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"what"

In the blink of an eye, Yun Cha, who was walking with Wukong and others, was knocked away.

"drinking tea"

"Yincha" and the others quickly ran towards the person who was knocked out.

"Master Yuncha" Puer who was beside him quickly flew to Yuncha who was falling to the ground and started running around anxiously.

Then Wukong and others quickly helped Yincha up from lying on the ground. Yincha stood up, wiped the stains on his body, and then looked angrily at the person who knocked him away.

"Asshole!" On the side, Bulma couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at Yuncha who was knocked away, then pointed at the man and said angrily: "How do you walk without looking at others?"

After saying that, Bulma saw clearly the appearance of the man who had knocked away the tea drinker.

The man who appeared in front of Bulma was 1.7 meters tall, wearing black sweatpants and an orange top. He had an evil smile on his face and looked arrogant. His head was slightly raised and his nostrils were raised. rising.

Bulma saw the man's appearance and blushed slightly. But then he realized something and quickly covered his face. Then he secretly blamed himself: "What on earth was I thinking? Drinking tea was not done by him." It flew away!"

Immediately, a change occurred in Bulma's eyes, and then a trace of anger appeared in his eyes when he looked at the man.

Looking at Bulma in front of him, the man just smiled disdainfully, and then said provocatively: "A bunch of trash, they have the nerve to block the way, get out of the way." After saying that, the man roughly blocked the person in front of him. The few people in front pushed away and then wanted to continue leaving.

A few people were unwilling, and immediately surrounded them again. Wukong stood in the front and said loudly: "Stop, you bastard, won't you apologize for knocking my companion away?"

The man was blocked in the road, then stopped, looked at the indignant Wukong in front of him and said: "Apologise? You think you want me to apologize because there are so many of you, trash, you are still a group of trash, you want me to apologize. ?Get away”

As he spoke, the man pushed Wukong to the ground, and then raised his steps again, ready to leave.

"Bastard!" How could those people be willing? Klin and the others rolled up their sleeves and decided to come forward and have a fight. They taught the man a heavy lesson and let him know how dare he look down on people like him. Who are they? That's waste.

Wukong was also a little angry, drew his weapon, and then rushed directly in the direction of the man.

"Ah" Wukong yelled.

"Stop!!!" Suddenly a voice covered the voices of several people.

Wukong's hand that originally wanted to attack paused slightly in mid-air, and then turned to look at the person who spoke.

Then I saw a man who looked like a monk walking out of the crowd and took out a work card. After everyone around him understood his identity, the staff member continued to face everyone: "I am from the venue. Staff, at the martial arts conference venue, fighting is prohibited except for competitions!!”

Wukong didn't listen at all, and so did several other people. Then he rushed towards the man again. Wukong shouted to the man who was gradually walking away: "Stop."

But suddenly, an old and familiar voice came: "Stop it!!"

Wukong and others were stunned again, and then looked at the person who stopped them. After seeing that it was Kame Immortal who spoke, Wukong quickly said aggrievedly: "Master..."

Turtle Sennin looked at the angry Wukong and others, but strangely, his face looked very calm. Even if several people asked for help, he looked indifferent.

But then, Kame Sennin looked at the man's sunglasses and the mirror suddenly flashed with light, with a puzzled look on his face, and then muttered uncertainly at the corner of his mouth: "Is it him?"

After seeing several people calm down, the monk from the conference continued: "Stop, if you continue to attack in the venue, you will be blacklisted for the competition and your qualifications will be permanently revoked."

"This..." Bulma couldn't bear it anymore, and then argued with the staff: "That person was the one who made the first move just now, why didn't you disqualify him first?"

"Hmm...?" The monk thought for a while, and then responded to everyone: "I didn't see it with my own eyes just now, so it doesn't count, but if he is discovered next time, we will deal with it seriously."

The staff member said in a businesslike tone.

"You..." Bulma was so angry that he had nothing to say. Is there a next time?

After Wukong and the others heard what the staff said, they were doused with water and their qualifications for the competition were revoked. If they took action, wouldn't they be unable to participate in the World's Best Martial Arts Conference?This is the grand event they have been looking forward to for a long time. Experts from all over the world will gather here to compete together. It would be really unacceptable if they were disqualified from the competition because of a little friction.

But they couldn't give up revenge. The man was too arrogant and didn't take them seriously, so they had to teach him a lesson.

Then, in the crowd, a figure suddenly ran out. Wukong and others looked in that direction, only to find that the person who ran out was actually Upa. At this time, Upa was seen running quickly towards the man, and waited until he was behind him. When he was not far away, he said: "You!!! Do you dare to go out and compete with me!!!"

Others' eyes lit up. Since it can't be done here, why not fight here?As long as the arrogant man accepts their challenge, he must be shown how powerful they are.

"Hmph!!" When the man heard the words, he paused for a moment, then glanced sideways at some Upa without any response. After a moment of pause, he raised his feet again and left straight away.

"Damn it!" Klin shook his fist, and then continued: "He actually left directly, but if he is touched by me in the game, I will definitely..."

After seeing this scene, Turtle Immortal on the side persuaded everyone: "Okay, okay, let's sign up too! It's not too late to teach him a lesson if we encounter him in the competition."

"Yes." Everyone nodded, and then continued to go to the registration point. Only Kame Immortal who followed behind him still had a pensive look on his face and kept thinking.

On the side, Upa's eyes also looked at the Kame Immortal next to him from time to time.

Before, Kame Sennin's strange behavior attracted Upa's attention. His disciple's friends were bullied, but Kame Sennin still stopped him and others from taking action. This was really strange. Upa touched his chin. Thoughts are flying.

In an invisible corner, Modo leaned against the wall, as if he was relieved, patted his chest and said: "Huhu, it's okay, it's okay."

"I almost betrayed the gang!" Modo said with lingering fear. It turned out that the man who just knocked him into drinking tea was Modo. Modo almost couldn't hold back his laughter due to his previous actions. Fortunately, his stable mentality saved him. That smile was suppressed forcibly. This was also the reason why Modo snorted in the end and then stopped talking. At that time, he almost laughed, but let alone, the effect was not bad. Now Wukong and the others Emotions were aroused.

"The next step is to prepare well for the upcoming competition!" After finishing the work, Modo left the martial arts conference venue directly, preparing to find a hidden place to continue practicing.

Time passed like this, and Wukong and others also successfully registered for the competition. At this time, the players who signed up at the conference were gearing up and looking forward to the start of the competition tomorrow.

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The next day, the day for the official start of the world's best martial arts tournament finally arrived.

Early in the morning, Modo had already arrived at the square of the martial arts conference.

"Wow, there are so many people here!" Modo kept praising as he walked. The place had become very crowded. Compared with yesterday, the flow of people was several times more and the martial arts arena was completely surrounded. A circle.

Modo stood on the periphery, looking at the crowd, and then began to search among the crowd. After a while, Modo glanced across the crowd and found Wukong and others not far away, who were just about to come in.

The suits and leather shoes of Wukong master and disciple were very conspicuous, and Modo recognized them immediately, and then saw them heading towards the martial arts gym.

"It's time for me to pass." Modo sighed, then followed him and hung behind him, but he walked very fast. Not long after, he arrived at a position not far behind Wukong and others, and then turned his head Without raising his head, he bumped towards one of the people in the group, and then, after knocking the person away, he quickly left forward.

Afterwards, Klin staggered, not knowing who hit him. When Klin saw the person who hit him, he said angrily: "It's him again, bastard."

Wukong and others moved slightly, but then calmed down, and then looked at Modo with hostility.

"Don't worry, looking at him like this, he must be a contestant, and there will definitely be a chance later!" Bulma comforted him.

"Yeah" the others nodded.

In front, Modo walked very quickly, fearing to be entangled by them, and then quickly arrived at the competition hall, where a monk was still checking the names and qualification certificates of the contestants.

Modo took the voucher, and after being inspected by the monk, he was released directly. Then Modo came to the competition hall. Modo looked around for a week, and then nodded with satisfaction. This is the activity area for the players. , it's much better than outside, but it's also full of players, including kobolds, two-meter-tall giants, chimpanzees, and all kinds of strange players.

After that, Modo found a spot at random, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

But not long after that, Modo was awakened by some discussion. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the source of the discussion.

Only then did he realize that the people talking here were Wukong and others. They looked in the direction of Modo from time to time, and then gestured with their fists. The meaning was self-evident.

Modo looked at the group of people and just shook his head boredly. Then he closed his eyes again and continued to fall asleep. An evil and confident smile appeared on his calm face.

"Damn it, this guy!" Klin yelled angrily when he saw that the man didn't take them seriously at all.

There was a huge crowd, and the voices of other players quickly drowned out the discussions of several people, and Mo Duo's heart also calmed down.

After a while, there was a sudden sound not far away, and then a staff member walked among the players, raised his right hand and held a loudspeaker in his left hand and said: "Start now! The preliminaries of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament Announcement begins!”

Hearing the sound, Modo also recovered from his original state of false sleep. He looked at the staff not far away, and then said softly: "It seems that the game has begun!" Then, the arms that were originally folded fell apart. He stopped and walked towards the center of the players.

"Well...just be quiet, everyone, be quiet!" Suddenly, a monk walked to the middle of the contestants, holding the host's microphone in his hand and said.

"Today is the world's best martial arts conference that is held every five years. Thank you all heroes for taking the trouble to come all the way. Thank you all for your hard work! This conference is to decide who is the best master in the world. There are a total of 130 masters from all over the country. Gather together!"

"Is it 130 Seven?" Modo whispered. There is really no comparison between the previous martial arts tournament and the Dragon Ball Z tournament. The current martial arts tournament does not have preliminaries, so you can sign up for admission directly, while in Dragon Ball Z , you also need to test your boxing strength first, and only if you meet the standard can you be qualified to participate.

"But..." Then the presiding monk was heard continuing to say.

"Only eight of the 130 seven can qualify for the real showdown. In order to select those eight players, we must first hold a preliminary round, then..."

"I will explain the methods and rules of the competition. The preliminary round is divided into four areas..."

Then came a series of game introductions from the host, and Mo Duo stood aside and looked around boredly.

After a series of speeches, Modo only remembered one sentence, that you can't kill people in the game, otherwise you will be sentenced to lose the game, and then he said to himself: "It seems that when the game comes, You need to be more careful when taking action!”

After the introduction, it was time to draw lots. There was a long line at the drawing point, and the line moved forward little by little. Modo followed behind, but Wukong and the others were lined up further back.

After a period of drawing lots, it was Modo's turn to step forward to draw lots. Modo glanced behind him first, then stepped forward and put his right hand into the box where the lot was drawn. , his right hand waved casually.

Then he took out a piece of paper from the box. Modo checked the piece of paper in front of him without any dissatisfaction, and then smiled and said to the person in charge in front of him: "I am No. 12! "As he said that, he turned the note in his hand and showed the content to everyone.