to talk back. He opened his mouth, but he was still speechless in the end.

After going out and pouring the footwashing water, when TJ Fan came back, he finally couldn't help asking the master who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed:

"But Master, it's fine if you don't allow your disciples to join the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World. Why don't you even allow your disciples to join the Martial Arts Association? I heard that members of the Martial Arts Association can get a lot of knowledge about martial arts from the Virtual Earth Network." Things that help a lot...”

"You have a lot of questions today!" Tsurumi raised his eyelids with a sneer, and looked at the serious and serious three-eyed boy.

However, even he couldn't help being silent for a moment under this question, and finally said quietly: "TJ Fan, please remember it! You are a disciple of the Crane Immortal School! A disciple of the Crane Immortal School, don't learn from him Wouldn't it be impossible to become a master with martial arts skills? What a joke! A joke!"

Tsurumi patted the bed next to him heavily, repeating the word "joke", almost gnashing his teeth.

TJ Fan became more puzzled the more he listened, and said, "As far as I know, the Martial Arts Association is not an association of the Wuxian Liu family, and all the conveniences in the virtual earth network have nothing to do with the Wuxian Liu."

"You mean, do you know more than being a teacher?" Tsurumi looked at TJ Fan coldly.

TJ Fan lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

Tsurumi pressed the bed board with one hand, leaned forward, his eyes were like knives, and said coldly:

"Let me say this for the last time, don't ask any more questions! You just need to keep in mind the requirements of being a teacher. You are absolutely not allowed to participate in the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World! You are absolutely not allowed to join the Wushu Association! A Virtual Machine for the Earth Network!

"Putting aside distracting thoughts, practice hard, as a disciple of the Crane Immortal Style! When the time is right, when the teacher thinks that your level is enough, and you won't be ashamed of the Crane Immortal Liu when you go out, the teacher will naturally allow you to participate in the world competition. The First Martial Arts Association... to make a name for yourself!"

TJ Fan felt awe-inspiring, and only said yes.He knew that the master was really angry, so he didn't dare to say any more words, bowed and retreated, closed the door, and left after a while.

And when TJ Fan left, Tsurumi sat on the bed, found the remote control and turned on the TV again.

"Zizzizi..."

I don’t know how many years ago, an image flickered on the old TV screen: "...he will continue! I didn’t expect this little boy, who is suspected to be the descendant of Mr. Sun Wuhan, to keep defending for so long. After a long time, I'm still going on!"

In the video on the TV screen, although the little boy with a long tail who had already fought countless opponents looked very tired, his eyes still had a strong fighting spirit, and the close-up of the camera also gave him such eyes that seemed to be shining.

The fighting spirit in the boy's eyes is so pure that even Tsurumi couldn't help but feel chilled.

Occasionally, he looked at the image of the video camera flashing away, as if he wanted to shoot but didn't dare to shoot, flashing past a gray-haired young man under the ring... Crane looked at it expressionlessly, and finally pressed The remote turned off the TV.

The room suddenly became quiet again, as dead still as if no one existed.

Tsurumi Ku sat on the bed with a blank expression on his face, his eyes were dim and he didn't know what he was thinking.Finally, his low self-talk sounded in the room, his voice was cold, like ice slags falling on the floor of the room one by one.

"Martial Immortal Pagoda... Martial Immortal Fist... Hehe... Old thing... You are trying to make everyone in the world become disciples of your Martial Immortal Style... Hehe..."

Tsurumi sneered one after another, gradually disappearing into silence.

The sun was setting in the west, and it was already dusk. The setting sun like blood spilled from the window into the small room of the hotel, illuminating Tsurumi's face on the bed half blood-red and half dark.His complexion was also unpredictable, and I don't know how long it has passed. In this dead silence, a long sigh sounded:

"Master..."

In a trance, Tsurumi, bathed in the slanting sunlight, couldn't help but recall the days when he was learning martial arts at Mount Taidou 300 years ago, the story of his master fighting against Piccolo without hesitation, and what Wu Tian said about his master dying previous wishes.

"The master is such a great hero and great master. How can he take the narrow concept of one school and one school in his eyes? What he has in his heart is the entire martial arts world... You know, when we two were young, we accidentally drank it on the mountain. The master is clear about the matter of drinking the water of immortality. Therefore, the old man wants us to spread martial arts widely in the future, cultivate outstanding martial arts masters from generation to generation, and spread the seeds of martial arts to every corner—if If it’s possible—in this way, even if the Great Demon King reappears, it’s impossible for these demons to do whatever they want again, don’t you think so?”

The words Wu Tian said that day, every word was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, beating in Tsurumi's heart, his soul was shaken.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes or no?"

"Yes or no?"

Tsurumi murmured, closed his eyes and sighed: "Of course it is! Wu Tian, ​​I am not as far away as you!" He sat cross-legged in silence, and after a long time, he whispered to himself: "Let me let you and my senior brother Let's hand it over again, with our respective apprentices... This kid is amazingly talented, you will definitely not let it go, right?...Martial Immortal, Crane Immortal...Tai Dou, hey."

He laughed, and he didn't know if it was a self-deprecating laugh or a sneer, maybe it was more complicated.

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