Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

"Pick, Sun Wuhan." Sun Wuben said, "Let me guide Wuhan's practice, do you have any objections now?"

Sun Wufan frowned, and Piccolo raised his eyebrows. Martial arts practice pays attention to all aspects. Sun Wuben’s qigong bombs just now are very strong, but this is only one aspect. But martial arts? How about practice, this is a problem.

"If Gohan agrees, I don't have any objections, but..." Piccolo twitched his lips, "It's not up to you to guide Gohan completely, but we work together, and it's you one day in a month, and the rest of the time. to me."

"Impossible, at most you and I each have a month." Sun Wuben shook his head and said.

Piccolo frowned. Although Sun Wuben just showed the terrifying power of Qigong bullets, after all, he is only a man with a strength of 30,000. Even if he has reservations, he will never exceed 100,000. Too rare. Such a person, Piccolo, doesn't believe that he has such outstanding achievements in martial arts. After all, in martial arts practice, martial arts ranks first, and practice ranks last. What does this mean?

That is, the more you know about martial arts, the faster you can improve your cultivation.

With Sun Gohan's bloodline potential, if the martial arts realm can be improved, the increase in cultivation base will be terrifying, and breaking through to become a Super Saiyan is not difficult at all.

"No, I'll give you two days at most." Piccolo said in a deep voice.

"Hey." Suddenly Vegeta grinned: "I said Piccolo, and Sun Wuben, stop arguing with both of you, Sun Wuhan is my Saiyan descendant, and only I, the Saiyan, have the right to teach him. So, from today onwards, I, Vegeta, will be solely responsible for instructing Gohan's practice."

"What about Saiyans?" Piccolo looked at Vegeta coldly, "You should know that the higher the level of martial arts, the more qualified Gohan is. Do you think the level of martial arts really surpasses me?"

Vegeta's smile is even brighter. I admit that besides Sun Wukong, you are the second person I admire, but Vegeta doesn't care about your martial arts. Moreover, for Saiyans I, Vegeta, know the power and potential the most. Maybe you don’t know how terrifying my current martial arts practice is, and how deep my understanding of power is. "

"Oh, it seems Vegeta, you have grown up a lot these years, and you look down on me a little bit, well, let me see your current achievements." Piccolo grinned, in terms of cultivation, maybe he is not as good as Vegeta Pagoda is at the realm of martial arts. He has never stopped practicing martial arts for a moment in these years. Compared with a few years ago, his realm is already far from the same level.

"You want to see it, as you want." Vegeta was about to launch an attack.

"Wait." Sun Wuben interrupted.

"Huh?" Vegeta looked at Sun Wuben coldly. He was a little afraid of Sun Wuben, but like Piccolo, he was only afraid of Sun Wuben's qigong bombs.

"Sun Wuben, if you want to teach Gohan Qigong, I can ask you to teach him, but don't think too much about the others." Vegeta sneered, "Your Qigong, I do admit that there are many tricks, but Your strength is too low, not only Piccolo looks down on it, but even Gohan may not be convinced, as long as we are on guard, the three of us will take you down easily."

"Vegeta, do you really think so?" Sun Wuben grinned, "You might as well try!"

"ignorance."

Vegeta moved his feet and shot at Sun Wuben very neatly, making him talk to Sun Wuben, that was not Vegeta's style.

"Just try it."

I saw that when Vegeta was wary of Sun Wuben's qigong bomb, his body was as light as a gust of wind, and he arrived in front of Sun Wuben in a trance, and then punched Sun Wuben.

The punch pierced the air, causing the wind to howl.

But this whistling wind is extremely quiet, showing Vegeta's amazing achievements in martial arts. In fact, Vegeta's shot is also to show his martial arts, not his combat power. After all, the combat power of Saiyans is strong. He didn't need to show it at all.

"As expected of the Saiyan prince with the strongest fighting talent." Sun Wuben's eyes lit up, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Although the realm is good, but the movement is too slow." As soon as Geeta rushed over, he released his million fighting power with all his strength, but in the end Vegeta's speed was too slow.

"You only used 30,000 combat power to attack me. It seems that you want to overwhelm me in the realm of martial arts." A thought flashed through Sun Wuben's mind, and his body moved slightly.

In an instant, like a fish flying under the water, falling leaves are flying, Sun Wuben's movements do not have a trace of fireworks, he easily dodges Vegeta's punch, and then hits Vegeta with a backhand. This punch also caused rumors Howl, but this kind of howl is even lower than Vegeta's fist wind.

"Um?"

Vegeta's eyelids twitched, he dodged Sun Gomoto's blow, and he punched again unconvinced. This time, both his body shape and attack performance were better than the previous punch. In Vegeta's view, he was close to hitting his best. Excellent level.

I saw Sun Wu himself drifting backwards following Vegeta's attack, like the wind blowing leaves away, and then the fist that counterattacked reached Vegeta's chest almost in a flash.

"Top!"

The bodies of the two touched for the first time, they broke apart immediately, and after they separated, they rushed together again. In an instant, the two hit each other hundreds of times. In the fight between the two, Bulma, Bobo, Tianshen and Kalin Immortal are unclear, but both Piccolo and Sun Wuhan stared wide-eyed.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.

Piccolo's martial arts level is frighteningly high.

Originally, he wanted to be inferior to Sailairen in terms of strength, but in terms of martial arts, he could definitely overwhelm Monkey King and Vegeta, but this time...

"Damn Vegeta, it's no wonder you're so arrogant. You really have the money to be arrogant." Piccolo clenched his fists. Although he thought that Vegeta's martial arts realm was still some way away from him, it was far beyond Piccolo's ability to beat Beige. Guessing about Geeta's realm.

"After all, Vegeta is a rare and unrivaled genius among the Saiyans in a millennium. It is reasonable to have such a state, but this Monkey King obviously only has a combat power of more than 30,000. Why?"

Compared with Vegeta, Piccolo was even more surprised by Sun Wuben's martial arts realm.

"Vegeta, am I qualified?" Sun Wuben suddenly stepped back. Vegeta stopped his hands, looked at Sun Wuben coldly, took three full breaths, and then slowly said: "Your martial arts are indeed qualified enough, I can give you a step, and within a month, you can teach Wuben Meal for three days, and the rest of the time is mine."

"Vegeta, have you forgotten me?" Piccolo sneered.

"Oh?" Vegeta looked at Piccolo, and at this moment Piccolo rushed towards Vegeta, and the two also suppressed their combat power at 30,000 and fought. After all, this time the competition was martial arts, not cultivation. Because, if you add cultivation, no one is Vegeta's opponent.

In an instant, the two fought hundreds of moves, and then they all stopped and looked at each other.

"I can give you ten days a month." Vegeta said in a deep voice.

"No, I should give you ten days." Piccolo said coldly.

"Hey, did you two forget about me?" Sun Wuben said, "It's a waste to entrust a good seed like Gohan to you. Entrusting it to me is the best way."

"Shut up, I'll give you five days, Vegeta and I will share the rest, Vegeta, I can take a step back and give you twelve days, and the rest will be mine."

"Your words should be what I should say."

...

Sun Wuben, Vegeta, and Piccolo quarreled. Beside Bulma, Karin Immortal, Bobo, and Immortal had weird faces, while Sun Wuhan smiled wryly.

"Uncle Piccolo, Uncle Vegeta, and Mr. Sun Wuben." Sun Wuhan shouted helplessly, "Stop arguing, I think it's better to decide by guessing fists, and each guide me for a month."

"A month for one person?"

Vegeta and Piccolo looked at Son Gohan.

"Gohan, are you stupid? If so, what are you doing with punches?" Vegeta sneered.

"Of course there is a difference. The first winner can be the first to teach me, the second one can teach me in the second month, and the loser in the end will be the third month. That's great." Sun Wuhan Said.

Vegeta and Piccolo frowned slightly, then looked at Sun Wuben. Sun Wuben spread his hands: "We really need to listen to Gohan's thoughts on this matter. Since it is his suggestion, I don't care."

"That's it." Vegeta said lightly.

"Then I agree." Although Piccolo was unwilling, he could only say.

"Then let's begin!"

"Rock, scissors, cloth!" The three of them stretched out their fists behind their backs, three cloths, punched again, two fists and one cloth, this cloth is...

"Sure enough, Gohan, the descendant of a Saiyan, should be guided by me." Vegeta smiled happily, raised his eyebrows, turned and walked aside, "Pick, Sun Wuben, I advise you not to punch anymore , Gohan has my advice for a month, and he doesn't need your advice at all."

"Hmph." Piccolo snorted coldly, "Sun Wuben, let's come! Rock, scissors, and cloth!" One punch and one scissors.

"Sun Wuben, I won this time. It seems that Gohan's advice has nothing to do with you. With Piccolo's second month's advice, you don't need to worry about his martial arts." Piccolo's mouth curled up. stand up.

Sun Wuben looked at the scissors he had drawn out, and took them back with a wry smile.

"Gohan, I will come to see you in two months. Everyone, I'm leaving first. At this time and space, I haven't gone home yet." Sun Wuben bid farewell to everyone.

"Your home?" Boulma asked suspiciously.

"Of course, there is a village called Gingko Village in the northern capital. My family runs a martial arts school. The Sun Wuliu Dojo was originally a registered disciple of Immortal Crane. I don't know if the dojo is still there in this time and space. My mother, father, and my sister And whether the other Sun Wuben is still there." Sun Wuben said, feeling a little excited in his heart, in this time and space, what he wants to see the most is not others, but his mother Mi'er.

"So, are you really from the past?"

"Believe it or not, I'm leaving!" Sun Wu himself disappeared.

"I really want to leave." Bulma snorted, and looked at the crowd, "Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, let's go too."

"Um."

Vegeta picked up Bulma and flew into the air, Piccolo and Son Gohan also flew up.