Dragon Ball God Mu

"Mr. Muyang, you... hello..." Ke Lin stammered with excitement on his face. He never thought that he would one day meet the legendary god of martial arts.

"Well, watch the game carefully, you can try to learn the induction of breath, this is the practice content of the temple."

A pair of bright star-like eyes glanced at Ke Lin and the others, Mu Yang smiled slightly, and his eyes turned to the competition in the ring again.

Krillin and others are now fledglings, but they are far from reaching the point where he pays attention.

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

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

Ke Lin's eyes widened, watching Monkey King and Lan Qi's movements very seriously. Even if his eyesight couldn't keep up, he still aimed at the ring and sensed it according to the breath. But Ke Lin's strength is indeed a little worse. Except for a few blurred images, he couldn't see the movements of Sun Wukong and the others at all.

Compared with Kelin's difficulties, Tianjin Fan, Yaki Luobei, and Leping's reactions were much easier. They could vaguely sense the movements of Sun Wukong and the others, which opened a new door for their martial arts practice. As Mu Yang said, the induction of breath is a practice only available in the temple.

"Dad..." A soft body rushed directly towards Mu Yang, Mu Yang took her into his arms, Emiya raised her head, her eyes flashing brightly.

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

Mu Yang hugged Amya with a smile, and said, "Your mother and the others are at your uncle's place. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Amya has grown taller. Who did you come with this time?"

"Hee hee, brother, Lazli, Lapis, auntie... there are many, many people." Amya counted one by one with her fingers, Mu Yang listened with a smile, in fact, he knew about Cypriel early in the morning. And Nick they were in the audience.

Holding Amya and looking towards the auditorium, Mu Yang saw Cypriel and Nick in the crowd, and the few people standing not far from them were Turtle Immortal, Bulma and Oolong. Several figures were floating high up, Mu Qiu was holding La Zili, and a young man beside him was carrying La Bis.

The young man was not tall, but he was strong. It was 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.

Muyang nodded slightly towards Broly, Broly's eyes flashed a stream of light, his body moved, a phantom flashed and appeared in front of Muyang, the whole process was silent, the audience and staff at the scene not found.

"Father," Broly called politely.

Muyang looked at Broly up and down, a fist hit him on the chest, and a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes, "Broly, you have performed very well outside these years, the combat power has reached 240,000! I will participate more in the future. In some battles of the Faun forces, don't follow Lan Qi around outside."

Broly showed an innocent smile: "Actually, Lan Qi is just more playful. I think these days are very interesting."

"Whatever you want, remember not to give up your kung fu."

In addition to not being able to transform, Broly's current strength is second to none in the universe. As long as he doesn't neglect exercise like the Sun Wufan in the original book, he wastes his great qualifications in vain, and the daily life of Muyang is not good. will intervene.

"Lord Muyang, who is this little brother?"

Tianjin Fan and Yakilobe didn't know when Broly appeared, they looked at Broly, and suddenly they felt a powerful pressure swept over them, like a heavy object pressing down on them, Even though he was far away from him, there was still a gleam of sweat on his forehead.

This is a master they can't imagine.

Tianjin Fan and the others all had their pupils shrunk, showing an unbelievable look.

Although Broly did not deliberately reveal the energy in his body, the violent aura emanating from the invisible was like a deep sea with hidden waves, which was really unbearable for Tianjin Fan and the others.

"He's my adopted son Broly, you don't need to care about him."

"It turned out to be the adopted son of an adult...it's too strong." Tianjin Fan's face was pale, and he was intimidated by Broly's power. This young man looked a few years younger than himself, but his strength was frighteningly strong.

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

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

On the other hand, Le Ping looked a little absently. His feet were trembling, and he was already oppressed by the powerful momentum emanating from Broly. Compared with them, he was really far behind.

"Master Muyang's adopted son is about the same age as Sun Wukong, but his strength is far greater than those of us. This is the result of the expert's guidance."

Le Ping frowned. Teacher Firth once said that the God of Martial Arts is the best Martial Daoist on earth. If he can get his guidance... Then he shook his head and dismissed this unrealistic idea.

The god of martial arts, Mu Yang, has few disciples, and the only recorded one is a female disciple, and that female disciple is now the god of the earth.

"I don't want to be a disciple of Lord Muyang. As long as I can get the personal guidance of the gods, I may be able to surpass them." Leping suddenly had a strong desire in his heart, and his next step was to climb the temple and get guidance from the gods. That way he can go further.

Mu Yang saw the changes in the faces of several people and nodded lightly.

"Oh, the above game is about to end." His eyes turned to the game, and Mu Yang raised his mouth and showed a smile.

Yakilobe, Tianjin Fan and others recovered from their thoughts one after another.

In the arena, the battle between Sun Wukong and Lan Qi has come to an end. In fact, Sun Wukong's current strength is not Lan Qi's opponent at all.

Maybe it was because she was really entrusted by Ji Nei, Lan Qi's strength was very measured, which could give Sun Wukong some training without really hurting him.

"Lanqi, just use my last move as the decisive blow!"

Sun Wukong stood on the pitted martial arts arena. There were almost no complete stone slabs in the huge field, and there were winding cracks everywhere.

Lan Qi's face was covered with a sneer, and she brushed up her golden hair, and her green eyes shone with a beautiful luster, "The old lady stands still and lets you fight, if you can hurt a single hair of me, you win!"

"Don't look down on me."

Sun Wukong roared stubbornly, suddenly the soles of his feet lightly tapped, and his body quickly jumped to a height of tens of meters. Suddenly, an extremely strong coercion emerged from Sun Wukong.

He raised his hands high, then folded them together, ready to unleash the most powerful move.

In the auditorium, Immortal Turtle lifted his sunglasses and watched Sun Wukong's movements, thinking to himself, "Could it be that Wukong wants to release Turtle Qigong? But with the energy nature of Turtle Qigong, I'm afraid it won't hurt the opponent."

The next second, Immortal Turtle took a very solemn breath when he saw Sun Wukong, his hands gathered together, the fingers of both hands folded into a triangle, and 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... Could it be that Gohan taught him?"