Chapter 373: To Practice or Not to Practice? (5/30)

"That's right! It's a grand event that happens every five years, of course I have to attend!" Yamcha smiled, looking at Sun Wukong at the same time, and said silently in his heart: "At the beginning, I was just watching your performance in the martial arts competition five years ago. , I started to dream about being a martial artist..."

Bulma pushed his hair, and didn't know who he was explaining to, and said: "I only met him when Yamcha was signing up. I have never seen him in this year... You joined the martial arts association. , you’ve been practicing on your own, right?”

Yamcha was stunned for a moment, said "uh", scratched his head and said: "Yes, in November last year, I luckily passed the examination of the Xidu Martial Arts Association and became a member of the Martial Arts Association... and received free gifts. Virtual Earth Network Login Device, my kung fu has improved a lot these days! Wukong, let’s have a good competition!”

As he spoke, he put aside his depression about Bulma "cutting off the relationship" and gradually looked at Sun Wukong seriously.

"Ah! I'm looking forward to it too!" Sun Wukong became very serious, his eyes bright.

Yamcha and him looked at each other and smiled, which made Klin very depressed. I also became stronger, okay? But then I was thinking secretly in my heart, looking at Yamcha and thinking maliciously: "If you only focus on Wukong, I won't be merciful when you meet me... Hehe hey-hey……"

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In Beidu, the cold wind is biting.

Piccolo, wearing a white robe and waistcoat, landed against the cold wind at the registration place of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association. As soon as he landed, with his height of 1.7 meters and his strong body, he had an imposing figure. Piccolo looked indifferent and refused to refuse. He separated from the crowd blocking the way and walked to the registration area. He said coldly: "Pico, you have already signed up. Can you register here?"

"Uh...yes, yes." The staff member said sweatingly after being stressed out by Piccolo.

Piccolo looked towards the southwest with a cold face and said silently in his heart: "Sun Wukong, Kakarot, I will wait for you in the finals..."

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A small town in the south, near the edge of the desert.

It's cold and windy in the north, but here it's hot summer all year round. Today is no exception, the temperature is very high. A fat man with long black messy hair was carrying a long knife, and there were several desert beasts hanging on the scabbard. He didn't kill them to prevent the flesh from being unsightly, but they were injured and knocked unconscious by him.

Looking up at the signboard of "Niu Mo Signature Restaurant", Aqi Luobei walked in.

"Uncle Niu, today's goods."

He walked in and said something, but he felt that the atmosphere was strange, and he immediately found that the diners in the restaurant had gathered together, wondering what they were doing. Archibald felt strange and walked over. At this time, a middle-aged bearded man with a body as big as a hill came over and said with a buzzing smile: "Achilobe, are you back from hunting again?"

"Well, Uncle Niu, what are you doing?" Achirobe handed the beasts hanging on the scabbard to the Bull Demon King and pointed to the people gathered over there. From time to time, they heard low voices of surprise. Phew, it’s like gathering a crowd to take drugs... The Bull Demon King chuckled and said, "You don’t know? The World’s No. 1 Martial Arts Club is starting again today, and they are watching the broadcast!"

The best martial arts club in the world?

Yaqi Luobei has heard of this, which is obviously nonsense. There are very few people on earth today who have not heard of this large-scale event that lasts for a hundred years. But he had never been interested in it before, because he was not a martial artist, he was just a swordsman. But suddenly, Akilob's ears twitched.

He heard a familiar girl's voice in the crowd.

"It's Qiqi...Qiqi is watching this too? Uh...she also likes the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club?" Akirobe, who originally didn't want to join in the fun, accidentally walked over with a knife on his shoulder. The crowd was crowded, and finally I managed to see, at the front of the crowd, the innocent little girl doing something to give Shui Lingling on a small stool. This was none other than Qiqi, the only daughter of the owner of the restaurant, the Bull Demon King.

Achilobe blinked and narrowed his eyes, scratched his chubby face again, was silent for a while, and then turned his gaze to the TV screen that everyone was staring at.

Two martial artists were fighting fiercely. One of them was a young man with messy black hair.

"Yamucha? His hair and name are somewhat similar to my uncle..." Yaqi Luobei curled his lips. Although the two guys in the picture were going back and forth, especially the young man named Yamcha, His claws danced like a lone wolf in the desert, very ferocious, but Aqilobe didn't look down upon him. He could kill it with just one knife at this level.

He was fully confident that even if he didn't pull out the Wuxian Sword, he would just use his usual iron sword. The moment the opponent attacked, he could draw the sword, cut it out, sheath it, and let the opponent attack at a speed that the opponent had no time to react. I will never die with my eyes in peace.

Therefore, Aqiluo Bei is not interested in martial arts or martial arts. If he has that skill, he would rather wield the sword a hundred times more and communicate with Wu Xian Dao more.

but……

I looked at the little girl again, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Her big eyes were watery, and seemed to hide the most beautiful stars in the night. The little girl sat in front of the TV carefree, occupying Holding the remote control, not letting others change the broadcast of other competition areas, just watching the picture of the Western Capital Division, as if waiting for something, with expectation hidden in her beautiful eyes.

Achilobe scratched his fat face again, suddenly froze, put his hand down, muttered a few words, and looked at the TV screen again.

In the picture, a boy with a monkey tail jumped easily to the ring. When he landed, he was silent, motionless and very light. And his opponent is a young man wearing a white martial arts uniform...it is none other than the champion of the last martial arts tournament, Iriura of the Bushen style!

"We meet again... Sun Wukong." Five years later, Yilipu is more mature and stable, and even stronger.

"You are stronger!" Fighting spirit and excitement appeared in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he smiled sincerely, "Hehe... It's great that I can meet you so soon!"

"Aren't you afraid of being defeated by me again?" Yilipu asked with a smile.

"No, I am stronger than you now!" Sun Wukong's tone was filled with natural confidence, as solid as a rock.

Yaqiluobei was a little surprised when he saw the two people fighting together on the ring. He seemed to think that Sun Wukong looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before... But inexplicably, he was attracted by this wonderful scene. The duel was attracted, and excited shouts and shouts rang out from time to time in the restaurant. Even the little girl Qiqi was so excited that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining.

"Come on! Sun Wukong!" Qiqi whispered, a little reserved, but still very excited.

Akilobei put one hand on the handle of the martial arts sword at his waist, hesitating for a moment. Should he practice martial arts... or not?