The name of the world's No. 1 martial arts conference is domineering, the actual impact is not very large, and the event is extremely simple, and the first is the qualifiers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Soon the qualifiers began.

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

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

The presiding monk in the competition hall is making a pre-game speech, and all the places with windows outside the competition hall have been occupied by reporters, because of the rules, only contestants can enter the competition hall.

"Here, I've found the god of song!" suddenly screamed with excitement.

"What's the name of the ghost!" Boomer turned his head and yelled at the screaming reporter not far away, and was suddenly stunned, the god of songs? He said that he found the god of songs, could it ......

At this time, Boomer was stepping on the shoulder of the oolong and leaning on the window to look in, wanting to watch the game of Yamucha, but at this time, heaven and man were at war in his mind.

"I heard that reporter said that he found the god of songs, isn't it that Sun Wuben really participated in the martial arts competition, that guy should be a good student who reads well, and he actually practiced martial arts, oh my God, what kind of person is this!

"But ......"

"Boomer, am I watching Yamucha's game, or watching Sun Wuben's game? Yamucha is the first handsome in the world, Sun Wuben is also so strange, nerve-wracking, well, it's decided, both of them, if that Sun Wuben is not as handsome as the legend, just watch Yamucha's game. Boomer made a decision, but his eyes searched the arena but could not find the shadow of Sun Wuben.

"Oops, this competition hall is the prince, if Sun Wuben is also inside, it should be over there, not Yamucha and Sun Wukong. Boomer was embarrassed again.

……

The draw soon began in the competition hall.

"Is that you on the 12th?"

"What, you are my opponent No. 11? Seeing that you are thin, I am afraid that you will not be able to withstand Lao Tzu's punch, and it is better to surrender as soon as possible. ”

"Just say this to you, I must beat your mother so much that you don't even know it!"

The whole atmosphere began to become intense, and at the No. 1 station, Kling also drew his own number, and his face collapsed at the No. 1 station.

"It's a ring with Goku, I'm most afraid of fighting Goku, what can I do?" Clint winced, his face worried.

Sun Wukong looked casual, and said to Klin: "Klin, when you wait for the next competition, you must be light, don't use too much force." ”

"Huh?" Kling was almost stunned, he was doubting whether he could win the first game, and Sun Wukong actually asked him to take it easy.

"I feel that these people are all so weak, and they are not as strong as that Monkey King. Sun Wukong also said with some doubts, "They are so weak, if you start too hard, it's not good." ”

"Are you...... Say you're afraid I'll hurt someone by mistake?" Clint almost jumped, "Goku, when are you going to tell jokes?"

"In short, you have to fight lightly. Wukong still said, at this moment-

"Smack!"

A large hand slammed into Klin's bald head, a tall, thin monk with a wicked smile on his face.

"Isn't this Klin?" said the tall and thin monk grinning as he slapped Klin's head hard.

"Division...... Division...... Senior Brother ......" Klin's body trembled, Klin was born in the Dolin Temple, which is famous for his martial arts, and he was often bullied by those senior brothers when he was in the temple, and he already had a shadow, and now when he saw this senior brother again, he was reflexively afraid.

"Who is he?" Sun Wukong said curiously on the side, and frowned again, "Klin, what are you afraid of?" Although Sun Wukong didn't know that with Klin's current ability, he could defeat this tall and thin monk with one finger, but he also felt that the other party was far less strong than Klin, so he naturally didn't understand what Klin was afraid of.

"I used to live in the temple when I was a teacher...... Senior brother, very strong. Clint shuddered.

The tall and thin monk laughed and patted Klin: "Klin, you have escaped from the Dolin Temple for more than seven months, it turned out that you hid outside to secretly practice martial arts, and dared to come to participate in the martial arts conference, you have grown a lot of courage, how many numbers, huh? No. 121, great, senior brother, I am No. 122, we will be right in the first game, let senior brother see how much you have grown in the past seven months." ”

The tall and thin monk was so excited, Klin's garbage was actually his opponent in the first game, so wasn't that a point given to him. The monks next to him, who were also from Duolin Temple, also looked at the tall and thin monk with envy.

The tall and thin monk slapped Klin's bald head a few more times, and then Klint bared his teeth in pain before laughing and leaving.

"Damn!" Sun Wukong muttered, "Klin, don't leave your hands for a while, and teach this hateful person a hard lesson." ”

"What kind of bastard are you talking about, that person is the number one master of Dolin Temple!" Klin jumped up, and then looked dejected, "Oh no, no, I will definitely be beaten badly this time, why am I so unlucky, I thought that I wouldn't have to be bullied by them if I escaped from Dolin Temple, but I didn't expect to meet them......"

"Klin, yes. A gentle voice rang out.

"Are you ......" Kling looked up at the young man who walked over leisurely, this young man was very sunny and handsome, which made people feel good at a glance, but this person Kling didn't know, but soon Kling saw the big words 'Enlightenment' written on the chest of his white T-shirt.

"Sun ...... Monkey King...... God of Song?" Kling wondered.

"It's you, big brother!" Sun Wukong shouted, "My name is Sun Wukong, Klin, you see, I said that big brother is here to participate in the martial arts conference!"

"Sun Wukong, you are much stronger than Klin, call me Wuben. Sun Wuben smiled and looked at Klin again, "Klin, not only are you not as good as Wukong, but your vision and courage are also far behind, that monk of Dolin Temple, you don't need to be afraid of him at all." ”

"Yes...... But he is the number one master of Dolin Temple, and you have never seen his terrible. Kling said incredulously.

"I'll just say that your vision is not as good as Wukong, what if the monk is the number one master of the Duolin Temple, what if you are still afraid of him now? Klin, you have to believe in yourself, now you, tie your hands, and use your tongue to torture that guy to death. Sun Wuben shook his head as he spoke, turned around and walked into the distance, "An elephant is actually afraid of an ant, it's really speechless." ”

"Haha. A loud laugh sounded, and I saw a black-haired strong man in his thirties and forties pointing at Sun Wuben and laughing wildly, "You kid said that that little kid can torture the first master of Dolin Temple with his tongue, laughing to death, it's so funny......!

Sun Wuben frowned, this Ma Xuan laughed so loudly, everyone heard it around, and many people pointed and laughed at it, and the monks of the Duolin Temple were even more laughing and leaning forwards and backwards, holding their stomachs and screaming that their stomachs hurt. After all, these martial arts practitioners are not as able to feel the qi of others as the later Z warriors, so they naturally don't know that Klin's martial arts level is far from being beyond the reach of these people.

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

"Hey, God of Songs, it's better for you to sing, you sing well, but martial arts is not something you can play. Ma Xuan shouted, Sun Wu didn't pay attention to it at all, and at this time, an old man with a white beard and white hair stood in front of Sun Wu himself.

"Nice lad. ”

"Old man, what's the matter?" Sun Wuben became vigilant, according to the original plot of this martial arts conference, the turtle immortal had disguised himself as Jackie Chan to participate in the martial arts conference, and the turtle immortal Yi Cheng was an old man with white hair and a white beard wearing a Tang costume.

The old man in front of him is similar to the plot in terms of appearance and clothing.

"How do you know that those two little ghosts are very strong and can defeat the number one master of Dolin Temple with their tongues?" The turtle immortal asked with a smile behind his back, Sun Wukong and Klin were his disciples, and he, the 'god of martial arts', naturally understood how strong these two disciples were, strong enough to easily sweep the entire martial arts conference, but how could others know.

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

"Such two small dolls, without earth-shattering skills, how dare they come to this martial arts conference where the dragon and the tiger are hidden?" Sun Wuben smiled, winked at the turtle immortal, and said with a point, "Old man, you are old, you dare to come to this martial arts conference, with this confidence, I am afraid that you are also a master among the masters, and the people of Duolin Temple who sell their reputation and reputation are afraid that they will not be able to stop the old man's three fists and two feet." ”

The turtle immortal's mouth jumped, his level had already reached an incredible realm, not to mention the first master of the Duolin Temple, even the entire Duolin Temple together was not enough for him to be bombarded by the turtle immortal.

The expression on the face of the turtle immortal remained unchanged: "Young man, what do you want to say?" My old man's ability 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 naturally be easy......" Sun Wuben said with a smile, at this moment-

"Players No. 100 and No. 101, please come to the stage. ”

"Old man, it's me, I'm number 100. Sun Wu Benlian said, bypassing the turtle immortal and walking towards the ring in the distance.

"This kid, do you really see that I, Wukong, and Kling have reached another level, but this is impossible, even the gods and Karin immortals can't see a person's combat power without fighting, is it really as he said?" The turtle immortal looked at Sun Wuben's back full of doubts.

"I don't know how this kid's martial arts cultivation is?" the turtle immortal suddenly became interested.