Dragon Ball God Mu

"Master Muyang, you... hello..." Klin stammered with excitement on his face. He never thought that one day he would actually see the legendary **** of martial arts.

　　 "Well, watch the game seriously, you can try to learn the sense of breath, this is the content of the temple."

　　 A pair of bright star-like eyes glanced at Klin and the others, Mu Yang smiled slightly, and his gaze turned to the ring game again.

　　 Klin and others are now considered to be fledglings, but they are far from reaching the point where he is concerned.

　　 "Yes." Klin straightened up immediately and responded excitedly.

　　The **** of martial arts, this is to point them, how could he miss such a good opportunity.

　　 Klin widened his eyes and watched the movements of Monkey King and Lan Qi very seriously. Even if he couldn't keep up with his eyesight, he stared at the ring with all his might and felt in accordance with his breath. But Klin's strength is indeed a little bit worse, except for a few blurred images, he can't see the Monkey King and their movements at all.

Compared with Klin’s hardship, the reactions of Tianjin Fan, Yaqiluobei, and Leping are much easier, and they can vaguely sense the movements of Monkey King, which opens a new door for their martial arts practice. Just as Mu Yang said, the induction of breath is a practice that only the temple has.

　　 "Dad..." A soft body rushed directly towards Mu Yang, and Mu Yang took her down and hugged her in his arms. Aimia raised her head, flashing a pair of shiny eyes.

　　 "Dad, why are you alone, where is mom?"

　　 Muyang smiled and hugged Ami Ya, and said: "Your mother and the others have been with your uncle. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Aimia has grown taller. Who are you here with this time?"

"Hehe, elder brother, Lazili, Lapis, aunty... a lot of people." Aimia counted one by one with her fingers, Mu Yang listened with a smile on her face, in fact, he knew Sepriel early in the morning. They are in the audience with Nick.

Holding Aimia towards the auditorium, Mu Yang saw Cypril and Nick in the crowd, and the few people standing not far from them were Guixianren, Bulma and Wulong. In the sky, there were Several figures floated high, Mu Qiu was holding La Zili, and a young man next to him was carrying Lapis.

　　 The boy is not tall, but he is strong, it is Broly.

　　 You must know that even Lan Qi has come to participate in the martial arts meeting. As Lan Qi's follower, how could Broly not come.

Mu Yang nodded slightly towards Broly, a stream of light flashed in Broly's eyes, his body moved, and a phantom flickered before appearing in front of Mu Yang. The whole process was silent. The audience and staff on the scene were all silent. not found.

　　 "Father." Broly called politely.

Mu Yang looked up and down Broly, a fist hit his chest, and a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "Broly, he has performed very well outside these years, and his combat power has reached 120,000! I will participate more in the future. In the battles of some shepherd forces, don't follow Lan Qi to wander around outside."

　　 Broly smiled innocently: "In fact, Lan Qi is just more playful. I think these days are very interesting."

　　 "Whatever you do, remember not to lose your effort."

In addition to not being transformed, Broly’s current strength is second to none in the universe. As long as he doesn’t neglect exercise like the Monkey King in the original book, he simply wastes his great aptitude, and Muyang is not in his daily life. Will intervene.

　　 "Muyang-sama, who is this little brother?"

Tianjin Fan and Yaqi Luobei didn't know when Broly appeared. They looked at Broly, and suddenly felt a powerful pressure swept towards them, like a huge weight. Even if he was far away for a certain distance, there was still sweat on his forehead.

　　 This is a master they can't imagine.

　　Tianjin Fan and others all had their pupils tightened, showing incredible looks.

　　 Although Broly did not deliberately reveal the energy in his body, the violent aura exuding invisibly was like a deep ocean with hidden waves, which really made Tianjin Fan and the others unbearable.

　　 "He is my adopted son Broly, don't care about him."

　　 "It turns out to be the adopted son of an adult... It's too strong." Tianjin Fan's face turned pale, and was deterred by Broly's power. This boy looked a few years younger than himself, but his strength was terrifyingly strong.

　　 Even the two people competing in the ring at this time may not be as strong as him!

　　 For some reason, Tianjin Fan suddenly compares Monkey King, Lan Qi and Broly, and a sense of frustration can't help but feel in his heart. It turned out that he was not the best among young people, and there were many who were stronger than him, but soon Tianjin Fan's face became firm and his confidence was restored.

On the side of 　　, Leping watched with a faint look. His feet were trembling, and he was already oppressed by the powerful aura exuded by Broly. Compared with them, he was too far apart.

　　 "The age of this adopted son of Master Muyang is about the same age as Monkey King, but his strength far exceeds those of us. This is the result of an expert's guidance."

　　 Leping condensed his eyebrows. Teacher Firth once said that the **** of martial arts is the best martial artist on earth. If he can get his guidance... then he shook his head and dispelled this unrealistic idea.

　　The **** of martial arts, shepherd's head, has fewer disciples. The only record is a female disciple, and that female disciple is now the **** of earth.

"I don't want to be a disciple of Master Muyang. As long as he can get the personal guidance of the gods, he may be able to surpass them." A strong desire arose in Le Ping's heart, and his next step was to climb the temple and get the guidance of the gods. Only in this way can he have further possibilities.

　　 Muyang looked at the changes in the complexions of several people, and nodded lightly.

　　 "Oh, the above game is about to end." Turning his eyes to the game, Mu Yang curled up his mouth and showed a smile.

Yaqiluobei, Tianjin Fan and others have recovered from their thoughts~www.readwn.com~ On the ring, the battle between Monkey King and Lan Qi has come to an end. In fact, Monkey King’s current power is not Lan at all. Qi's opponent.

　　Perhaps it was really entrusted by Ji Nei, Lan Qi's start strength is very measured, which can give Monkey a certain training, but will not really hurt him.

　　 "Lan Qi, just use my last move as the final blow!"

　　 Monkey King is standing on a pitted martial arts arena. There is almost no complete stone slab in the huge area, and there are winding cracks everywhere.

　　 Lanqi's face was covered with a sneer, she lifted her golden hair, her turquoise eyes gleamed beautifully, "I stand still and let you fight. If you can hurt my hair, you will win!"

　　 "Less look down on me."

　　 Monkey King stubbornly roared, and suddenly he tapped the soles of his feet, and his body quickly jumped to a height of tens of meters. Suddenly, a strong pressure emerged from Monkey King.

　　 His hands were raised high, and then they were brought together, ready to release the most powerful move.

　　 In the auditorium, the turtle fairy held down his sunglasses and looked at Monkey King's movements, thinking: "Does Wukong want to release the turtle style qigong? But because of the energy nature of the turtle style qigong, I'm afraid it can't hurt the opponent."

　　 The next second, Immortal Turtle saw Monkey King and took a very solemn breath. He gathered his hands and folded his fingers into a triangle. The violent energy was compressed between the small palms.

　　 "No, this is not turtle Qigong."

　　 Watching Sun Wukong’s movements carefully, Immortal Turtle’s face showed disbelief, "That trick...Is it something Gohan taught him?"