Renzai Longzhu: Angel, you don’t follow martial ethics!

"Aura?" Bidili was slightly startled and asked, "What is that?"

"When you calm down, you can feel the existence of breath. It is a special kind of energy inside your body." Salo explained, "As long as you control your own breath skillfully, you can use this breath to To enable you to achieve your purpose of flying.”

"I'll give it a try." Bidili nodded and silently felt her own breath.

The problem is...I can't calm down.

Especially with you by my side.

I always feel like you are thinking about what just happened...

"Bidili, even if your body is seen by me, you should calm down at this time, let your body relax, and feel the breath in your body." Salo said.

Videl: "..."

what you said...

It's too straightforward.

"Take a deep breath." Sarao said.

Bidili did as she was told.

"Close your eyes." Sarao said.

Bidili slowly closed her eyes.

"Feel the earth, feel the sky, feel the air, feel the passing wind, feel your own breathing, feel the fragrance on your body..." Sarao said.

Originally, Bidili was feeling the earth and the sky.

However, when Bidili heard Salo talk about feeling the fragrance on her body, she became less calm again.

Bidili opened her eyes.

"You see, you are always disturbed by external factors. If this continues, you will not be able to master flying within an hour." Salo shook his head.

"It's you who disturbed me!" Bidili snorted.

"Then I leave? How do you feel about it here?" Salo asked with a smile.

"Don't...you stay..." Bidili shook her head vigorously.

After a brief silence.

"I'll try again." Bidili replied.

……

outside world.

Universal Capsules company headquarters.

"Oh? You said you want to participate in the world's best martial arts tournament? Why?" Bulma was repairing a suspended motorcycle. After hearing Sun Wuhan's narration, she couldn't help but ask.

Trunks on the side was drinking a drink and silently listening to the gossip.

"I have a classmate, she is Mr. Satan's daughter." Sun Wuhan explained.

"Mr. Satan? Is he the guy who got in the way when we were fighting Cell?" Bulma thought about it and sighed, "I didn't expect her daughter to be in the same class as you."

"She is a very kind girl. Like me, she also has a strong sense of justice and will never let any bad guy off easily." Sun Wufan said, "But my identity was accidentally discovered by her. It seems that through It's through voice recognition. If I don't participate in the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament, she said she will tell my classmates the secret."

"What a misstep." Bulma said with a smile, "Although you look relatively stable on the outside, you are confused when doing things, just like your father. So...you want me to give you Make a helmet that changes your voice?”

"No... no." Sun Wuhan shook his head, "It is not allowed to wear helmets and protective clothing when participating in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. So I would like to ask, is there anything that can replace this helmet?"

"Oh, you just can't wear anything that can reduce the severity of the injury." Bulma understood, "It's simple."

With that said, Bulma handed the sunglasses and headscarf to Son Gohan.

Sun Wuhan immediately put on his sunglasses and wrapped his turban.

"Hahaha, this is much better." Sun Wufan looked in the mirror and felt that it was pretty good. Then he pointed to the scarf on his head, "The color of this scarf is orange. Will changing it to green make it look better with the clothes?" For matching?"

Bulma: "..."

Trunks: "..."

Brother Gohan, you are really stupid.

Bulma was speechless.

Do you want to wear a green headscarf?

Are you sure you are serious?

This kid, like his father, doesn't know anything about that kind of thing, right?

Gohan, Gohan, you are also a person who has studied.

I really don't know what to say to you.

"Ahem...Orange is better, forget the green one...I don't think it's very coordinated." Bulma said with a bitter smile.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Sun Wuhan nodded, turned around and saw Trunks, "How is it? Trunks! Isn't it very majestic?"

"I don't know." Trunks replied expressionlessly.

So earthy!

Is this called prestige?

Brother Gohan, where is your aesthetic?

"However, no matter how you hide your strength, you can still defeat all your opponents at once, which is quite boring... You must be the champion in this game." Bulma smoked a cigarette and looked at Sun Wuhan with a smile.

"In this case……"

At this time, a voice sounded from nearby.

Son Gohan looked back and saw that it was Vegeta who was speaking.

"That world's best martial arts tournament, if you participate, I will also sign up." Vegeta smiled broadly.

"What?" Son Gohan raised his sunglasses and looked at Vegeta silently.