readx;?“ Is it energy that makes people transform, or is it transformation that produces energy?"

Leping stretched out his hands and looked at his ruddy palms, and after a while, he unconsciously gathered a large amount of qi on his palms, glowing like the sun - this proved that this was pure qi without much divine power. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info¤八¤八¤ read ¤ book, .☆.←o (simple qi is like a ball of light like the sun, and simple divine power is as ethereal as a cloud; and the combination of the two is a beating flame)

The handle was slowly pushed out, and the qi gathered in the hand was released, causing a strong storm on the desert, and the sky was full of sand and dust in an instant.

After releasing the lump of qi in his hand, Leping suddenly lay down in a "big" shape.

"There is no doubt that this energy comes from my body...... And it's up to me to release it......"

After thinking of this, Leping's thinking couldn't continue. He felt as if he had grasped something, but he could not remember what he had grasped exactly.

From my body...... and my will......

Body...... Will......

Body...... Sincere......

Call......

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"Hey, guy, get up ......"

In the haze, Leping felt that someone was kicking his waist. Before he could understand what was happening, his body reacted - he bounced his kicker away.

Fortunately, the person who kicked himself didn't use much force, so Leping's counterattack power was not very large.

"What's going on?" Leping strained his waist and sat up, rubbing his eyes for a moment before seeing the situation clearly.

Not far away, there is an off-road vehicle, which looks quite high-end - well, in this world where flying cars have become very popular, when you say "off-road" or something, you don't actually refer to the shape, but to the weapons equipped with the car. (The world of Dragon Ball is not very peaceful, and all kinds of vehicles are generally equipped with weapons ^-^)

Leping once lived in Bulma's house for a long time and saw a variety of high-end cars. But it's never been seen before to build a car with an 82mm cannon on board and a two-gun car made of gold – the glittering color of which is certainly gold.

There were three people in the car. The driver in the front seat is not distinctive, if you have to say it, he is wearing a white shirt, a black suit, a tie, and sunglasses, which looks like a triad.

Of course, Leping didn't care about the underworld, so he only glanced at this guy and shifted his attention to the eye-catching guy in the back row.

This is a short, pot-bellied man, about thirty or forty years old, wearing an expensive white suit, delicate and clean, his hair neatly combed, his face is oily, his eyebrows are small, and his gaze reveals a kind of "impatience". Needless to say, this is a local tyrant.

There is also a child next to this local tyrant, who is also very fat, and looks a little like a big fat man, it seems that it should be father and son. The difference is that this kid is dragging a tube of snot, and most importantly, his vision is not as cloudy as his father's.

The person who kicked him was dressed like the driver, a white shirt, a black suit, a tie, and sunglasses, and since the guy had run under the car, Leping could see the shoes he was wearing—and sure enough, they were also black.

He was a little thinner than the driver. Although thin, judging from the slightly darkened skin color on the face, it has nothing to do with "weakness".

For this dress, and this body, seven or eight times out of ten, this guy and that driver are bodyguards.

"Who are you and what is the matter?"

Seeing the current situation clearly, Leping asked.

The local tyrant snorted and glanced at the thin bodyguard under the car, and the thin bodyguard had no expression on his face - because he was wearing sunglasses, Leping couldn't see it even if he had an expression - and said: "Boy, if you ask something, you can answer it well." This is Mr. Qian Duoduo, a rich man, and if he is satisfied, you will be indispensable?"

“...... What do you want to ask?"

There is no doubt that such a condescending attitude (it is said that this bodyguard has learned Leping's power, and he should not be so unsightly.) However, he couldn't understand why a person who was asleep was able to bounce himself away, plus he himself was not injured anyway, so he just thought it was a "coincidence", an "accident" - not Leping's strength anyway) It was very unpleasant, but now Leping was qualified enough to "not care" about the rudeness of these people. Adults don't remember villains, do they?

Moreover, he really didn't bother to bother with these people.

"Did you know there's an old fortune teller around here?"

"Old lady who tells fortunes, you mean Granny Crystal?" Leping frowned, a little unhappy: Granny Crystal taught herself divine powers, she was her own teacher, and these people were so rude?

"Uh...... It seems like that's the name - do you know where she is?" the bodyguard continued to be rude, scratching his head and looking at the clear sky, "It's all to blame for the storm that swept our car away for a long distance - it's weird, didn't the weather forecast say there was no wind today?"

I wanted to teach these people a lesson, but I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this. It's clear that the storm this guy is talking about is his own handiwork.

In other words, these people have already suffered for a while.

In that case, let them go.

"Go in this direction," Leping said, gesturing his hand, "and you'll see Granny Crystal's dwellings over that dune—what are you looking for her?"

"Of course it's fortune telling, otherwise what else can I do. The bodyguard replied to Leping's words nonchalantly, and then turned around and reported respectfully to the local tyrant Qian Duoduo.

After listening to the report, Qian Duoduo nodded arrogantly and pointed to the passenger seat in front of him, so the thin bodyguard got into the car.

"What do you want?" the local tyrant finally said to Leping, "Money, houses, cars, jewelry, I can give you whatever you want." ”

Leping frowned, these people don't look at themselves with a straight face, they are really uneducated.

He decided to educate the people - but before that he tried them again. △≧△≧，

"Can you take me out of this desert? I was also lost by the storm. ”

Qian Duoduo frowned, thought about it, took out a stack of tickets from his body, and threw them in front of Leping with a "snap".

"Can't you give me a ride?"

Qian Duoduo didn't even bother to speak, knocked on the driver's seat in front of him, and it seemed that he was signaling to drive, and that's it, his son made a grimace at Leping, and then laughed maliciously.

"Can't you really give me a ride?"

Leping finally asked again.

No one answered. The car started and the dust was gone.