No applause, no cheers. The expression of doubt in life is the best appetizer. Yamucha is very satisfied, and the feeling of shutting up all doubts is like excrement being blocked for a few days, and it is released in an instant.

"Hey, Uncle Scrapwood, is it interesting?"

Bra leaned on the wall of the entrance to the game, and asked in a slightly unhappy tone. Yamucha was in a good mood, walked over and banged on her forehead, and returned to the lounge triumphantly.

In the second game, it was Cheng Long against Nanwu. Yamucha knows better than anyone that these two people are in detail, after all, they come from the future. Nan Wu is a martial artist from a distant country in the south, and his boxing skills are amazing. However, it is definitely not Cheng Long's opponent, because this Cheng Long is a turtle immortal.

For Yamucha, if you lose once, you can't lose a second time, Cheng Long. Yamucha won once that day with Teacher Wutian, and he was full of confidence, not to mention that he was now full of firepower, and he immediately broke through 1000 combat power and a sound body. I really don't know what kind of mentality the old man turtle has to participate in the competition. With a combat power of 1000, even if Raditz, who claims to be Goku's brother, suddenly appears, it is not a problem.

It seems that Yamucha has finally waited for this day to dominate!

"Haha, who else is my opponent!"

In the separate lounge of the top eight, the heroic voice of Yamucha came. Suddenly, the door opened. A muscular, short-haired, European-looking man, with a fair face and a figure of 1.8 meters, he looks like a beautiful man at first glance.

The man stood in the doorway, put a finger to his mouth, and said:

"Shh

A wink, turned away. Seeing Ya Mu Cha inexplicably, I wondered where this person came from.

The noise outside gradually stopped, and the audience shouted Cheng Long's name loudly. As Yamucha expected, there was no suspense, unless the people of Hexian Sect came in person, Cheng Long would never lose.

The old man is probably still yearning for the admiration of young girls, maybe he can take the opportunity to rub oil, but not necessarily.

After adjusting for a while, Yamucha walked out of the lounge. Bra was still on the wall, watching the game intently. The main reason is that Bula is too young, and only adults are allowed to participate in the first conference in the world. Fortunately, otherwise, Yamucha really didn't know what kind of joke she would become if she was defeated.

In other words, Bulma must have come to watch the conference today, and I don't know if they were fascinated by their handsomeness. In the stands, Bulma sneezed, and then indecently cared for Yamucha.

Pretending to be too forced, which is not what Bulma likes.

However, in the next second, Bulma was only drooling in her greed, and she couldn't tell where she stood at all. The handsome Peugeot guy who had just visited Yamucha appeared against Klin.

"What's there to see, how can the vase man beat Clint."

Yamucha walked up to Bula and said disdainfully. It's just that Bra actually looked at the ring directly. When I got closer, it was really drooling.

What a good gene.

"Here's Clint vs. Mr. Blue!"

After the host read it, the battle officially began. Although Klin's combat effectiveness is a little worse than Wukong's, in Yamucha's opinion, it is no longer a grade compared to ordinary people. In this way, Cheng Long's opponent is Klin, and Yamucha's opponent is... Looking around, Wukong was also lying on the wall, looking at the arena seriously. No, no, why hasn't Goku's opponent ever appeared? Not at all impressed.

Forget it, if that's right, it should be against Goku by himself in the end. Really, isn't this martial arts conference just for my Yamucha?

The battle was still quite fierce, which surprised Yamucha. Klin's attack was strong as soon as he came up, and for Klin, who was already able to use the afterimage punch, the speed was already very fast. However, punch after punch, as powerful as a cow, was all taken over by the one named blue. Moreover, in Yamucha's opinion, Blue Hip-Hop's expression is completely enjoying, and he can't see that he is serious at all.

Pretending to be calm, or is it unfathomable?

As minutes passed, Klin's strength gradually began to decline, and Blue was obviously sweating, but compared to Klin, it seemed that his physical strength was at the top. I really didn't expect to see such a strong person in this place.

In the audience, Bulma finally woke up from her spring dream, and began to cheer for Klint with Poole and Gentle Rankie, who had just returned.

Clint snorted, and his speed instantly became faster again, flying towards the blue with dozens of punches. thought that even if he couldn't hit him, he would be able to leave a mark on him that he would never forget in his life. But the reality shows that many people are naïve, and Clint rushed to him, and suddenly it broke off and stopped in the air completely unable to move.

The power in Klin's hand was struggling with all his might, but Blue seemed to see through everything, and kicked it with a flying leg, and Klin, who couldn't move, looked at him with contempt, as if to say:

"Die, trash."

Moving, moving, no matter how the will calls, Klin's body is like someone else's, and he can't control it at all. One of Blue's knives slashed at the back of his neck, and the outcome was about to be decided.

Suddenly, Blue felt the golden light flickering, as if he had received a sun punch, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with one hand, and his move was deformed. Under the light, it was actually Klin's bald head, the angle was just the same as the sun's rays, shining like a light bulb! With a blinding light, Blue closed his eyes and let his instincts command.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Klin's whole body was relieved, and he retreated...

"Boom!"

Kling staggered, his head hit a hundredfold, a red streak. Blue felt a deep mistake, but with this kind of luck, it should be regarded as stepping on shit, this hand knife contains energy, and if you don't die, you will faint.

"Boom!" Clint fell, blurred vision, blue ghosting, floating around.

"Klin, stand up!"

Goku is in solidarity from afar. The audience also seemed to be expecting what was happening, quietly, holding their breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dizzy..."

Blue stabilized his breath at this moment, looked at Clint who fell to the ground, laughed slowly, and called:

"I'm General Blue of the Red Ribbon Legion, you scumbags! How can it be compared to the Red Ribbon Legion! ”

Consternation. Yamucha felt a little cool, and I didn't expect that the Red Ribbon Legion would also send people to participate in the competition. So, I'm afraid their intentions are not only this, what is the Red Ribbon Legion of the rich and rival country going to do!

“6，5，4…”

The host remembered the time for Klin. Motionless, Klint seemed to have a doomed outcome.

"Too weak, kill him."

Blue's whole body seemed to be flashed by lightning, and he convulsed his body and covered his head in pain. Suddenly, the host turned to look at him in surprise and stopped counting.

"Go on!"

The angry voice, under the deterrence, the host suddenly continued to shout:

“3，2…”

"Nope! I'm the champion, I'm the blue is the strongest red ribbon, kill him and I'll be disqualified, no! I refuse..."

roaring, blue seemed to be singing a one-man show on stage alone. Offstage, the audience looked at the big eyes.

“1… Clint loses consciousness and the game blue wins! ”

The host called out to the off-site medical team, and Blue's anguished face showed a smug smile, as if he felt the pain wane.

"No, host, I... I can stand up..."

Clint struggled to get up with his hands propped up.

It's just that, in an instant, a qigong wave broke through his chest, a big hole. Flying in the air, Kling couldn't believe that he had died here!

Blue's blood-red eyes returned to normal, and he looked at his outstretched hand, looking stunned and dazed...