Dragon Ball Pastry Family

Chapter 180

"Come on, Zajiangmian, use all your skills! Otherwise, you are looking down on me!" Yamucha felt humiliated by Zajiangmian's attitude, and the fire eyes almost burst out of his pupils. I, Yamucha Even though I am relatively weak, I still have the dignity, consciousness and hard work of a warrior, and I will never allow anyone to look down on me.

Zhajiangmian touched his face guilty, really, he accidentally wrote his inner drama on his face, really, apologized quickly: "Ah! I'm sorry, I will definitely not let you see it next time!"

Yamucha was furious at that time: "What? What do you mean you won't be seen by me? Don't you still look down on me when you co-operate with me? Look at the trick! Spike Fangfengfengquan!"

Yamucha was so angry that he used his unique trick when he came up, and approached quickly, with his hands in the posture of wolf claws, and the tiger pounced on him.

Zajiangmian hurriedly appease: "Sorry, sorry, that was a joke, a joke!"

But Yamucha didn't listen, could this kind of joke be played indiscriminately? He continued to punch, continuously, his arms were like two afterimages, making it impossible to see clearly.

In contrast, the figure of Jajangmian was even more erratic, and the entire upper body of Jajangmian became blurred in order to avoid the constant flow of Yamu tea.

"Ah - how amazing, the two contestants had an astonishing confrontation from the very beginning, what kind of skill is this, I can't even see their figures clearly!" The referee shouted vigorously holding the microphone.

"Oh! It's amazing! Even an old guy like me can't see the strength of young people these days. I'm really old!" Gui Xianren sighed, and then dishonestly put his hand towards the beautiful girl's buttocks .

"Hey! Sexy old man! Don't think about these things at this time, okay!" Boulma's head has grown so big that this old man is rarely reliable.

"Come on! Zha Jiang Noodles!" Tang Nian and the others were much more lively, cheering for Zha Jiang Noodles wholeheartedly, Tang Nian and Granu Tang yelling the most.

Zajiangmian couldn't help but look over: "Ha, look, they are all cheering for me, save some face?"

Yamucha snorted coldly and said, "Honestly let me beat you up, or show your strongest posture!"

Buma in the audience also saw the momentum over there, and pulled up the team here without admitting defeat: "Lan Qi, shout with me, come on, Yamcha!"

Yamucha on the stage also laughed, "You see, I also have supporters, no matter what you say, it's useless!"

"Then you'll be offended!" Zajiangmian thought that since he can't be persuaded, let him have a look.

Zajiangmian relieved a little bit of the suppression on himself, "Then get ready to see how powerful I am!"

Yamucha smiled knowingly: "It's exactly what I want! Spike Fang Fengfeng Fist!"

Countless fist images are like bullets, and Yamcha's fingertips are constantly changing movements, matching the punches, making his fists faster, more powerful and more oppressive.

Zhajiangmian let out a low drink, and also punched in return, and the two of them fought back and forth like this.

But Yamucha didn't feel the sincerity of Zajiangmian. He held Zajiangmian's fist and asked seriously: "What's the matter, why didn't you use your real power? Where's your magical mind wave?"

Zhajiangmian looked at the stubborn Yamucha and finally made up his mind. It seemed that he would not be able to take this guy down without some real kung fu.

"Okay, then you can try it, my Niandongbo! Niandongbo!" Zajiangmian pointed forward with his right hand, and an invisible force of thought erupted from the center of his eyebrows, and the world where he passed was pale , everything is silent.

"Hmm! It really feels like the world!" Zha Jiang Nian touched his nose, feeling that he was very handsome.

"Ah!" Yamcha was different, he felt huge pressure on his body in an instant, and it was very laborious to even move.

"Is this Nian Dong Bo? This strong sense of oppression makes people unable to move!" Yamcha struggled to twist his head under the tremendous pressure. As a martial artist, he must always observe the opponent's Dynamic, "This feeling, this feeling is really exciting!"

Zhajiangmian is not in a hurry at all, just watching Yamucha move slowly. For him, stimulating Yamucha can motivate him to make progress instead of making him lose confidence all at once, so he Adjusted the overwhelming strength of the Psychic Wave to a level that can move Yamcha better.

"Zhajiangmian, you are really good, but..." Yamucha put his hands together and used Guixianliu's signature trick: "Kamepa Qigong!"

The blue beam of light came in an instant, and at this moment, Zajiangmian let go of the control of telekinetic power.

"Boom!" Kamepai Qigong bumped into Zajiangmian's raised right hand.

And Yamcha seized the opportunity to leave the place the moment the control was released, "Sure enough, there are restrictions on the use of his telekinesis!"

Zajiangmian also saw Yamucha's small movements, and smiled privately: "Hey, sorry, I'm playing you."

"Yeah, he got Kameipai Qigong head-on for Zha Jiang Noodles, Yamcha is going to win every now and then?" Kurin asked curiously.

Wukong frowned, felt the breath for a while, and replied: "No, it doesn't have any effect at all. The qigong emitted by Yamu tea is too weak, and the fried noodles are not affected much at all."

"What!?" After hearing this, Kulin looked towards the Zhajiangmian side. Sure enough, Zhajiangmian was fine after the smoke cleared, and there was no Yamcha in the venue.

Zha Jiang Nian shook his head, feeling the breath of Yamucha's constant movement, and secretly sighed: "Sure enough, it has improved a lot. If this kind of movement speed is purely based on the naked eye, I am afraid that only a guy like Tianjin Fan can lock it purely by the naked eye... "

"But!" Zajiangmian slashed his right hand to the side, and Yamcha's figure suddenly appeared there, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Wow! Player Yamcha was hit! Big crisis!" The referee shouted loudly.

But the hand knife that hit Yamcha didn't touch the entity, but went straight through.

"It's an afterimage!" Wukong explained, "Then the real Yamcha..."

Zajiangmian looked at his right hand in surprise, no, but it was here just now.

"Here I am! Fuck the bomb!" The figure of Yamcha appeared from mid-air, holding his new big move with both hands and slamming down hard.

"Oh? You're quite capable, and you actually fooled my perception in a short period of time..." Zajiangmian stared at the gas bomb and swung it fiercely.

Slapping the air bomb aside like a fly, "I said, you are too weak, no matter how exquisite your moves are, they are useless!"

"Go back!" Yamcha controlled the air bomb to turn around and chase the fried noodles, but the fried noodles jumped up and went straight to the main body of Yamcha.

"What!?" Yamucha was shocked, "How can this happen?"

"Understood?" Jajang noodles appeared in front of Yamcha, his body sank, and he went straight to Yamcha's face.

"Careless! Yamcha!"

"Oh!" Yamcha was hit on the chin by his own air bomb, and fell directly from mid-air, falling off the field.

"Outside the field! The Jajangmian contestant wins!"

(End of this chapter)