Douluo Super Saiyan Legend

"It seems that my three years of training will become so difficult!"

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In the Saint's Hall, Wukong was lying in the bedroom prepared for him by Hu Liena. There was a shelf on the right hand side supporting a fruit plate. Wukong used his breath to lift the grapes one by one and transport them to his mouth.

"This is life."

"It's great to be carefree and free." While Wukong was enjoying it, an angry shout came from outside the door.

"Sun Wukong! Get out of here!" A young man wearing red clothes with an angry face came out of the door, followed by a tall young man who looked similar to Hu Liena.

Hu Liena, who was still reading in the study, heard the voice outside the door, and her mood suddenly dropped. How could she not recognize whose voice it was?

"Brother Yan, brother" Hu Liena closed the book and walked out of the study, saying hello to the two young men outside.

"Nana." Yan walked up to Hu Liena and said, "Call that bastard Sun Wukong out. I want to solve something with him."

"Brother Yan! He lives here with me. It was arranged by the teacher. Can you please stop making trouble for him?" Feeling that Yan's tone was unusually fierce, Hu Liena quickly advised him.

One is because Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan came out of the hell training camp together, and they have some feelings for each other. The other is because Yan's current level is only level 38, how could he possibly fight? Over Wukong?

Yan originally liked Hu Liena, and in the original work, she even secretly tripped up Tang San in the Star Dou Forest. At that time, Tang San only had a slight flirtation with Hu Liena.

Now that Wukong has lived directly in someone else's palace, with Yan's mentality, can he let Wukong go? That doesn't exist.

"Nana, this is a matter between men. Don't interfere." Yan looked at Hu Liena and her anger instantly disappeared. She had no choice but to let her be a licking dog.

"But..." Hu Liena was just about to tell him about Wukong's strength when a figure started to walk out from a corner of the palace.

"It's okay! Little Junior Sister, you don't have to stop him. Doesn't he want to come to me? I want to see what he wants from me?" Wukong walked up to him with his hands on his waist.

Because of his martial arts spirit, Yan is now 1.85 meters tall, the same height as Wukong.

That fiery red hair makes Goku very envious. Alas, when will I be able to awaken the Super Saiyan God?

"Are you Sun Wukong?" Yan said angrily, glaring at Wukong in orange Taoist uniform in front of him.

"That's right! It's your grandpa and me." Wukong responded to Yan with a bohemian look, with a hint of murderous intent in his look.

There is no need to be polite to a novice like him. If you don't give him something hard, he won't know how much he weighs.

"You!" Yan pointed at Wukong, obviously what he just said angered him.

"Follow me to the martial arts training ground. We will fight one on one. Whoever loses will automatically quit." After saying that, Yan ran to the martial arts training ground to wait for Wukong.

Automatic withdrawal? It's impossible. With this guy's character and ambition, how could he quit automatically? Even if he loses, he will definitely go back on his word.

"Brother." Seeing that Wukong accepted the challenge, Hu Liena began to plead with Wukong softly: "Brother, Yan is like this, don't take it to heart, and save your hands when you fight him later. ?"

Although Hu Liena usually had a low opinion of Yan, she was still a friend who had been in the hell training camp for several years, so it was better to beg for mercy.

"Harm, it's okay. I'll put some effort into it and teach him a lesson." After saying that, Wukong stepped on the Wu Kong Technique, jumped forward, and flew in the direction that Yan just walked.

Then Xieyue and Hu Liena also started to rush towards the martial arts training ground.

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In the martial arts training ground

Yan arrived at the martial arts training ground first, while Wukong flew from the sky and finally landed slowly.

Seeing Wukong's flying posture, Yan couldn't help but become vigilant.

"This guy can fly?"

"Didn't he say that his martial spirit is a stick? Does he have a flying soul bone?" Yan thought in confusion.

In this world, if there is no flying spirit bone or martial spirit, only Titled Douluo-level characters can stay in the air for a short time, and that is only short-lived.

But the opponent in front of him could soar in the sky, which made Yan muster up his energy to face this "love rival" in front of him.

"I'm here, brother." Wukong said hello to Yan after landing. He turned around and saw that Hu Liena and Xie Yue had also arrived. Now that everyone was here, the performance could begin.

Seeing that Wukong Yan was ready, he said: "Both of us should show no mercy, and fight with our true strength!"

Then, Yan shouted: "Lord of Fire! Possessed."

Yan's body suddenly grew taller, with lava-like lines flowing all over his body, his skin became like granite, and three dazzling yellow and purple soul rings were floating on his body.

"The first soul skill! Magma Fist!" The first soul ring on Yan Shan suddenly lit up, and his left and right hands began to be covered in flaming magma.

His legs were stretched straight, like Wukong running towards him.

Wukong, on the other hand, stood there and did nothing. When Yan was halfway through, he slowly shouted a sentence he often said in his previous life.

"Ahem, Ladies and gentlemen, it's, show time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wukong's whole body was covered by flames. He slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of breath fire condensed in his palm. At this time, Yan also ran to a place two meters in front of Wukong.

"Drink! Orochimaru!" The flame of breath in Wukong's hand followed his palm and shouted hard towards Yan.

As for why Orochimaru is used instead of a stronger Qigong bomb, Wukong still needs to save Yan's life. The Qigong bomb is too powerful, let alone the Qigong cannon, and this kid's martial spirit is the Fire Lord. Fire is inherently immune and suppressive, so it won't cause much damage. And the most important thing is that my father said: "Use magic to fight magic." So here we must use fire to fight fire.

A ball of breath fire collided with Yan's first soul skill. It was obvious that the breath fire had the upper hand and pushed Yan back a little. However, because his martial spirit was the Fire Lord, he was immune to most of the flames. Damage, the rest of the damage suffered is the component of the breath in the flame.

Seeing that the move used by Wukong did not cause much damage to himself, Yan couldn't help but sneer: "Oh, this kid is probably just like this. He still wants to steal Nana from me. It's just a fool's dream."

At this time, Yan Shan's second soul ring lit up, and he was about to use his second soul skill.

Wukong on his side recited silently in his mind: "Modern weapons arsenal, Desert Eagle pistol."

After conveying his thoughts to the current weapon arsenal, Wukong condensed a Desert Eagle pistol out of thin air in his hand. He aimed at Yan's crotch and said: "Boy, times have changed."

珰!

After a gunshot, Shi Yan lay on the ground and screamed hysterically.

Xie Yue, who was watching the battle from behind, couldn't help but tighten her grip.

This is a pain that only men understand.

And Yan was lying on the ground with a sad face, covering a place where the blood was bleeding, and kept shouting.

Hu Liena, who was not far behind Wukong, quickly called the imperial doctor, thinking: "Brother, this attack must be too heavy."

"But this did help me solve a big problem. Who makes Yan keep pestering me every day? It's hard to reject him because of his status as a brother and a friend, but he has been getting more and more aggressive recently."

"Oh, but it's quite pitiful." Hu Liena said in her heart.

Looking at Yan lying on the ground, Wukong suddenly felt that everything in this world was so beautiful. You severely punished those who had ridiculed and provoked you, and you felt the same way in your heart.

Does he still have to quit by himself? They are no longer able to survive. \u003c!--over--\u003e