Dragon Ball: Saiyans at the beginning, cultivating gods and elephants to suppress prisons

"Be honest."

A soldier in the left rear of Sark, perhaps unhappy to see Sark's leisurely appearance, suddenly drank at him.

Not only that, but also raised and kicked.

Dissatisfaction flashed in Sark's eyes, he clearly behaved the rules, he didn't do anything at all, how could he not be honest.

Space power unleashes and easily avoids soldiers' attacks.

Space power, not to mention this kind of small soldier, even if a strong person like Frieza comes, it is impossible to touch Sark in the slightest.

The soldier was caught off guard and fell directly to the ground.

Propping up his upper body, the soldier shouted threats to him.

"You dare to resist?"

Sark was just interested, intending to take a look, but he had no masochistic tendencies, and he was not humble and staring at the armored soldiers.

"It's very strange for you to say this, I didn't make any moves, you kicked me, I was like this, you didn't kick me, I was also like this, what does it mean me to resist?"

The rest of the black households who were arrested like him saw this scene and hurriedly left him, lest they involve themselves and affect themselves.

The leader who captured him turned back.

"What's going on?"

The soldier looked frightened and lowered his head, "General Zhao, I saw that guy was delicate and clean, and I suspected that he was doing tricks, but I didn't expect it." The

soldier apparently had a good face and did not continue.

The gaze in the general's armor looked Sark up and down with scrutiny.

There is really nothing to see, only an indifferent threat.

"No matter how background you are, or how powerful you are, come to the trading star, you give me obedience and follow the rules.

Otherwise, it looks good with you.

Sark just smiled and said nothing.

The leading Jiang Jun was also helpless, and his tone softened, "Of course, if you obtain the resident status of the trading star, you can always live a good life, and the good life of our trading star resident is a famous universe." Sark

was calm on the surface, but secretly amazed.

If you read it right, those people on the street just now should be the residents of Trading Star.

He didn't want to live a good day when even the beggars on earth were inferior to the beggars on the earth, and the pigs in the pigsty were a thousand times better than them.

The leader Jiang Jun said, went directly to the front, and the group continued to move forward.

Only the little soldier, with resentful eyes, kept looking at Sark.

Sack's body surface covers a layer of space power, no matter how harsh the external environment is, but he is clean, looking like a leisurely wandering boy.

When Sark saw this scene, his mind flashed.

That being the case, he could use the power of space to create an armor, or clothing.

In this way, most of the tricks he wants to control the space, after solidification, are imprinted on his robe or armor, can't they be directly controlled, without the need to bother?

To put it simply, it is like an angelic scepter, and as a medium, it can greatly save energy.

Sark had an excited look on his face, this is completely feasible, it just depends on how it is operated.

I didn't expect my unintentional move, but I opened a window for myself.

It's really unintentional.

Sack left people alone, and various storms appeared in his mind, analyzing the possibility of condensing the power of space into a robe armor.

The robe is better, but the armor is too messy.

But if you inscribe the various moves of space, it will take a lot of effort.

"Get a gun?"

"Bastard, what do you want to do, do you want to resist?"

The soldier who kicked Sark kept a fierce eye on Sark.

Hearing his words, his reaction immediately became fierce, and he instantly raised his weapon and pointed it at Sark.

Sark simply ignored the guy and pondered the possibility for himself.

It was very difficult, even much greater than he thought.

It is almost impossible to solidify into a physical robe with spatial power alone, if you find some spatial attribute materials to refine it into a robe.

Excluding him who will not refine it.

Just finding materials and engraving various moves is not an easy task.

In the Dragon Ball world, only the teleportation of the Adrats, Jebit's teleportation and universal capsule are the three types, he is not a god, where can he know these things innately.

The furnace of heaven and earth in front of him, the source domain can be regarded as following the method of divine elephant and hell strength, and it has mutated, but it is not counted as his own independent thinking and creation.

In addition, inscribed on the robe, the combat power exerted was definitely far less than that of his own hands.

If it is weaker, the role in the face of the strong is not very large.

The impact of people's combat range is very large, and their movement speed is also very fast.

Taking teleportation as an example, if he has a delay of three seconds in teleportation, it is not an old birthday star who hangs himself, and his life is long.

"Perhaps, I can engrave the power of space on my stomach.

The power of the five elements will transform the five internal organs, and the whole person will also undergo transformation under the changes of the five elements, and the greatest benefit will naturally be the five internal organs.

Liuyuan is not so lucky, and can only endure passive transformation in silence.

It seems that there is no exercise that will perform a very intuitive exercise on the six intestines.

Stomach, gallbladder, three jiao, bladder, large intestine, small intestine, for mortals are very important, once the body begins to be extraordinary, and even enters the realm of immortals, these six intestines do not seem to have much effect, after all, do not eat grains, can only be regarded as human organs.

Sark whispered, constantly finding the optimal solution.

Sark eventually dismissed the idea.

The most afraid is that there are no ideas, no ideas, now that the direction has been found, Sack himself carefully groped, he can always find a solution, and he is not in a hurry.

Sack's side found a direction, and he was very happy.

The soldiers, however, became nervous, and under the leadership of the minions, they raised their weapons and aimed them at Sark.

Sark's face did not change color and continued to move forward.

"Bastard, you give me a stop."

Perhaps it was Sark's indifferent look that angered the little soldier, and new hatred and old hatred were added to everything, and the little soldier was very upset when he saw Sark and scolded him angrily.

Sark finally frowned and stared at the little soldier, "What are you going to do?" The

soldier was in a trance, as if he was facing a flood beast.

Shaking his head vigorously, he stared at Sark with resentment.

"Boy, I think you are very suspicious, and I suspect that you are a traitor sent by the enemy.

Now with us, we are going to get the props.

Sark was stunned, and his heart was strange.

On props?

Sure, not making a movie.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I don't know how, Sark's flat voice came out, and it fell in the ears of the soldier, but it was like a thunderbolt, which made him dizzy.

The soldier fell to the ground with a snap, foaming at the mouth.

The rest of the soldiers looked shocked, and all their weapons were activated.

Sark looked around, and his eyes gradually lost patience.

He wanted to have fun, but he didn't want to enjoy 'special' treatment.

The qi moved at will, the giant elephant neighed, some qi filled the whole body, and Sark instantly burst out with terrifying energy, sweeping across the four wilds, except for the 'black household' who was in the same situation as him, all the soldiers around were under this air pressure, broke their legs, and fell to the ground wailing.

Sark was like a god, and the surrounding space did not even dare to splash

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