The Strongest Legend of Dragon Ball

Since Ke Lin won two consecutive championships in the 24th and 25th World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan have never participated in such competitions because of the sensational effect caused by the Shalu game later. This is a pity for the host who has always hoped to host high-level competitions.

So when seeing Xi Ya and the others, the blonde host eagerly hoped that they could participate in the competition.

"We will not participate in the competition this time, only La Zili has signed up." Xia Ya politely declined.

The blond host froze for a while, and then reacted: "It's the same, it's my honor that this young lady can participate." Then the blond host leaned down and whispered, "But then please ask Miss Lazili to be merciful. , try to slow down a bit. Well, looks like I'll have to get a high-speed camera ready."

Looking at the other party's muttering, Blonde Lanqi was directly unhappy.

"Hey, are you finished?"

"Hey, Miss Lanqi, I can understand that Mr. Xia and the others don't participate in the competition, but why don't you participate? You must know that you are still the champion of the 22nd Martial Arts Club!"

"No interest!" Blonde Lanqi pouted. She was awarded the title of champion because she was better than Sun Wukong and the others. Now she is participating in the competition on the 18th. Isn't she looking for abuse at this time?

Blonde Lanqi has always been aware of current affairs and will not wrong herself.

"That's really a pity, a few of you finally came to Earth once, why don't I take you to visit the venue of the Martial Arts Club!" The blonde host volunteered to propose.

Xia Ya accepted it with pleasure, and then, under the leadership of the blonde host, visited the brand-new Jingwu Hall, the Martial Arts Temple, and the arena of the competition, which had all expanded a lot. With the guidance of the insiders, Char and the others saved a lot of time when they entered the venue, and when the blond host left, they specially arranged a separate viewing room for Char and the others.

Those independent rooms are located in the best view of the martial arts field, and have always been prepared for special guests.

"This host is responsible!" Myers blinked after the host left.

"His love for the martial arts club is admirable, and he is one of the few people who can stand his ground. If it wasn't for his poor kung fu, I would really like to get him to Hongshan Star and let him preside over Hongshan. Star game!"

There was a hint of approval in Xia Ya's eyes.

In the entire Dragon Ball story,

In addition to the main protagonist, the one who impressed him the most was the blonde host. He has been sticking to the post of the host of the martial arts meeting. Even in the 23rd martial arts meeting in the original book, when all the audience and staff fled in a hurry because of the battle between Sun Wukong and Piccolo, only the host insisted on not running away. Leave until the announcement of the results of the match.

He almost accompanied the growth of Sun Wukong and the others, and he was one of the few people in the story who had a clear understanding of the truth.

For such a dedicated person, it is difficult for Char Ya not to have a good impression of him.

After a bit of emotion, Xiaya looked at the time, and took Xiling, Myers and others to the hotel to book a few rooms. The number plate on the 18th was 3158, and she would not be able to get her in a short time.

the next day.

The crowd in Yakilobe grew, and there was a screeching sound of a car screeching to the brakes.

An extended version of the car was parked at the entrance of the hotel. Satan with an exploding head jumped out of the car with a black-haired girl, and the photographers’ magnesium-stripe flashes immediately lit up around him.

"It's the champion of the last martial arts club, Mr. Satan."

"Mr. Satan has participated in the Sharu game."

"He has contributed to the survival of mankind."

"Does Mr. Satan have the confidence to win the championship of this conference!"

The reporters followed in Satan's footsteps and handed over the microphone. Satan laughed and gave the reporters an OK gesture with confidence. Compared with the embroidered pillow in the original book, Satan at this time is really full of confidence.

"Wow, Mr. Satan is so confident."

"As expected of a human hero!"

"Are you competing with your daughter this time?"

Loud voices sounded under the hotel, No. 18 opened the shutters, looked at the scene below, and snorted expressionlessly. She had a relationship with this Satan when she was in the Sharu game, and she was considered a good kung fu among Earth people, but if it was said that she won the championship of this conference, it would not be enough.

Satan laughed loudly, and took Bidili to the hotel elevator in high spirits.

on the corridor.

"Dad, when are you taking me to see Mr. Yakilobe?" Bidley asked impatiently.

Satan smiled dryly, touched his head and said, "Soon, when the martial arts meeting is over, Dad will take you there."

"All right!"

Bidili nodded, then clenched her fists energetically to cheer herself up.

At this time, they met No. 18 and Lan Qi, the blonde, who were walking towards them. When passing by them, Satan was dumbfounded. Looking at the figures of No. 18 and Lan Qi, Satan rubbed himself. s eyes.

"Hey, that woman with shorter hair, I seem to have seen it when Shalu was playing, and the one with long hair next to her, who seems to be the champion of the 22nd Martial Arts Club, why are they here? Are they here too? Participating in the martial arts club?" Satan suddenly felt that his championship position was not very secure.

Seeing that his father's expression changed, Bi Dili asked, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright!" Satan replied absent-mindedly, and Bidili showed a puzzled look, and the excitement quickly faded these doubts.

Satan began to feel uneasy in his heart.

"Even if it's really that person, the other party didn't have any outstanding performances in Sharu's game. The kung fu shouldn't be very good, right? It should be..." Such self-comforting, but still uneasy in my heart.

...

"Lazili, that person just now seemed a little familiar, do you know him?" Blonde Lan Qi asked No. 18. That person just now had a stronger qi than the average Earthling, with about 400 combat power.

"A self-righteous little man."

No. 18's expression was a little cold, and the blonde Lan Qi nodded "um", but she didn't take Satan to heart.

...

The preliminaries for the Martial Arts Club started soon. In the arenas scattered all over the place, tens of thousands of contestants were eager to try. With the sound of the gong, the preliminaries officially started.

Because it's an extra screening match, no spectators will be able to see them play.

"Bang!" With a loud crash, a strong man with a body of more than two meters fell to the ground, while his opponent was a delicate blonde woman.

"Let's report the results!" No. 18 said coldly.

"Oh, oh!" The staff in charge of recording was stunned for a moment, and then quickly shouted: "Lasiri player No. 3158 defeated seven players and successfully won the place in the martial arts hall."

After hearing the results on the 18th, he shook his hair, turned around and jumped off the ring.

On the other side, Satan, who punched his opponent back, turned his head to look at No. 18, his brows furrowed: "She is also a contestant, it's troublesome, I hope I won't meet you in the arena of Jingwu Pavilion. she."

The blonde host stood aside and watched happily, writing down the names of the people he was particularly concerned about in his notebook.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the far side of the ring, and the blond host immediately ran over when he saw it, but saw a black-haired girl of thirteen or fourteen years old standing in front of a fainted contestant and saluting.

"This little girl is so powerful, she stunned her opponent with one blow."

"The other party is a senior student of the martial arts hall!"

"Bidi Li No. 6751!" The blond host made a note in his notebook, "Although it's not as stunning as the Wukong player at a young age, it's also very rare."

The pre-selection screening in full swing continued until two days later, there were only 256 more than 10,000 registered players. Next, these 256 players will enter the open-air arena of the Jingwu Pavilion to decide the final eight in front of tens of thousands of spectators.