"There aren't many powerful sects in this place, although it's a little better than nothing, but it's just a little better, it's a pity that in this place, the head of the Chengguan doesn't want to fight with me, it's a little regrettable." Wukong felt something out of his hand, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the bustling city outside the window in front of him, and a smile appeared on Goku's face.

"I'm back in the city, so I can't be as casual as in the deep forest, so let's tidy it up." Wukong looked at the xenomorph tiger that had been tortured by various machines and cleaned up the unclean things on his body, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, and then he devoted his mind to the Buddhist scriptures that his teacher had finally copied in front of him.

In all these years, Wukong has never looked at the things in front of him, as if in Wukong's eyes, these things are not attractive, but today, Wukong still chooses to open the last treasure left by his master, to feel what is in the scriptures that his teacher dragged his sick body to copy.

"Teacher, what did you see that will pass down this scripture?"

Wukong looked at the first few words, and his face showed a strange look, but for his teacher, even if it is Wukong now, there is no way to guess it, but since he can't guess it, then, Wukong chose to squint his eyes and put his spirit into the book in his hand.

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"It's too weak, it's too weak, it's too weak, Blade Tooth, your fist is too light, too light, it doesn't make me feel any weight at all, push harder, push harder." Looking at the little guy in front of him who had just experienced a little exercise and began to breathe disorderly, Yujiro raised his head slightly and narrowed his gaze, Yujiro became more and more dissatisfied with the performance of this little guy during this time, and even this man began to wonder if the man in front of him had inherited his bloodline, but it was true that the little ghost in front of him had inherited his own bloodline, but the flowing blood of Fan Ma in this guy's body was still asleep, no, It should be said that it is frozen, more terrifying than sleeping, and there is still a little hope of awakening from sleep, but the body of this little ghost in front of him, his muscles, and his eyes, tell Yujiro that this little ghost does not have any strength to wake up the sleeping demon in his body with his own body and his fanatical desire to fight, and even let the demon wake up from the ice for a while, and it is not a realistic thing to break the ice.

"You really inherited my blood?!"

Yujiro looked at the man in front of him and took a deep breath, although I have to say that even Yujiro, who suppressed the irritability in his heart, was still terrifying, but compared to the previous appearance of the evil ghost, this was enough, this was enough. It's still so oppressive, but at least it can make the little ghost in front of him breathe.

"Blade Fang, you are not enough now, you have not grown enough."

Looking at such a strong body, compared to his peers, Fan Ma has an unknown number of scars on his body, and he has an unknown number of muscles, but even that kind of muscle, in the eyes of Yujiro, is a chicken corrugated, just a light punch, the little ghost in front of him will die, but, this little ghost is his own child, although Yujiro is also ruthless, but, after all, he has not yet reached this realm, if he does not kill his own child in battle, For Yujiro, it's a little sad, after all, it's also the stinky boy who invested in his emotions and raised him to the present.

"Little ghost, your body, during that time in the United States, slackened, I can feel a third more fat in your body than usual, although you are still in the growth stage, it doesn't matter if you have a little more, but don't come to me to fight when you haven't realized the gap between you and me, because, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."

Yujiro touched his hair and left decisively.

At this time, Yujiro was about to be occupied by the desire to fight in his body, but now, in this place, no one could fight with him, no, there was one.

Yujiro's eyes flashed with joy.

In this world, Yujiro would never watch those so-called sports competitions, because the fighters who grew up in that place can only be called athletes, not fighters like himself and the man he was going to find this time. Those athletes may have scars on their bodies, but their so-called scars are not caused by fighting, they appear when they are training, and in the body of soldiers, everything in life will be polished by them into something that exercises themselves, including the thoughts that belong to him that the man bears.

However, the purity of that man, in addition to himself, no, it should be said that including Yujiro himself, that guy may be comparable, and the man who carried out his will to the end, although sometimes he is a fool, Hanayama smoked.

Yujiro began to recall what he felt when he once fought with that guy, although it was only when he was ten years old and fought with that guy, and after that, almost every time they met, they would have a fight, but, I have to say, at such an age, this guy's strength, that pure physical power, is still growing, although it can't be compared with Oliba, but, that guy is relative to Oliba's unscrupulous guy, That guy has more in his fist than Oliba to look forward to.

After all, that guy is an underworld leader, who never advocates swordsmanship, and only chooses to use his fists to suppress everything, always with a cold face, but he is covered with countless scars on his body, and the tattoos on his back are messed up, but in his eyes, he is just right, and the underworld leader perfectly meets the wishes in his heart.