Dragon Ball Pastry Family

Chapter 112

The qualifiers are finally over, and the next day will be the quarterfinals according to the schedule. The players only have one night to adjust, but it is simply that all the seed players have basically been retained, and their combat effectiveness is basically intact.

That night, the travel gifts prepared by Zajiangmian were delivered to everyone.

"Oh, oh! This chess is quite expensive, isn't it?" Gui Xianren looked at the spruce chess box in his hand with a look of surprise. Inside was the finely carved chess specially prepared by Zajiangmian.

"Oh, this looks great, thank you, Jajiangmian!" Kulin was a little embarrassed holding the gift.

"Well, I didn't expect you to prepare a gift for us..." Yamucha laughed.

"Hmph~ I'll accept it reluctantly, I don't need this little money." Boulma was still awkward, but it was much better.

"Well, you really thought about preparing so many gifts, we are very grateful!" Gui Xianren said on behalf of his disciples.

"Don't be so alien, there will still be opportunities to deal with people in the future, everyone's relationship is so good, I am not short of money, this thing is my little care!"

"Oh! Very good, I decided to be a little merciful when I meet you tomorrow." Kulin joked to the noodles.

"Hahaha!" The group stopped very happily, not knowing whether they were laughing at Kulin or Zhajiangmian.

"Hey, Wukong, didn't you bring back any souvenirs for everyone?" Bulma asked Wukong while pulling him.

Wukong: "?"

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The time came to the second day, and the open competition of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference finally came.

"Dangdang!" The monks in the temple beat the gong to gather everyone together.

"Everyone present, please follow me to make a random ranking. All contestants step forward to draw lots from this blind box. The competition arrangement will be determined according to the results!"

"Ah? Still want to draw lots?" Kurin curled his lips. Doesn't this mean that he can avoid the risk of colliding with Zhajiangmian, but it increases the possibility of colliding with Wukong and Yamcha, which is really troublesome.

"Hahaha, this is a rule, in order to add a little random fun to the game..." The monk explained with a smile.

"Hee hee hee hee! Dumplings, here's our chance!" Tianjin Fan resorted to Hexian Liu's sound transmission method, a method of enveloping the voice in the air so that only the sender and receiver know the content the goal of.

"Hmm! Tianjin, who are you going to fight against?" Jiaozi looked around at the other six contestants, only Puff, the so-called champion, was the most hydrated.

"No! Dumpling, let me fight that guy, Yamucha!" Tianjin Fan stared at Yamucha, and smiled fiercely, "I have to teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"

"What about the rest?" Dumpling asked nervously.

"Other people? Then do whatever you like, even if they don't interfere, it doesn't matter, anyway, they are all chickens and dogs!" Tianjin Fan replied wildly.

"Hey! The lottery has officially started, hurry up and line up!" The uncle host came over with a cardboard box on his back.

Everyone stepped forward to take out the lottery papers one by one.

"Okay, then I will explain the arrangement of the game for everyone. The quarter-finals are divided into two days. There will be a game in the morning and in the afternoon. The first contestant will face the second contestant, and the third and fourth contestants will fight each other. , and so on, and finally number [-] and number [-]." The referee said and emphasized: "Do you understand?"

"Well, it's very clear, then I'll come first, I'm number one!" Yamucha opened his own signing paper, and there was an Arabic numeral one written on it.

"Hmph, what a coincidence, I'm number two!" Tianjin Fan walked over holding his own sign.

"Isn't it true that enemies don't meet each other!" Yamucha held his forehead with his right hand.

"Hey, don't let me make you cry!" Tianjin Fan confronted.

"Oh, old man, I am No. [-]!" Gui Xianren pretending to be Jackie Chan made a strange cry on purpose to break the atmosphere that was about to explode.

"Hahaha, old man, I really don't know if you are too unlucky or I am too unlucky..." Zajiangmian stood there and opened his note, "Mine just happens to be number four!"

"Hee hee." Dumpling laughed secretly. Of course, this was specially arranged by him. The champion of the previous year collided with the astonishing seed player of this year. It doesn't matter who wins or loses. Impossible to be full.

"I am number five!" Kurin said, looking at the paper in his hand.

"Number six!" Dumpling also opened her own paper.

"Number seven..." Puff, who had never had any sense of existence, picked up his note with two fingers, and then pointed at Wukong, "You are number eight, my opponent!"

"Huh? How do you know, I haven't even opened it up yet?" Wukong's small eyes were filled with great doubts.

"Huh?" Puff raised the corner of his eyes, "This is my opponent? Mentally retarded?"

"...Really..." Kurin covered his eyes in embarrassment.

"Ahahaha, Contestant Sun is really humorous!" The referee wiped off his cold sweat and said.

"Huh? Humor? What is humor? Is it delicious?" Sun Wukong looked at the noodles and asked.

"Ah..." Even Zajiangmian didn't want to admit that he knew Wukong at this time.

"Hahaha sister!" Tianjin Fan smiled happily, so the descendant of Guixianliu is such an imbecile boy, it's really ironic.

Under such an atmosphere, the first competition of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference officially started.

At this time, the viewing area outside the arena was already crowded with people.

"Ah, really, it's a good thing you have reserved seats to watch the game, otherwise we wouldn't know if we would be able to squeeze into the front row, how lucky!" Boulma stood in the crowd, patted his chest and thanked the soup noodles. The people in the office have already designated a small area in advance so that the big guys can squeeze and sit away.

"And you, why did you come here, you strange man in heat!" Then Boulma asked Chow Noodles again with a hanging face.

"It's been so long, so why don't you just hang on to this matter all the time?" Chao Mian waved his hand wryly, "Besides, my nephew is participating in the competition, of course I want to watch the game!"

"Hmph!" Boulma ignored him.

"Wow - is this the charm of money?" Oolong sighed, it was amazing to be able to occupy a place in such a lively Budokai spectator seats in advance.

"Cut! I can do it with a gun!" said Lan Qi, who was in a blond state, holding up a micro punch.

"Ah~hahahaha..." Now it was everyone's turn to laugh bitterly.

"Okay! Everyone is welcome to come and watch our 23rd Tianxia No. [-] Budokai! This is the largest event of our Tianxia No. [-] Budokai, with the largest number of spectators and the most contestants. Today, the exciting eighth day is finally here. Strong Open!"

"The first match will be Yamcha, a high-level disciple of the Guixian style created by the god of martial arts Wutian teacher! And Tianjin Fan, a high-level student of the Hexian style from the Guixian style!" The referee uncle introduced very Working hard, it was almost as if I was going to shout out my voice.

"So, what are we waiting for, let's give a warm welcome!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" There were warm cheers from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)