"Master Muyang, you... hello..." Klin stammered, with excitement on his face. He never thought that one day he would be able to meet the legendary god of martial arts.
"Well, watch the game carefully. You can try to learn how to sense the breath. This is the training content of the temple."
A pair of eyes as bright as stars glanced at Klin and the others. Mu Yang smiled slightly and turned his attention to the competition in the ring again.
Klin and others are now considered fledgling, but they are far from reaching the point where he can pay attention to them.
"Yes." Klin immediately straightened his body and responded excitedly.
The God of Martial Arts was going to give them guidance. How could he miss such a good opportunity.
Klin's eyes widened and he watched Sun Wukong and Lan Qi's movements very seriously. Even if his eyesight couldn't keep up, he kept his eyes on the ring and sensed the breath. But Klin's strength is indeed a bit inferior. Except for a few blurry images, Sun Wukong and his companions' movements can't be clearly seen clearly.
Compared with Klin's difficulty, the reactions of Tianjin Fan, Yaqi Luobei, and Leping were much easier. They could vaguely sense Sun Wukong's movements, which opened a new door for their martial arts practice. As Mu Yang said, the induction of breath is a practice that is only available in temples.
"Dad..." A soft body rushed directly towards Mu Yang, and Mu Yang easily picked her up and held her in his arms. Amiya raised her head with a pair of bright eyes.
"Dad, why are you alone? Where is mom?"
Mu Yang smiled and picked up Amiya, and said: "Your mother and the others are at uncle's place. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Amiya has grown taller. Who did you come with this time?"
"Hehe, brother, La Zili, Lapis, aunt... so many people." Amiya counted them one by one with her fingers. Mu Yang listened with a smile on his face. In fact, he knew early on that Cypriel and Nick and the others are in the audience.
Holding Amiya in his arms and looking towards the auditorium, Mu Yang saw Cypriel and Nick in the crowd, and the few people standing not far from them were Kame Sennin, Bulma and Oolong. In the sky, there were Several figures were floating high, Mu Qiu was holding La Zili, and a young man next to him was carrying Lapis.
The boy was not tall but had a strong body. He was Broly.
You must know that even Lan Qi has come to participate in the martial arts meeting. As Lan Qi's follower, how could Broly not come.
Mu Yang nodded slightly towards Broly, a flash of light flashed in Broly's eyes, his body moved, and a shadow flashed before appearing in front of Mu Yang. The whole process was silent, and the audience and staff at the scene were all excited. not found.
"Father." Broly called him politely.
Mu Yang looked Broly up and down, punched him on the chest with a flash of appreciation in his eyes, "Broly, your performance outside has been very good these years, and your combat power has reached 240,000! I will participate more in the future. There are some battles between the forces of the Shepherd, so don’t follow Lan Qi around outside."
Broly showed an innocent smile: "Actually, Lan Qi is just more playful. I think these days are very interesting."
"Whatever you want, remember not to lose your effort."
In addition to not being able to transform, Broly's current strength is second to none in the universe. As long as he doesn't neglect training like Sun Wuhan in the original work and wasted his great qualifications, Mu Yang will not be able to live in daily life. will intervene.
"Master Muyang, who is this little brother?"
Tianjin Fan and Archbishop didn't know when Broly appeared. They looked towards Broly and suddenly felt a powerful pressure sweeping towards them, like a huge weight pressing down on them. Even though he was far away, there were still glistening beads of sweat on his forehead.
This is a master they could not imagine.
Tianjin Fan and others all had their pupils constricted, showing expressions of disbelief.
Although Broly did not deliberately reveal the energy in his body, the violent aura that was emitted invisibly was like the deep sea with hidden waves, which was really unbearable for Tianjin fans.
"He is my adopted son Broly, you don't need to care about him."
"It turns out he is the adopted son of the Lord... he is too strong." Tianjin Fan's face turned pale, and he was intimidated by Broly's power. This boy looked a few years younger than himself, but his strength was frightening.
Even the two people competing in the ring at this time may not be as powerful as him!
For some reason, Tianjin Fan suddenly compared Sun Wukong, Lan Qi and Broly, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in his heart. It turned out that he was not the best among young people, there were many people who were stronger than him, but Tianjin Fan's expression soon became resolute and he regained his confidence.
On the side, Leping watched with some confusion. His feet were trembling, and he was already oppressed by the powerful aura exuded by Broly. Compared with them, he was really far behind.
"Master Muyang's adopted son is about the same age as Sun Wukong, but his power is far beyond that of the rest of us. This is the result of the guidance of an expert."
Leping frowned. Teacher Firth once said that the God of Martial Arts is the best martial artist on earth. If you can get his guidance... then he shook his head and gave up this unrealistic idea.
Mu Yang, the god of martial arts, rarely accepts disciples. The only recorded one is a female disciple, and that female disciple is now the god of the earth.
"I don't ask to become Master Muyang's disciple. As long as I can get personal guidance from the God, I may be able to surpass them." Leping suddenly felt a strong desire in his heart. His next step was to climb the temple and get guidance from the God. Only in this way can he have the possibility to go further.
Mu Yang saw the changes in the faces of several people and nodded lightly.
"Oh, the game above is about to end." His eyes turned to the game, Mu Yang raised the corner of his mouth and showed a smile.
Aqi Luobei, Tianjin Fan and others all came back from their thoughts.
In the ring, the battle between Sun Wukong and Lan Qi has come to an end. In fact, Sun Wukong's current strength is not even a match for Lan Qi.
Perhaps because of Ji Nei's instructions, Lan Qi controlled the strength of her attack very well, which could give Sun Wukong a certain training without actually hurting him.
"Lan Qi, just use my last move as the decisive blow!"
Sun Wukong stood on the bumpy martial arts arena. There were almost no complete stone slabs in the huge field, and there were winding cracks everywhere.
Lan Qi's face was filled with a sneer, and she flipped her golden hair, her green eyes shining brightly, "I stand still and let you beat me. If you can hurt a hair on my head, you win!"
"Stop looking down on me."
Sun Wukong roared stubbornly, suddenly tapped his feet, and quickly jumped to an altitude of tens of meters. Suddenly, a strong pressure emerged from Sun Wukong.
He raised his hands high and then brought them together, ready to unleash the most powerful move.
In the audience, Turtle Immortal adjusted his sunglasses and watched Sun Wukong's movements, thinking to himself: "Is Wukong going to release the Turtle Qigong? But with the energy nature of the Turtle Qigong, I'm afraid it won't be able to hurt the opponent."
The next second, Turtle Immortal took a very solemn breath when he saw Sun Wukong, gathered his hands, and closed the fingers of both hands to form a triangle, and the violent energy was compressed between the small palms.
"No, this is not Turtle Style Qigong."
Watching Sun Wukong's movements carefully, Kame Sennin showed disbelief on his face, "That move... was it taught to him by Gohan?"
(End of chapter)