Goku opened the book in front of him again, picked up his pen, and continued to write what he hadn't finished writing on the book that represented killing. When writing these things, Wukong is not only sorting out his spiritual knowledge, but also integrating all the anger and murderous energy that he has been born in his years of practice into this book, no, it should be said that he strips the murderous energy from his own body, and reduces the lethality to the lowest level from the spiritual level, however, this does not affect Wukong's practice of follow-up boxing, because these two boxing methods are Wukong's own summary of the purity of his own birth to the point that it can no longer be pure.

However, I don't know why, when Goku is writing his own things, Goku always feels that someone is watching him, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Wukong looked at his own book, which was already full of his own handwriting, and a smile appeared on his face, and after drying it, Wukong stuffed the two books into his arms and walked to a corner for today's evening class.

Wukong has come out of the life of a monk, but sometimes, the habits forged by decades of life will not be easily changed, and Wukong is not willing to change, even if he has become a layman, no longer a monk, Wukong is not willing to forget everything he has experienced in the temple in the past, so, at this time, Wukong chooses to keep the life he has recorded, those small imprints of life imprinted on his body, although under the long deduction of time, I don't know how many habits will be forgotten because of the indifference of the birth of time, but, for now, at least for now, Goku can guarantee that he can always maintain such a habit.

And just when Goku knocked on his wooden fish, on the other side of the continent, in the free and powerful country of the United States, Yujiro was bored supporting his body, looking at the guy who swore to him in front of him, a little bored, so, at this time, Yujiro hit a hatchet.

However, in front of Yujiro, the person who was solemnly swearing was covered in sweat, because he knew that in the middle of the battle, this person had defeated all the proud teams in the United States, defeated the soldiers, destroyed the weapons, destroyed the weapons, and everything that was strong in his eyes was destroyed by him, and it was not because he wanted to eat a little now, and he was a belligerent and crazy guy on the spiritual level, but such a guy had the quality that no one in the world could defeat, This man is known as the Wrist Strength Family, the strongest man in the world, Yujiro Vanma.

"Well, now that the oath is over, it's time for me to go, after all, this place is too boring, even if I'm on vacation." Yujiro Van Ma put on his sunglasses and walked towards the door.

"President, I'm leaving."

"MR, Fan Ma, let's go." The burly body of Yujiro Fan Ma pushed open the door, and under the gaze of a group of soldiers, he walked leisurely towards the outside. I don't know how many times the soldiers tried to raise their guns and shoot the monster in front of them, but just as they thought about it, their bodies were telling them that it was better not to do it, because the consequence of doing so would be that your life was no longer yours.

A man stronger than these soldiers, hanging a cigar, appeared in front of Yujiro Vama and saluted him.

"MR Van Ma, where are you going now?"

"I'm going to see my son, and I don't know what my stupid son has grown up to now, even though the little guy is only a year old now." Fan Ma Yujiro is recalling that little meat ball, but also a little helpless, once he was so powerless, it's really a very bad memory, it's just that this little guy, the bloodline inherited from the body, has not seen the trend of awakening yet, although this guy may inherit his own body structure, but, if the bloodline has not been stimulated, has not awakened, this little guy is not qualified to undertake the task given to him as Fan Ma Yongjiro, and play well with his father, no, It should be said that satisfying his father's fanatical desire to fight, and allowing his warlike father to calmly retire from the strongest position in the world.

However, now, it seems that his child has not grown up, even if Jiang Zhu has given this child the best environment. I don't know where the mistake went wrong, but it's no longer Yujiro's concern, after all, Yujiro is not very hungry now, and he's still on vacation.

"Okay, I'll get you a plane right away."

Watching that person disappear from his sight, after Yujiro walked out of the White House, he turned over on the roof of the White House, looked at the American flag that was taller than himself, and did not show any angry look on his face, but at this height, quietly looking at this American land, and not far from this place, he also fought with those elite soldiers, but those soldiers were defeated, but, to a great extent, Yujiro's appetite was satisfied, but, In the end, the United States threw itself into the country, and Van Ma Yongjiro's newly rising desire to be an enemy of the country disappeared, like a plate of delicious dishes that had cooled down, and he had no appetite.

Over the years, in the year of the birth of his child, Yujiro Fan Ma wore a single coat and shuttled freely to any corner of the world, whether it was a rainforest, a wilderness, a rainforest, a grassland, a swamp, or a variety of strange terrains, in the midst of countless fierce beasts and poisonous insects, Yujiro's body took them as his bait, fully grew up, and began to become stronger, and it was because of such things that Yujiro found out, There is no place I haven't been to except for the mysterious China, but in that place, at least for now, Fan Ma Yongjiro is not allowed to approach, as if waiting for some opportunity.

Yujiro was a little unable to wait, but since his feelings told him that he still needed to wait for a while, Yujiro calmed down and quietly waited for that time to come, but Fan Ma Yujiro didn't know that the time he had been waiting for would be so long, it would be more than ten years.