Dragon Ball: The Strongest Swordsman

I don’t know how many years have passed in the sky, and I don’t know how many hours or days have passed. The temple suddenly became lively.

He Xiaosen took a look and saw that Bulma, Leping, Tianjin Fan, and Xiao Lin were all here.

The strength of several people has increased a lot, it seems that they have drank the super magic water.

Leping's combat effectiveness is 387, Tianjin Fan's combat effectiveness is 426, and Xiaolin's combat effectiveness is 398.

The leader is the fat white cat, Cat Immortal.

"Sure enough, he looks exactly like Piccolo." Bulma's eyes widened.

"Cat Immortal, are you sure this is really not Piccolo?" Xiao Lin looked cautious.

"Quiet," said the Cat Immortal.

"This is a god, the guardian of the earth, a very noble person."

Its fat body bowed hard and said: "Hello, God."

The god nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Cat Immortal. You stick to the Galin Tower and cultivate many strong people for this world."

The Cat Immortal said: "Thank you God for the compliment, the old cat doesn't dare to accept it."

The two flattered each other for a while.

If you don't know the details, you really feel that the two of them are sympathetic to each other.

Only He Xiaosen shook his head slightly. The hundreds of years old guys were indeed hypocritical.

This is Bulma seeing He Xiaosen.

"Fat man, how did you revive Lord Wukong?" She looked excited.

Others also looked at He Xiaosen expectantly.

He Xiaosen shook his head and sighed.

"How is that possible?" Bulma fell to her knees.

"Wukong, I really can't be resurrected," Leping looked sad.

"Wukong" Xiao Lin shouted to the sky with tears on his face.

Tianjin Fan secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.

He Xiaosen suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

If it weren’t for my arrival, Sun Wukong probably wouldn’t have died.

God sees all this.

He said sadly: "I'm sorry, due to some special reasons, Wukong can no longer be resurrected."

He pointed at He Xiaosen: "After I announce, he will replace Sun Wukong and become the savior of this world."

"I guarantee that the new savior will be stronger and do better than Sun Wukong."

He Xiaosen frowned secretly, this old bastard was provoking him.

This is what Nima means.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the way several people looked at He Xiaosen.

Damn it, we have to fight back, this old bastard is too insidious.

He Xiaosen is not an anime character who only knows how to practice martial arts. Although he had a miserable life in his previous life, he still spent seven or eight years in a social university.

He Xiaosen said sadly: "Lord God, you can't say that."

"Wukong is more important to us than outsiders imagine. He is not a savior, he is our friend."

"I'm not a savior, I'm just a mortal, but because I am Goku's friend, we will definitely help him accomplish what he wants to accomplish."

"Do you think so?"

"right"

"The fat man is right"

"We are Goku's friends. Whatever he wants to accomplish, leave it to us."

As soon as these words were said, the hostility of several people towards He Xiaosen disappeared without a trace, and they seemed to be excited.

Bulma looked at He Xiaosen, and there was a rare tenderness in her eyes.

The god still kept smiling, but his face seemed greener.

"Okay, let a few of you come up today. The purpose is to improve your martial arts so that you can compete with the Saiyans."

"Send your names."

"Leping"

"Xiao Lin"

“Tianjin rice”

"He Xiaosen"

The god pointed at Bulma: "What about you?"

"I... I count." Bulma pointed to her nose, "My name is Bulma."

"Okay." With a wave of the god's scepter, the clothes of several people suddenly turned into kung fu suits, with a big word "god" on them.

"From today on, you are my disciples."

He Xiaosen cursed secretly, the old bastard is so calculating, now he has become his disciple, and with so many people together, it will be inconvenient for me to bully my master and destroy my ancestors in the future.

......

The God said: "He Xiaosen, you can attack me with all your strength. Let me see if you are qualified to accept the God's seed.

He Xiaosen really doesn't want this bullshit god seed, but he can only hide it now.

He bit the blood drinker and held a knife in each hand.

Three swords stream three thousand worlds

It would be great if this old bastard could be chopped to death with a knife, and he would be less of a nuisance.

In the face of a formidable enemy, Mommy is still playing tricks on the palace.

The surging aura enveloped the whole place, coupled with the cool posture of Santo-ryu.

Just one word, handsome

Bulma stared at this lecherous ghost and felt her heart beating a little fast.

"Fat man, no, how could Sensen be so strong?" Xiao Lin exclaimed.

"He Xiaosen, that's too strong," the Tianjin fan said in a deep voice.

"It's...too powerful." Leping felt a sense of powerlessness.

After the three of them drank the super magic water, their strength greatly increased, which was when their self-confidence was extremely expanded.

But He Xiaosen's fighting aura gave them a blow.

This strength is nearly twice as strong as his

You know, when he left Guixianren Island, his breath was not even as good as Leping

No wonder Teacher Tenjin chose him to be the savior.

He Xiaosen stared at the God with his eyes, raising his momentum to the extreme

"Three Thousand Worlds!" He roared loudly, and quickly attacked the gods.

His knife turned into a stream of light because it was too fast.

The god snorted coldly, and an invisible force surrounded him.

He Xiaosen's knife struck five centimeters in front of him and was blocked.

A crisp "ding" sound

He Xiaosen's fifty knives struck one place in succession. Because of the speed, it looked like one knives.

Unable to break defense

The fifty-first knife

The Tang Dao Blood Drink he bit in his mouth still hit that point.

At this moment, his breath surged several times again.

Three Thousand Worlds, the last sword will exert three times the power

There was a loud "bang", centered on the two of them, and a gust of wind passed by

Leping and Bulma's hair was blown into the air

The god was secretly shocked. Although this knife could not hurt him, it actually shattered his invisible force field.

This was the move that killed Bobo. It was really powerful. There are such domineering martial arts in this world.

Aren’t all the martial artists on Earth supposed to be killed by Piccolo?

This useless Piccolo

"Okay" said the god.

"You are stronger than I thought, God Seed, you deserve it."

He Xiaosen lowered his head and said, "Thank you God."

With a wave of the god's scepter, a green seed appeared in He Xiaosen's hand.

"This is the God Seed. Take it quickly."

"Yes" He Xiaosen opened his mouth and threw it in.

Damn it, I held it in my mouth first, and then quickly found a place to vomit.

The green god seeds fell into He Xiaosen's mouth and suddenly melted like ice cubes.

Damn it, this damn god’s seed is indeed as sinister as this old guy.