Dragon Ball God Mu

Uh……

Oolong's sworn appearance made Bulma have to think a lot. Could it be that he really opened it up?

Carefully recalling the original scene, and thinking about it, Bulma's expression suddenly stunned, and she turned to look at Sun Wukong next to her in astonishment.

What did she wish for then? She asked Shenlong to bring her future boyfriend to her, but nothing happened... At that time, Sun Wukong seemed to be there, and he was the only boy other than Oolong at that time.

"What's wrong with your face, Bulma, why are you looking at me like that?"

Sun Wukong touched Bulma's forehead curiously. He didn't have a fever, how could it be so red.

"(〃'▽'〃), nothing... nothing."

Bulma's cheeks were hot, and her expression was very dazed. Why didn't she think that Wukong, who looked small, was actually only one year younger than himself!

"Ahem, Brother Wukong, don't worry about Dragon Balls, let's go to a hotel first, and we'll have a match later." Kiki coughed dryly from the side, her eyes wandering on Sun Wukong and Bulma, this topic is very interesting. Can't let them talk anymore.

"Yes, find a hotel first!"

The Turtle Immortal held up the black hat on his head, and invited Bulma to rest in the hotel with a straight suit.

So the group nodded in agreement and walked towards the nearby hotel.

Kelin followed behind, looking at Sun Wukong surrounded by Kiki and Bulma, he suddenly felt that the girl named Bulma was more enthusiastic towards Wukong.

"What do you think they are doing?" Ke Lin asked Oolong in a low voice.

"Don't you understand?" Oolong slapped Hache, "Tsk tsk, that boy Sun Wukong is very blessed."

"..." Krillin froze for a moment, then followed closely.

After arranging accommodation in the hotel, Immortal Turtle then took Sun Wukong and the others to the Jingwu Pavilion to participate in the first trials.

At this time, the Martial Arts Hall was already crowded with people, and the queues were full. Because the No. 1 Martial Arts Club in the world was also a testing ground for the approval of Martial Daoists, there had long been a large number of approved Martial Daoists waiting here.

"Wow, there are a lot of masters here." Sun Wukong excitedly looked at the crowd of people around him, and couldn't help itching his hands.

"Wukong, these people are all here to participate in the competition!"

Ke Lin was an ordinary disciple of the outer door of Duolin Temple. He had never seen such a grand scene before, and he stammered when he spoke.

"Senior Brother Wukong, look over there, it seems to be a disciple of Tenshinyu." Qiqi pointed in a direction, and there gathered a few contestants wearing white martial arts uniforms.

"Really, I know a few of them, and they are very powerful." Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to fight them.

"Wukong, Qiqi, Kelin, the three of you must go all out, especially Kelin, you have to believe in yourself and don't be frightened by your previous experience." The Turtle Immortal finally admonished.

"Yes!"

Sun Wukong, Qiqi, and Kelin answered in unison.

The Turtle Immortal nodded to them, and then watched them go to the martial arts hall. Each of these contestants who passed the initial registration and screening had a certain strength, not those who made up their minds. In fact, what kind of results can Sun Wukong and the others achieve in the end? Immortals don't know either. After all, in martial arts competitions, luck also accounts for a large proportion.

"Wukong, you have to do your best."

Bulma shouted to Sun Wukong with great enthusiasm.

"Bulma, this woman seems to be very enthusiastic about Sun Wukong now." Wulong looked up at Bulma.

Bulma said of course: "I care about him."

Oolong snorted twice, looking in disbelief.

"Hey, look at that man, he seems to be the troublemaker we encountered when we were looking for Dragon Ball." Oolong turned his eyes away, and was suddenly attracted by a figure wearing a dark green vest and a red turban around his head. This figure is Leping, although his hair is cut short, but Oolong sees Poole beside him and recognizes it at a glance.

"It's really him, and he actually came to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting." Bulma looked at Leping not far away, whose appearance had changed greatly.

"That person is Leping." Wulong whispered.

"Don't worry, he is Wukong's defeated general, nothing special." Bulma bit her thumb and her calf kept shaking.

Oolong thought about it and felt that it was true. Sun Wukong could defeat Leping nearly a year ago, and it makes no sense that he would not be able to beat him this time.

On the other side, Le Ping was wearing a red turban and was instructing Poole to take care of himself, and then walked into the Jingwu Pavilion confidently. In fact, he had already seen Sun Wukong and the others. The reason why he didn't say anything was that he planned to surprise them in the next game.

This time he will definitely defeat Sun Wukong.

This year's martial arts meeting gathered a lot of masters. After the disciples entered the martial arts hall, Immortal Turtle looked around carefully, and actually let him see the figure of King Japa. This man was a strong man in the previous martial arts meetings, and his strength was not enough. Underestimated, there are also many elite disciples of other schools, all of whom are masters.

Seeing such a scene, Turtle Immortal couldn't help but sigh that his time has really passed. Before he knew it, many masters had surpassed him and embarked on the road of stronger martial arts.

"Huh?" Immortal Turtle snorted, his eyes focused on two people, one tall and one short.

One of the two was tall and had three eyes, and the other looked like a child, but floated in mid-air. Just the moment they looked at each other, the Turtle Immortal's forehead dripped with sweat.

These two are definitely not ordinary masters.

"That guy Wukong, who has met his opponent now, who is his disciple? He has such a cultivation base at such a young age." Immortal Turtle's deep eyes wandered over the two of them, and he took a deep breath.

"Senior old man, what are you looking at?" Bulma asked.

Immortal Turtle came back to his senses, "Don't call me an old man, I really don't know how to be polite, but if you're willing to let me touch my chest, or hug me like Wukong, I can forgive you."

"Go away! Don't get close to me, you old guy." Bulma yelled at Turtle Immortal.

"Cut." Turtle Immortal pouted to himself.

At this moment, a whirlwind blew up and blew the dust on the ground. Neither Bulma nor the Turtle Immortal knew what was going on, and a soft thing appeared in Bulma's arms.

"Sister Bulma, it's really you, I miss you so much!" A four- or five-year-old little guy threw himself into Bulma's arms, with his small head on her chest.

Bulma reacted and held up the child in her arms: "Are you Mu Qiu...or Amy?"

Mu Qiu and Emiya looked exactly the same, and she couldn't recognize her as a sister.

"I'm Amelia!"

Emiya's pink and tender face turned towards Bulma, her eyes blinked, and Bulma was immediately captured by her cute appearance. Since Bulma's aunt April is Muyang's wife, Emiya and Bulma are of the same generation.

"Little Emiya, why are you the only one here?"

"No, I came with my aunt and my brother." Amya said softly, her pink little finger pointed to a direction in the crowd, and as expected, Bulma saw Saipu when she looked along that direction. Lil and their children.

Mu Qiu, Lazli, and Lapis came over under the leadership of Cypriel.

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