Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　 "What?" Mia's eyes widened.

　　 Her sharp eyes naturally saw that Sun Wuben had avoided the punch just now, but it was so clever and so easy? Is it a coincidence?

　　Hoo!

　　 The dumplings punched through, rubbing Sun Wuben and rushed over, and then turned over and rushed from behind Sun Wuben, and punched him again.

　　 Still the same, Sun Wuben seemed unable to react and didn't hide at all, until the fist of the dumpling was about to touch his body, it flashed lightly.

　　 Dumpling's fist and body once again rushed towards Monkey King.

　　 "Damn it!" Dumplings also stunned, turned around and frowned, and then rushed over again without believing in evil. With punches and punches, even punches and kicks, the dumplings were completely angry at this moment. If the other party is an elderly martial artist who can easily escape his own attack, the other party is clearly a 14-five-year-old boy.

　　 But no matter how fast the dumpling’s fist was or how fierce it was, I saw that Monkey King just moved his feet from time to time and his body dodged from time to time, so he avoided all attacks.

"it is good!"

Cara looked stunned. At first he couldn't see whether the fist that the dumpling attacked had hit Sun Wuben at the bottom, but the dumpling attacked repeatedly and repeatedly. He could see no matter how stupid he was, Sun Wuben seemed to have avoided it. Every hit.

　　 But didn’t Sun Wu focus on his studies? Has he not practiced since he was seven?

　　 In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed, suddenly the dumplings that attacked Monkey King madly stopped, and gasped at Monkey King.

　　 "Are you just hiding?" Dumpling cried out, panting.

　　 "Oh, you are not convinced yet." Sun Wuben smiled faintly. Although he had some fine sweat on his face at this moment, he did not breathe like a dumpling. To deal with dumplings, Sun Wuben did not need to show his true strength.

　　 "Yes, we have the ability. We have fist-to-fist." Dumplings shouted.

　　 "Dumplings." The voice sounded, "You are not his opponent, let me come."

　　 "Tianjin Fan?" Dumpling looked at Tianjin Fan.

"I want to avoid your attack. I can do it with a good martial arts training level, but he can hide so easily like him. His martial arts training level is obviously higher than yours." Tianjin Fankuku said, looking towards Mia, "Master Mia, right? In Tianjin, I have seen your brother's strength. It is indeed very powerful."

　　 "Wu Ben's ability..." Mia's chest rises and falls. This is the first time that Sun Wu Ben has demonstrated martial arts cultivation skills in front of her. This display surprised her.

　　 I just listened to Tianjin Fankuo: "I have a request, can I ask the owner of the museum to fight with me, because I want to see the strength of the owner of Sun Wuliu."

　　 "Tianjin Fan..." Sun Wuben said.

　　 Mia waved her hand: "Suomoto, let me come." Then she looked at Tianjin Fan, "You do it, do it with all your strength, don't worry about it."

　　 "Okay, I'll take action." Before the voice fell, Tianjin Fan squatted slightly, his eyes shot sharp light, and the whole body exuded a breath like a beast.

　　 Boom!

　　 In the blink of an eye, everyone seemed to see a tiger leaping forward. Tianjin Fan’s move was so powerful and fast that it surpassed dumplings. The terrifying speed even caused a gust of wind.

　　 "It's worthy of Tianjin Fan." Sun Wuben squinted slightly. As a martial arts master who has obtained all the Sun Wuliu martial arts knowledge and carefully studied and sorted out theoretical knowledge, he is also a martial arts master who has cultivated to a very high level. Sun Wuben's eyesight is very clever.

Although Tianjin Rice and Dumplings tried their best to show the appearance of martial arts masters, Sun Wuben still saw that the two of them were stealing a little from Dongjia Wuguan, Xijia Wuguan learned a little, and learned a little bit of kung fu like a cat and a tiger. In fact, they are still two yuan. Uncut jade.

　　 So even though he knew the strength of the Z fighters in Dragon Ball, and Tianjin Fan was the best among the Z fighters, Sun Wuben still stepped forward to take the battle.

"I haven't accepted systematic martial arts practice. They all have such a strong physique. It's really fierce." Sun Wu's heart was full of enthusiasm. If such talents were tricked into Sun Wuliu's sect, and trained well, how much would they reach in the future, I thought. Just think about it.

　　 rumbling!

　　 Tianjin Fan attacked Mia frantically. Mia just stretched out a left hand, patted and blocked, dodge left and right, and took it all comfortably.

　　 After 20 punches in a row, Tianjin Fan suddenly stepped back, standing still and gasping for breath.

　　 "That's right, you deserve to be the master of the Sun Wu dojo, Tianjin Fanfu." Tianjin Fan said coolly, and then clasped his fists, "Also invite the bishop to teach us martial arts practice."

"Your strength is very good." Mia smiled slightly, "but I can see that you have not undergone formal martial arts practice at all, and you can have such a physique. It is very good. If you want, I am willing to teach you practice, yes. Yes, you should know the rules and fees of my Sun Wuliu recruiting disciples, right?"

　　 "Expenses?" Tianjin Fan and Dumplings glanced at each other.

　　 "You mean to collect money?" Tianjin Fan said weakly.

　　 Mia smiled slightly: "Which dojo recruits disciples and does not charge money? My Sun Wuliu's rule is that each disciple costs 20,000 yuan a year."

　　 "This..." A drop of sweat rolled down from Tianjin Fan's forehead, "I only have one thousand yuan on the dumplings."

"One thousand yuan?" Mia's smile narrowed. In fact, the Sun Wuliu dojo received at least 50,000 yuan a year for disciples. It's just that the economy is not enough now. The original disciples are gone and no one comes in. But this time I saw Tianjin Fan. Dumplings have a good talent. If they are well trained, they might be able to become the hallmark of the martial arts hall. That's why they are willing to reduce the price and recruit them, saying that they only cost 10,000 yuan.

"You guys are joking, the usual cost of accepting disciples in the martial arts dojo is 50,000 yuan per year, and I also have one Sun Wuliu. Today is a special case. Seeing that your qualifications are good, it has only been reduced to 10,000 yuan. This can't be lower." Mia said lightly.

　　 Sun Wuben also had an ugly face. Ten thousand a year is indeed a loss, and one thousand yuan a year. If you say it, the Sun Wu genre has become the laughing stock of the martial arts world.

"The owner of the museum, Tianjin Fan and I will work hard to practice. I will have iron head skills. My head is harder than a diamond." Dumpling took off his melon cap, UU reading www.uukanshu.com revealed that he had only one hair in his heart, barely. The pale white head that made the mosquitoes unstable.

　　 "As long as the museum owner takes us in, we must work hard to cultivate." Tianjin Fan also said.

"Your talent is really good, but..." Mia shook her head, Tianjin Fan and Dumplings are indeed good martial arts seedlings, but so what, really want to recruit disciples at a loss of 1,000 yuan a year, like this. Mia can easily find a lot of talented people.

　　 "Can't you?"

　　 Tianjin Fan frowned, and then talked with dumplings in a heart-to-heart communication.

　　 "Dumplings, they are the same, what should I do?"

　　 "Or, shall we beg them again?" Dumpling said.

　　 "I'm afraid it won't work. We have walked all the way, and every dojo is like this. They only need 10,000, which is indeed the least. Others need 40,000 if they are less." Tianjin Fandao.

　　 "But finally there is one that only costs 10,000, I'm not reconciled."

　　……

The two exchanged, their expressions were extremely frustrated, why did they pretend to be very tough at the beginning, and had to fight with Mia, not to really look down on Mia's skill, but to show, in order to let Mia see the two of them? Strength and talent, exceptionally accepted as disciples.

　　 "I'm sorry, 10,000 yuan is the minimum limit." Mia said in a deep voice.

　　 "Then we...goodbye!" Tianjin Fan finally made up his mind and asked him to lay down his dignity. He couldn't do it, otherwise, he wouldn't have been included in the dojo until now.

　　 "Dumplings, let's go!" Tianjin Fan grabbed the package on the stone lion, turned and walked out.

　　 "Yeah." The dumplings also kept up.

　　 Monkey King squinted and watched the two walk ten feet away, just as Mia shook her head to enter the house.

　　 "Wait a second, please," Monkey King said loudly.