Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

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[It is rare to write such a big scene, and it feels difficult to control the rhythm. Well, let’s cross the river by feeling for the stones, and please give me a thumbs up. 】

That night.

Outside the city, there is the old site of Wuxianliu.

This area has been directly purchased by the Planet Company with money. The fruit forest at the foot of the mountain has also been transplanted. At this time, the cold light of the stars and the moon is shining down, and there is only a little bit in the wilderness that belongs to the mountain gate of the former Musenryu Martial Arts Hall. architectural remains.

Behind this is the broken mountain with only half of it left.

Back then, in full view of everyone, Wu Tian destroyed most of the mountain with one palm, which was shocking.

Now the years are long, and in the blink of an eye, it has been almost more than one hundred and sixty years.

Returning to their hometown again, several Wuxianliu disciples who followed Wu Tian and Wu Zhao felt unspeakably melancholy and missed people after seeing things. The senior brother among them had really lived here, and now they saw their former master There is only a pile of ruins left, how can you not feel sad?

"Is this the place where our Musen-ryu used to exist?" Some younger disciples said with red eyes. They were the disciples accepted by the senior brother's master after he left the mountain gate with the senior brother, so they have never lived here. .

But when I was studying martial arts, when the master was still there, I would always hear him talk about the days in Wuxian Liushan Sect, learning martial arts, practicing calligraphy, strengthening the body, and strengthening the heart... These Wuxian stories were woven out of the old man's memories. The impression of flow has long taken root in the hearts of these young disciples.

"Ha! Ha!" Suddenly, slogans rang out from the ruins under the night sky.

Several people were startled, stopped where they were, and looked at each other.

Suddenly, in the desolate ruins, figures wearing white martial arts uniforms, neatly practicing martial arts and boxing appeared... Mengqidi rubbed his eyes and said: "This is..."

Crash, the stones on the ground all around suddenly started to move on their own.

House after house, as if going back in time, rebuilt itself. The Shanmen House, the training ground, the arena, the corridor... were exactly the same as what the master had imagined before his death.

The figures in white martial arts uniforms passed by Meng Qidi and Long Zhi. Every time they passed by, they would smile and pat their shoulders, backs, and heads: "Haha, little junior brothers!", "Welcome back!", "The future of the Musen-ryu depends on you!", "We must not let our reputation as a Musen-ryu fall!"...

The last disciples of the Wusen style finally couldn't bear it anymore and lowered their heads one after another. Their fists were clenched tightly. Scenes of the past flashed before their eyes that gradually blurred: master, practice, complaints, curiosity, and the blazing sun. , strong wind, heavy rain, heavy snow, persistence, bleeding, growth, joy, smile, longing, helplessness, heartache, exhaustion, numbness...

They didn't want to be seen crying.

"Disciple, please keep this in mind!" Suddenly, one of them knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed several times in the direction of Wu Tian and his son who had been walking towards Duanshan.

Others also suddenly woke up. The lights and shadows just now were clearly just illusions, and those words were clearly what the ancestor said to them. Several people were so excited that they couldn't help themselves. In the dark night, they kowtowed respectfully to the main hall of the Musen-ryu Gym that was slowly "growing taller" in front of them.

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Wu Tian and his son Wu Zhao walked to the large platform of Broken Mountain together.

Phoenix also followed.

"How is it? Do you still remember this place?" Wu Tian said to the Phoenix with a natural expression and a smile. The phoenix landed on the stone ground, turned its head and looked at the bright moonlight, like a broken mountain covered with silver frost, and flapped its wings.

"Are you going to use this place as the arena?" Wu Zhao asked with a smile.

Wu Tian nodded and took a gentle breath. The sounds of nature blew by his ears and flowed through his heart... He stamped his feet on the spot! Boom! It was like a magical axe, which fell from the sky and landed on the broken mountain here.

In an instant, countless invisible energy erupted from Wu Tian's body. Under the control of extremely terrifying spiritual power, it seemed to have turned into billions of knives as thin as cicada wings, using the broken mountain as a After finishing the carving work to be completed, countless swords and sword shadows were intertwined in an instant...

"call!"

Wu Tian raised his hand and waved, and a strong wind centered on him and swept in all directions!

Then, a huge square arena appeared.

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Finally came July 17th.

The much-anticipated global finals of the World's No. 1 Budokai are about to begin!

Unimaginable crowds of people flocked to the small city of Sayuan City from all over the world. Accommodation, travel, shopping...the flow of money has continued to grow since July 1st, and the statistics shocked the eyes of Mayor Sa Yuan.

The sky is full of helicopters flying around.

From Sayuan City to the competition venue outside the city, there was an endless stream of traffic and people. As the start time of the competition approached, there were more and more people. Countless cameras have polished their lenses, countless pens are ready to move, countless journalists are full of manuscripts, and countless audiences are full of expectations...

It’s finally about to begin. The world’s best martial arts tournament, which represents the limit of human power, and the finals of this world competition called the “Renaissance of Martial Arts” by the media, is finally about to begin!

Tao Baibai, Wulu, Pulin, Puhui, Mengqidi, Longzhi, Noah Lobe, Wonton... Eleven super masters from the five major cities will compete against each other. What kind of sparks will be produced?

besides……

Wu Tian!

Wuxianren!

Where is he? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Is he aware of the current speculation about his identity? Is he actually a martial artist?

Half an hour before the start of the game, the auditorium next to the huge ring was already packed! Dozens of cameras hanging above the heads of the audience were pointed at the still-empty arena...

Players lounge. Tao Baibai had a sinister smile on her face, all kinds of insidious thoughts running through her mind, her eyes constantly looking and observing the other people present...

That big man like a black tower was healed so quickly after his own hole penetrated his shoulder? Noticing Wulu's cold gaze towards him, Tao Baibai stared back without showing any signs of weakness.

Noah Lobe sat in the corner, wiping his long knife in silence, minding his own illness! You are not allowed to bring this knife to the competition! Qiang, when Noah Lobe was cleaning the knife, he held the handle of the knife and turned it, and the sound of fighting sounded in Tao Baibai's ears! For a moment, Tao Baibai seemed to feel the cold air of the blade sticking to the back of his neck.

Tao Baibai's heart tightened, she was secretly vigilant, and quickly glanced at the others. It's not a big deal that the two monks in Duolin Temple are fat and fat. I heard that the pale little man named Wonton can do some tricks? I guess it's just some tricks! …

In the end, Tao Baibai focused his attention on the two people wearing white martial arts uniforms. He looked at them for a long time, but the two people sat quietly by themselves with calm expressions and ignored him. "How about you?" depressed!

"Where's the one named Wu Tian?" He suddenly remembered this. He had ignored such an important person just now? ! But just when he was about to observe and search again, a radio announcement sounded in the room:

"Every contestant, please go to the competition arena from the contestants' passage. The draw for the World's Best Budokai Finals will begin soon... Dear contestants, please go to the competition arena from the contestants' passage immediately. The draw for the World's Best Budokai Finals will begin soon." Grouping is about to begin...

In an instant, all the dozen players in the room stood up, looked at each other warily, calmly, nodded, or looked indifferently, and walked towards the player channel one after another.

Wu Tian no longer leaned against the wall to meditate, and followed the eleven people calmly. He obviously stayed in the lounge casually from beginning to end, but from the beginning to now, the other eleven people had subconsciously ignored him.

As soon as the twelve people walked out of the passage, there were thunderous cheers, overwhelming like an ocean!

"So many people..." Mengqidi sighed, senior brother Longji patted him on the shoulder, and they walked onto the ring with the others. Tao Baibai looked at these people at the scene, very intoxicated by the cheers, and felt fierce in his heart. He must win the championship... But what about Wu Tian? You didn't come, did you?

"It's him!!", "He is indeed here!!", "Wuxianren? Is he a Wuxianren?" The media in the audience will not be affected by Wu Tian's spiritual magic like these players and ignore it. His presence.

The flash lights formed a white ocean in the audience...

"Boom!!" A gong sounded, and under the arrangement of the host, UU Reading www.uukａnshu.net all the contestants began to draw lots in front of countless cameras, TV broadcasts, and countless people. When the lot was being drawn, Wu Tian observed the contestants in this competition with some interest.

Could it be that the one with the pale face is the ancestor of dumplings?

Is the swordsman named Noah Lobe the ancestor of Aqi Lobe?

"Next, the Ulu player." The big man with dark skin and oil paint stepped forward to draw lots, and Wu Tian showed a smile behind him. Oh, will there be young people who come out of Kailin Holy Land?

When it was Wu Tian's turn to draw lots, everyone paid more attention until the host wrote a clear word "one" under his name! Number one! Wu Tian appears first!

"Sure enough, this old guy Wu Tian has noticed his heel..." In the hotel, Tsurumi watched the TV broadcast, floating cross-legged above the bed, and snorted coldly.

At the scene, on the ring, Tao Baibai looked at the word "two" under his name, frowned deeply, and had a bad feeling.

.(To be continued.)( )