Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament has an aggressive name, but its actual impact is not that great, and the competition is extremely simple. The first thing to do is the qualifiers.

Soon the qualifiers will begin.

Sun Wuben, Sun Wukong and other players all entered the competition hall.

"This conference is to decide who is the best player in the world..."

The host monk in the competition hall was giving a pre-match speech, and all the places with windows outside the competition hall were occupied by reporters. Because of the rules, only contestants could enter the competition hall.

"Here, I found the God of Songs!" A sudden excited scream.

"What's the name of the ghost!" Boomer turned his head and yelled at the screaming reporter not far away, suddenly stunned, song god? He said he discovered the God of Songs, could it be...

At this time, Boulma was leaning on the window and looking in, wanting to watch Yamcha's game, but at this moment, there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind.

"I heard from the reporter that he found the God of Songs. Could it be that Sun Wuben really participated in the martial arts competition. That guy should be a good student who obediently studied, but he actually practiced martial arts. God, what kind of person is this! Stronger than Miss Ben, could it be that Miss Ben is too beautiful, that’s why God made my genius appear a little flawed, and I was suppressed a little by this kid?"

"But……"

"Bulma, should I watch Yamcha's game or Sun Wuben's game? Yamcha is the most handsome in the world, and Sun Wuben is so strange. It's a headache. Well, it's decided in this way. Watch both. If Sun Wuben Not as handsome as in the legend, just watch Yamcha's game." Booma made a decision, but he couldn't find Sun Wuben's shadow when he searched the arena.

"Oops, this is the crown prince of the competition hall. If Sun Wuben is in there, it should be over there, not Yamcha and Sun Wukong." Bu Ma was embarrassed again.

...

The lottery began soon in the competition hall.

"Is number 12 you?"

"Why, you are my opponent No. 11? Seeing how skinny you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to take a punch from me. It's better to surrender as soon as possible when you come on stage."

"Just say that to you, I will beat you until your mother doesn't even know you!"

The whole atmosphere began to become intense. On channel 1, Kelin also got his own number, and when he saw that he was on channel 1, his face collapsed.

"It's a arena with Wukong, I'm most afraid of fighting Wukong, what should I do?" Kelin flinched and looked worried.

Monkey King, however, acted as if nothing had happened, and said to Kelin, "Kelin, you must be gentle when you fight next time, and don't use too much force."

"Ah?" Kelin was almost stunned. He was wondering if he could win the first round, but Sun Wukong actually told him to take it easy.

"I feel that each of these people is very weak, not as strong as Monkey King." Monkey King also said with some doubts, "They are so weak, if you attack too hard, it's not good."

"Are you... saying that you are afraid that I will accidentally hurt someone?" Kelin almost jumped up, "Wukong, when did you know how to tell jokes?"

"Anyway, you must hit lightly." Wukong still said, at this moment——

"Snapped!"

A big hand slapped Kelin's bald head fiercely. It was a tall, thin monk with a sinister smile on his face.

"Isn't this Kelin?" The tall and thin monk slapped Kelin's head fiercely while giggling.

"Master... Master... Brother..." Kelin's body trembled. Kelin was born in Duolin Temple, which is famous for its martial arts. When he was in the temple, he was often bullied by those senior brothers. Seeing this senior brother, he was terrified like a conditioned reflex.

"Who is he?" Monkey King asked curiously, and frowned again, "Kelin, what are you afraid of?" Although Monkey King didn't know that with Kelin's current ability, he could defeat this tall and thin monk with one finger, but He also felt that the other party was far inferior to Kelin, so he naturally didn't understand what Kelin was afraid of.

"The master...brother I used to live in Duolin Temple was very strong." Kelin said tremblingly.

The tall and thin monk laughed loudly and patted Ke Lin: "Ke Lin, you have escaped from Duolin Temple for more than seven months, so you hid outside to practice martial arts secretly, and you dared to come to the martial arts conference. Your courage has grown a lot." Yeah, what's the number, huh? Number 121, that's great, brother, I'm number 122, we matched up in the first match, let the brother see how much you've grown in the past seven months."

The tall and thin monk was so excited, this trash Kelin was actually his opponent in the first round, wouldn't that give him points? The monks who also came from Duolin Temple looked at the tall and thin monk enviously.

The tall and thin monk slapped Kelin's bald head again and again, until Klin grinned in pain and left with a big laugh.

"Damn it!" Sun Wukong muttered, "Kelin, don't hold back for a while, and teach this hateful person a lesson."

"What are you talking about, that man is the number one expert in Duolin Temple!" Kelin jumped up violently, and then looked dejected again, "Oops, oops, I will definitely be beaten badly this time, why not Such bad luck, I thought I wouldn't have to be bullied by them after escaping from Duolin Temple, but I didn't expect to meet them..."

"Klin, right?" A gentle voice sounded.

"You are..." Kelin looked up at the young man walking towards him in a leisurely manner. This young man was very sunny and handsome, and people liked him at first glance. It was just that he didn't know this man, but soon Kelin saw him. The word 'Enlightenment' written on the chest of the white T-shirt.

"Sun...Sun Wuben...God of Songs?" Kelin asked doubtfully.

"It's you, Big Brother!" Sun Wukong shouted, "My name is Monkey King, Klin, look, I told you that Big Brother is here to participate in the Martial Arts Conference!"

"Sun Wukong, you are much better than Kelin, call me Wuben." Sun Wuben smiled, and looked at Kelin again, "Kelin, you are not only inferior to Wukong in skill, but also far worse in vision and courage. Monk of Duolin Temple, you don’t need to be afraid of him at all.”

"But...but he is the number one expert in Duolin Temple, you have never seen him so scary." Kelin said in disbelief.

"I just said that your vision is not as good as Wukong's. So what if the monk is the number one master in Duolin Temple? With your current skills, why are you still afraid of him? Kelin, you have to believe in yourself. Now you, bind your hands and use your tongue. You can torture that guy to death." Sun Wuben shook his head as he spoke, then turned and walked into the distance, "An elephant is actually afraid of an ant, it really makes people speechless."

"Haha." There was a loud laugh, and I saw a 30-40-year-old black-haired strong man pointing at Sun Wuben and laughing wildly, "You kid said that that brat could torture the number one master of Duolin Temple to death with his tongue, lol Dead man, it’s so funny! This is the first time I heard such a funny joke, Ma Xuan is worthy of being a song god, and the jokes he tells can also become a god, a joke god, haha..."

Sun Wuben frowned, Ma Xuan laughed so loudly, everyone around heard it, many people pointed at this side and started laughing, and the monks in Duolin Temple even laughed and bowed their heads, hugging each other. Stomach pain. After all, these martial arts practitioners don't have the ability to feel other people's anger like the later Z fighters. Naturally, they don't know that Kelin's martial arts level is far beyond what they can reach.

"Summer insects can't talk about ice." Sun Wuben snorted and went to the ring where he was in the distance.

"Hey, God of Songs, you'd better go and sing. You can sing well, but martial arts is not something you can master." Ma Xuan shouted, but Sun Wuben ignored him at all. The old man stands in front of Sun Wu himself.

"Good boy."

"Old man, what's the matter?" Sun Wuben suddenly became vigilant. According to the original plot, in this Martial Arts Conference, Gui Xianren once disguised himself as Jackie Chan to participate in the Martial Arts Conference, and Gui Xianren disguised himself as a white-haired, white-bearded man in a Tang suit. old man.

The old man in front of him is similar to the one in the plot no matter his appearance or clothes.

"How do you know that those two little ghosts are so strong that they can defeat the number one master of Duolin Temple with their tongues?" Guixian asked with a smile on his hands behind his back. Sun Wukong and Kelin are his disciples, and he, the "God of Martial Arts", naturally understands How strong these two disciples are, so strong that they can easily sweep the entire martial arts conference, but how could others know.

And he is also very interested in this handsome young man in front of him, because from the mouths of the people around him, it seems that this young man is a super famous singer, and he also studied in the key class of the capital of the north.

"Two such small dolls don't have the ability to shock the sky, how dare they come to this martial arts conference where hidden dragons and crouching tigers?" Dare to come to this Martial Arts Conference, with such self-confidence, I am afraid that he is also a master among the masters, and the people of Duolin Temple who are trying to gain fame may not be able to stop the old man's three punches and two kicks."

Guixianren's lips twitched, his level has already reached an incredible level, not to mention the number one master of Duolin Temple, even the entire Duolin Temple is not enough for Guixianren to bombard him with qigong.

The expression on Guixianren's face remained unchanged: "Young man, what do you want to say? My old man is naturally strong. Young man, do you think I can make it to the top eight?"

"It depends on what the old man thinks. If you are willing, it will be easy..." Sun Wuben said with a smile, and at this moment——

"No. 100, No. 101 players please come on stage."

"Old man, it's my time, I'm number 100." Sun Wuben said repeatedly, bypassing Gui Xianren and walking towards the ring in the distance.

"This kid, you really see that Wukong and Klin have reached another level, but it's impossible, even the gods and Immortal Karin can't tell a person's combat power without fighting, is it true? The reason?" Gui Xianren looked at Sun Wuben's back full of doubts.

"I don't know how good this kid is in martial arts?" Immortal Gui suddenly became interested.