Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

Sun Wuben's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Guixianren and felt a little weird. This year's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, Guixianren participated in the competition as Jackie Chan, in order to defeat his disciples and let Monkey King and Kelin know that there is a sky beyond the sky , there are people outside the people, it is better to continue to work hard in martial arts, instead of being complacent.

But that was the original Dragon Ball, and now Sun Wukong and his body's Krillin combat power is close to 600 points, which is very scary, and Piccolo is only 260 points in combat power.

Guixianren's martial arts realm is very powerful, but with 139 points of strength, he can display more than 200 combat powers at most, so he will be completely desperate when he meets Piccolo, and now he and Sun Wukong, who have 600 points of combat power Horror monster, how to play?

Sun Wuben suddenly felt a bit of a headache. If Guixianren really wanted to teach him and Wukong a lesson as Jackie Chan, he might be killed by one punch just like other contestants in the martial arts tournament.

"Grandpa, do you want to take us to the Martial Arts Conference?" Monkey King became happy.

"That's right, it's time for you to go out and compete with other martial arts masters. Although it is absolutely impossible for you to win, your foundation is already solid. The next step in your practice is to find your own way, so you can see the world of martial arts A master is very important." Gui Xianren said seriously.

"It's great!" Sun Wukong jumped up, and Sun Wuben was also smiling all over his face, with an excited look on his face. Of course, this is a pretense. After all, his current identity is a child, not an old fritter in the rivers and lakes. of adults.

Seeing the two people overjoyed, Gui Xianren couldn't help laughing.

"Klin, Wukong, you can take off the turtle shell now, and you don't need to carry it when you participate in the martial arts tournament." "Okay!" Monkey King wanted to take off the turtle shell. "Wait a minute, Wukong." Sun Wuben yelled, "We don't really need to take off the turtle shell."

"Is that so!" Sun Wukong put the half-off tortoise shell back on his back.

The Guixian looked at Sun Wuben in doubt: "Kelin, what do you mean when you say that there is no need to take off the turtle shell?"

"Even with our strength, even if we wear a turtle shell, there are few opponents in the martial arts conference, so there is no need to take it off." Sun Wuben squinted his eyes and looked confident.

Gui Xianren's lips twitched.

"It seems that I decided to take them to the Martial Arts Conference. Pretending to be Jackie Chan was the right thing to do. This kid, Tu Lin, is still as arrogant as ever." A thought flashed through Gui Xianren's mind. From the day he became a teacher, Kelin had always acted like he was very powerful. He looked like he was always competing with Monkey King for the limelight, and the Guixian didn't like it very much at that time.

"If you want to carry it, then carry it. By the way, hurry up and take a bath, get ready, and we will set off later." Gui Xianren said with a smile, then turned and walked to his inner room, "I also have to Dress well."

"Clin, let's go take a shower."

"Yeah." Sun Wuben and Sun Wukong walked to the bathroom, and soon they changed their clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

"Wukong, Klin." Lan Qi walked up to the two with a box in her arms, "I'll give you a gift." Then she put the box in front of the two. "What is it?" Sun Wukong even opened it, only to see two dark blue tall gentleman's hats inside, and folded clothes under the gentleman's hats.

"Is this for us?" Sun Wukong was very happy. Although he never cared about clothes and the like, he was also very happy to change into new clothes once in a while. "Lan Qi, did you make this?" Sun Wuben also remembered at this time that in the original Dragon Ball, Monkey King and Kelin went to the martial arts competition for the first time, and Lan Qi made a suit for them. Lan Qi's face flushed: "I made it, you guys have a try."

"Well, I haven't worn such clothes yet." Sun Wukong even put on a suit, and Sun Wuben also put on a suit. After putting it on, the two had different temperaments, obviously much more stable than normal.

"Lan Qi, your craftsmanship is really good. This dress fits very well, and it is much better than the products made by those masters." Sun Wuben praised from the bottom of his heart.

Lan Qi's face was even more rosy.

"Wukong, since we have changed into this suit, we won't carry the turtle shell for the time being, it will destroy the temperament of this suit." Sun Wuben saw that Sun Wukong was happy to carry the turtle shell, and even stopped him. "Okay." Sun Wukong didn't care about this at all.

At this time, Guixianren also came out wearing a hat and a neat suit. He looked up and down Sun Wuben and Sun Wukong, and nodded: "That's right, all right, Wukong, Klin, we're leaving now, Lan Qi, Mrs. It's yours to take care of." Guixian said and threw out a universal capsule, and soon Monkey King, Klin, and Guixian got into the car and drove to the distance.

The next day, the scene of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference was crowded with people. In some places, there were even a large number of reporters interviewing the contestants. Of course, some well-known contestants were surrounded by fans asking for autographs.

"Kelin, Bulma said he was going to watch the game, Yamcha might be here too, let's go find it." Sun Wukong dragged Kelin into the crowd. The same move as in the original book, "Stand on the tall man's head", a call sounded in my ears.

"Wukong, Krillin, here!"

"It seems to be Bulma's voice." Sun Wukong and Kelinlian turned their heads and looked around. At this moment, Yamcha, Bulma, Oolong, and Poole crowded over.

"Wukong, Klin, why do I feel that you haven't grown taller at all? Is it because the turtle treats you harshly and doesn't give you food?" Boulma laughed.

"Bulma, you haven't grown up yet." Kelin snorted, and looked at Yamcha again, "Hello, Yamcha."

"I knew you two would come." Yamucha smiled and said, "If you don't have you in this martial arts conference, even if I win the first place, it's meaningless."

"Hmph, you won't be the first." Sun Wukong said crisply, "I will definitely beat you."

"Then we'll see when the time comes. Let me see what superb boxing techniques you and Kelin have learned from Master Wutian." Yamcha laughed. For the past eight months, he has been here for the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference. He practiced frantically in secluded retreats in the mountains, and even comprehended the wolf wolf Fengfeng Fist to the point that he surpassed the real wolf.

"Eight months, my practice and improvement speed in these eight months are more than ten times what I have practiced for so many years, and now I am at least two or three times stronger than I was eight months ago." Yamcha's eyes flashed with confidence With the brilliance of light, he, the desert thief, actually lost to the little kid-like Monkey King in martial arts, which has always been his great shame and humiliation.

"Grandpa didn't teach us boxing, but he said that our foundation is good enough, and boxing can be created by ourselves in the future." Sun Wukong said crisply.

"Teacher Wutian's instructions are really unique." Yamucha nodded, "My Spike Wind Fist is also my own creation, and the self-created boxing method is indeed the most suitable for me, but Monkey King, Kelin, you don't even have the unique skills. No, this time it seems to be lost."

"No way." Sun Wukong was very unconvinced.

"We will definitely win." Kelin has no confidence in the battle against others, but he still has confidence in Yamcha.

"It seems that the two of you should have improved a lot, otherwise you wouldn't be so confident." Bulma looked at Sun Wukong and Klin with a smile, "By the way, why didn't you carry the turtle shell I gave you?"

"Turtle shell?" Yamcha came back yesterday, so Boulma also mentioned to him that Sun Wukong and Kelin came to her to make turtle shells.

"By the way, Boulma said that you want a set that can adjust the weight, and it can be adjusted from 20 catties to 10,000 catties. Is it true or not?" Yamcha asked doubtfully, after all, 10,000 catties is too scary.

"Of course it's true." Sun Wukong took out the universal capsule directly from his body, as if he wanted to throw it out for Yamucha to see.

"Put away Wukong quickly." Bulmarian shouted. "There seems to be no place to put it here." Monkey King muttered. "Yamucha, our tortoise shell can indeed be adjusted to 10,000 jin, but Wukong and I are only adjusted to 1,000 jin now." Kelinlian said.

"One thousand catties?" Boulma screamed.

"You said you are practicing with a thousand catties of tortoise shells on your back?" Yamucha shouted in disbelief. He is a practitioner, and he has also tried to practice with weights. At his current level, a thousand catties is not enough. It is very heavy, but it is only carried for a short time. If you carry it all day, a hundred catties is a little bit reluctant.

"Originally, you can carry heavier ones. Even if you carry 10,000 catties, you can carry them all day without any problem. It's just that it's not very easy to practice." Kelin said with a smile on his face.

Boulma and Yamcha stared at each other, and then looked a little weird.

"Kelin, you're bragging a bit unreal." Boulma giggled.

"Kelin, your joke is really funny." Yamcha also laughed happily.

"Klin isn't bragging." Sun Wukong continued, "We can indeed adjust to 10,000 catties, but that way, it's too heavy, and every time we take a step, our feet will sink into the ground, and it's too deep." It’s too deep, it’s inconvenient for us to finish our practice, so we stopped at one thousand catties.”

"Is it!"

Boulma and Yamcha laughed even louder.

It's not that they think Sun Wukong is bragging, and they don't think that Sun Wukong has become as arrogant as Klin. After all, although they think Klin is very treacherous, they still trust Sun Wukong's character. After all, somersault cloud is no one. can sit.

"Silly boy Wukong, it seems that he still doesn't understand common sense such as arithmetic." Bulma and Yamcha looked at each other.

"Klin, Wukong, it's great that you are so powerful." Yamcha laughed loudly, "By the way, I heard that a legendary strongman appeared in this martial arts conference."

"Great." Sun Wukong jumped with joy.

"The legendary strong man?" Kelin frowned. Although he was unbelievably strong now, he had never been to the world's number one martial arts conference, so he was naturally worried.

"It's an old man named Jackie Chan, who has won many championships in martial arts competitions, and the way he won is terrible." Yamcha said with a slightly serious face, "This time, I suspect that the most terrible way for me to win the championship The opponent is him."

"The way to win is terrible?" Sun Wukong wondered.

"For example, if you wave your palm in the air, you can knock people out of the ring just with the palm of your hand." Yamu teased.

"The palm of the hand will give people..." Sun Wukong stared, and then became more excited, "I didn't expect to have such a terrifying opponent. It's great, Klin."

"It's great." Kelin had a bitter expression on his face.

The four of them were talking, although Sun Wuben didn't control Kelin's body, he still heard what Yamcha said, and Sun Wuben also saw the scene of Gui Xianren sneaking away.

"It seems that this Jackie Chan is the Guixianren. Unexpectedly, he still signed up this time. I am afraid that in addition to training us, he also wants to get the reward of the championship." Sun Wuben thought about it, and it didn't take long.

"clang!"

A great bell rang, and—

"Please enter the contestants, all contestants please enter the competition hall within a quarter of an hour." The loudspeaker sounded.

"Come on, let's go to the competition hall!"

"Well, Boulma, Oolong, Poole, you wait outside." Yamcha, Monkey King, and Kelin walked towards the competition hall.