Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

"Ouch!"

Yamucha's leg was directly broken by Tianjin Fan, and his body was also bruised. He was very embarrassed and moaned in pain. He was sent to the emergency stretcher near the stadium and went to the nearest hospital.

Oolong muttered, "That guy, did you strike too hard?"

Glancing at Tianjin Fan who was leaving Gu Zi on the stage, the pig-headed man shrank his neck.

"I'll accompany you to the hospital." Boulma sighed and followed the stretcher to the hospital.

Oolong looked at them, then at the ring, and thought that he was still messing around at Boulma's house after all, so he had to follow along...

Tianjin Fan stepped down from the ring, turned back, Sun Wukong leaned against the wall and opened his eyes, and said, "Isn't it too hard?"

Glancing at Monkey King, Tianjin Fan said: "I just can't understand that this kind of martial arts is not like a half-baked guy who practiced martial arts. He didn't stop for a while. Why, is he your friend?"

"That's right!" Sun Wukong said.

In that universe, Yamcha was not too close to them. Sun Wukong was born again, and the emotion he substituted was the same as him.

"In the next match, Monkey King will face off against Dumpling! Let us welcome the two contestants into the arena!"

The mustache referee's voice came here.

"It's my turn." Sun Wukong left the wall, let go of his arms, and looked at the floating dumplings.

Dumpling also looked at him woodenly.

Tianjin Fan shook his head and said, "Jiaozi, you can't beat him, so abstain!"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "I can't beat it, but I have to beat it, right?"

Jiaozi said: "I listen to Tianjin, not to you."

As he said, he stopped floating and kept his feet on the ground. He walked up to Monkey King and looked directly at Monkey King. His wooden eyes could not see any emotion. He said nothing. He walked around Monkey King and stood beside Tianjin Fan, quietly.

"It's up to you." Sun Wukong held the back of his head, with a brown tail flicking back and forth.

"Hey, Wukong, why do you have an extra tail?" Klin's eyes widened, and he pointed behind Monkey King in surprise.

Monkey King was overjoyed, his tail swayed in front of his eyes, soft and flexible like satin, twisting and twisting, he said with a smile: "Hee hee, the tail has grown again, I'm more used to having a tail!"

Tianjin Fan was also very surprised, and secretly wondered if Monkey King was a human being.

In the hospital ward, Yamucha looked at the TV strangely. The local TV stations in Papaya Island broadcasted the No. [-] Budokai in the World. He watched the screen, and the mustache referee and host called the names of Monkey King and Dumpling several times. , no one played, and after Sun Wukong ran out and said something to Mustache, Mustache directly announced that the dumpling contestant had abstained from this round, and the Sun Wukong contestant advanced.

"Why did that person abstain?" Yamucha wondered.

He could remember that Monkey King's opponent was the fellow Tianjin fan who broke his right leg, so he really wanted to see Monkey King beat that dumpling violently to vent his anger on him.

Boulma laughed and said, "Maybe they know how powerful Wukong is, so they just admit defeat!"

Yamucha frowned, suddenly smiled and murmured: "Hey, the next round of Tianjin Rice is against Gui Xianren...he will feel better..."

In the competition, the last match of the quarterfinals was Kelin fighting a sexy woman named Lanfang.

Rao Wu Tian was a little speechless looking at it. I didn't expect that the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the world would allow a flirtatious woman like Lan Fang to advance to the quarterfinals... Let's not talk about whether she is usually good or not, a qualified martial artist Master, if you can be disturbed by women when you are fighting in martial arts, then you are still practicing martial arts!It can be seen that the overall level of martial arts in this universe and the earth is low.To make this kind of woman stand out, the earth in this universe, the so-called No. [-] Budokai in the world, is really not worthy of its name.

but……

"Kelin, what are you doing? It's time to end the game. We will fight in the next round!" Sun Wukong shouted to Klin, who was holding the wall.

It turned out that under Lan Fang's undressing (harmony) temptation, Kelin was beaten so weakly that he had no strength to fight back... The pure virgin monk didn't know where to attack!He is used to punching his chest, but can this be done?This woman's skin is tender and her flesh is white and clean, how can she do it?When he moved, his chest was choppy, Kelin was too embarrassed to stare at it, and then he was punched in the face!

In the original plot, Kling's opponent was a foul-smelling lazy man, and in the end he successfully fought back because he didn't have a nose at all.

In the hospital, Yamucha was lying on the hospital bed, watching the TV. It was a man who was gnashing his teeth, clutching the bed sheet and muttering something in a low voice.

Boulma squinted at him, "Hey hey hey, what are you muttering about?"

Oolong smirked and said: "Isn't it hard to guess? I envy that little bald head. Why can this little bald head be able to touch and beat such a beautiful and sexy big sister when his leg was broken? Hehe..." As he spoke, his halazi flowed down.

"No, no, I didn't think so..." Yamucha said no, but his eyes were bent upwards, looking like a pervert...

Boulma was so angry that she gritted her teeth, walked over to hold the TV and shook it violently, and shouted: "Little bald head, what are you afraid of, beat her, touch and touch her, and you are not the one who suffers! What are you afraid of! I am so angry! Hit! Break her legs!"

I don't know if Kelin heard Boulma's gnashing of teeth and actually fought back. When he closed his eyes and his heart was bent, he leaned against the iron mountain and bumped into Lan Fang's chest. He got up, was caught off guard, stumbled back, was followed by Kelin and pushed his soft abdomen, and fell off the stage.

"Out of bounds! Kling wins!"

Only then did Kelin cautiously open his eyes, and worriedly looked at Lan Fang, who was sitting next to him, on the edge of the ring, "Are you alright?"

Lan Fang rubbed her buttocks, rolled her eyes, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Little brother, you hurt him so much."

"I, I, I can't help it..." Kelin scratched his head dully.

"Hey, you haven't opened your eyes yet, how can you see him and knock him out of the ring?" Lan Fang asked curiously, blinking her big eyes.

Kelin was almost stunned by the pair of big flickering eyes, and he was a little dazed. After Sun Wukong called him twice, he suddenly woke up, blushing as if he had cooked it, and ran away in a hurry, like shit... …

Lan Fang giggled, with a graceful and hot figure, ignoring the hot eyes of the audience, and left.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you dawdling?" Sun Wukong asked Klin who came back puzzled.

"Hey, you don't understand..." Kelin looked at his paws and smirked.

Sun Wukong tilted his head, his face full of doubts. Didn't he just touch the two useless pieces of meat on the woman's chest? As for the aftertaste?He remembered that Boulma would always drag him around when he was doing that kind of thing, and he didn't find it very interesting...

Shaking his head, Sun Wukong felt a little homesick.

This kind of emotion is very light. If it is him in other time and space, he will not have this kind of longing at all. The kind of Monkey King, his heart is clean and clean, and there is no trouble or worry.But growing up under the influence of Wu Tian, ​​Hathaway, grandfather, and wife, he really showed such emotions.

Because of understanding, we know how to cherish and miss.

"Dear audience friends, next, let's start the next round of more intense competition... Let us welcome Wutian contestants and Tianjin Fan contestants!"

In the voice resounding all over the venue, Wu Tian and Tianjin Fan appeared on stage.

In the audience, Immortal Crane looked at the ring with cold eyes. He knew very well how good his apprentice's kung fu was, and his actual level might have surpassed that of his master... The old tortoise suddenly changed drastically. How is kung fu? Can Tianjin Fan try it out?

"Great, this guy has to learn a lesson!" In the hospital, Yamucha slapped the bed and shouted, his face was full of displeasure, Tianjin Fan beat him hard enough, and it still hurts now.

Wu Tian looked at Tianjin Fan in the ring and said, "Interesting, you let Jiaozi abstain, but you don't abstain."

Tianjin Fan said: "Sun Wukong is much stronger than Jiaozi, I don't want Jiaozi to get hurt."

Wu Tiandao: "Do you think you won't get hurt?"

Tianjin Fan shook his head and said: "I know, you are much stronger than me! But... I want to be hurt this time!"

He took a deep breath, put on the standard He Xianliu's hand gesture, and said in a deep voice, "Please enlighten me!"

"Forget it, then I will teach you!" Wu Tian shouted in a low voice, his arms trembled, his waist sank, the key points of the shoulders, elbows, back, knees, ankles and other limbs, especially the fists The four points of the feet are full of vitality, as if the candles are lit.

Tianjin Fan's third glance flashed on his forehead, and he vaguely noticed something.

Huh, Wu Tian rushed towards him.

So fast!Tianjin Fan was startled secretly, but he managed to catch Wu Tian's movement. A trace of doubt flashed in his mind. He originally thought that he would lose without fighting back. The reason why he didn't abstain and went to the stage to fight was just to experience it positively. Let's see how strong Gui Xianren is and how strong he is.

Sun Wukong leaned against the wall, watched the battle, and said with a smile: "Haha, is Master going to teach Tianjin Fan the kung fu of Tianjin Fan?"

Kelin was also on the side, wondering: "What are you talking about, Wukong? Are there any other Tianjin fans?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, smiled and didn't explain, Kelin shrugged, he was used to it.

"It's unbelievable! It's too fast! The figure of Wutian contestant and Tianjin Fan contestant is so fast, it's unbelievably fast! It's hard for me to catch their movements, I can't see them clearly at all! Er..." The mustache referee said embarrassingly with an explanation.

However, the audience still watched it very lively. After all, the visual effects were very exciting. The two people fought too fiercely.

In the audience, Crane Immortal watched the afterimage-like fight on the ring, and he became more and more surprised. He grabbed his goatee and thought: "The old tortoise's qi has more intense qi accumulated in the joints of its body. ...This is the trick of the Qigong cannon!" He gritted his teeth, and was horrified, "This old tortoise, even figured out my Qigong cannon?! This is impossible!!"

It's a qigong cannon!Tianjin Fan also gradually figured out the taste in this fierce confrontation, and at the same time was shocked in his heart.

The qigong cannon is the untold secret of their Hexian style. How did the Guixian people of the Guixian style do it?

boom!Tianjin Fan fought against Wu Tian, ​​and felt that the strength of Wu Tian's boxing was stronger, as smart as him, he had already guessed a little bit of the principle of Wu Tian's unique skill: to condense the qigong cannon to increase the strength of the attack?During the staggering, he noticed Wu Tian's incomparably calm expression, Tianjin Fan suddenly had a hint of understanding, and thought to himself: "Ah, he is teaching me on purpose... teach me, teach me, he is really giving me advice !"

Thinking again, "Actually...to him, it's just a qigong cannon, so what is it?"

Lying on the ground outside the ring, Tianjin Fan thought so.

"This set of kung fu, you can call it qigong boxing. I will teach you what I should teach you. How much you can learn is up to you." Wu Tian said on the edge of the ring, and then left without looking back, the voice faded away , but it clearly floated into Tianjin Fan's ears: "...turn back to the shore, abandon the dark and follow the bright, this set of kung fu is yours, otherwise, it will naturally be taken back, you can do it yourself."