Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

Chapter 261 Bulma's Debut

indeed.

This kind of thing.

It seems incredible.

but.

Now it is happening right before our eyes.

Of course, there is another explanation, which is that the Master is sincere and if he doesn't have money, then he doesn't have money, and he doesn't have any other crooked thoughts.

Or maybe it's laziness.

But anyway.

The purpose of accepting me as a disciple couldn't be to ask her for money, right?

"Oh, oh oh."

Bulma was stunned for a moment, and seeing that Yamcha and the others were still chatting and not paying attention to her, she quickly took out some money from her pocket and bag.

Hand it to Zhang Hai.

And Zhang Hai.

After getting the money.

Naturally and unsurprisingly, it was handed to the official registration officer.

Everything is done.

Also at this time.

Hermit Crane and his two disciples have also left.

"call out!"

There was a sound of rapid running!

A short man wearing animal skins came running from a distance!

"Goku, Goku is here!"

"Great, just a little bit more!"

"Goku, you, you swam here from the other side of the earth!?"

After chatting with little Goku for a while, Master Roshi and the others successfully helped Goku register, and then everyone suggested having a good meal! !

just.

Master Roshi is feeling a little miserable.

He looked through his wallet and it seemed that there weren't many hairstyles. Considering the appetite of this group of people, especially Wukong, he felt a little embarrassed.

But anyway.

Still went.

Bulma followed suit.

However, when I was leaving, looking at Zhang Hai's lonely figure, I had an inexplicable feeling.

how to say.

There is a sense of rejection.

A feeling of being out of tune with this world.

Very strange.

But it was only a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hai disappeared.

"Aliens?"

"Master is."

.......

When Master Roshi and his group went out to eat, and then stayed in the hotel at night.

Zhang Hai casually walked into a forest.

He has the King's Treasury.

A space of its own.

You can go in and rest.

It's okay outside, it's okay.

However, as he walked, he suddenly discovered that in the dark night, many athletes who could not sleep were exercising frantically!

Practice boxing!

Body training!!

If you sharpen your gun before the battle, you will lose all your happiness!

It just so happened that Yamcha and Krillin were also running at night!!

"Seize the last moment?"

"I'm usually slacking off and a bit lazy, so what's the point now?"

"But they should know it in their hearts."

"Maybe he really couldn't sleep, so he came out."

"As for Goku, he's probably sound asleep."

"Single-celled organisms, people who don't think about anything, people who fall asleep as soon as they lie down, sometimes that can be a kind of happiness."

Zhang Hai sighed.

At the same time, he could understand it, and at the same time, he quite liked this kind of atmosphere, because all of this reminded him of his time in the God-Slaying World.

The guys in the elite training camp.

Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang...

"You're thinking too far ahead."

"In the future, if there's a chance, we can open up a channel between the two sides. Once things are stable, we can bring the people over there over."

"It can even be implemented once our strength is restored."

but.

It doesn't seem to do him any good?

He doesn't rule or anything.

What’s the use of having so many people?

Just to let them experience the local customs?

Forget it, let’s not think about this for now.

As time passed and it got later, more and more people finished their practice and went back to sleep.

Some people stayed up all night.

Some people even slept directly in the woods.

It seems so.

Zhang Hai is not alone.

After all, these people come from all corners of the world, bringing with them the expectations and hopes of their hometowns. In the final analysis, they are all outsiders.

To some extent, he is similar to Zhang Hai.

Thinking.

Zhang Hai also took a rest. He flew to a tree, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes for a nap.

The next day.

The scene of the World Martial Arts Conference.

The preliminaries for the martial arts competition have begun.

Players of all skin colors and even species have already started warming up. Wu Tian, ​​also known as Mr. Cheng Long on Master Roshi's deck, is also participating.

Wukong found the other party.

He lost last time, but not this time.

Similarly, Tianjin rice and dumplings are also among them and are very strong.

Bulma changed her clothes, avoided everyone she knew, and came to Zhang Hai.

"Duang!!!"

There was a knocking sound.

All the players gathered together to start the draw and preliminaries, preparing to advance to the next round of eliminations!

Fortunately.

Wukong and his group were divided into different areas.

Ever since.

Yamucha comes first.

However, the gap in strength between them and the other players is so huge that they are basically crushed.

It seems that these three years of practice have been very successful.

Next is Krillin. Even though he is facing the world wrestling champion, he can still defeat him easily. He is not at the human level at all.

Zhang Hai looked at it.

They all just shook their heads.

"It's a battle between ordinary people and gods."

"Next, it's your turn, Bulma." He looked at the girl wearing a wig beside him.

"Ah, ah, me? Is this really possible!?"

Bulma was a little flustered for a moment.

After all, I haven't received any training.

However, he still went on stage under Zhang Hai's gaze.

Her opponent.

He is a big fat man with a lot of release.

"Hey, there's a female contestant, she's got a nice figure, why does she look familiar?!"

Krillin and Yamcha noticed.

Many people have also paid attention to this.

Bulma doesn't act like a martial artist, she's very relaxed and acts like a little girl.

The fat guy opposite saw it.

He snorted, not taking it seriously at all.

"Lady first."

"Don't say I didn't let you."

He patted his round belly and signaled Bulma to come ahead and not waste time.

Bulma took a deep breath.

He took a step closer, and was about to throw a punch when suddenly the fat man's eyes, which had been squeezed into small red beans, suddenly opened wide! !

"Hey!"

"You really think I won't do anything!"

"Why do you come first if I tell you to?!"

What he did scared Bulma, but then the fat man burst into laughter again.

"Haha."

"Beauty."

"I'm just kidding, come on, come on!!"

Do this.

Bulma was also a little annoyed, so she just punched the fat man in the belly button with her little pink fist!

"boom!!"

Hit!!

A wave spread out!!

With hundreds of degrees of heat!!

The fat guy didn't care much at first, but when Bulma really hit him in the stomach, he felt a burning sensation!

Then he yelled, back off, back off.

Slid under the table.

disuse!!!

Seeing this scene, the referee was stunned. After a while, he waved the red flag on Bulma's side! Blow the whistle!

Bulma wins!!

"Ah, I, I won now!?"

She was a little dreamy and confused.

The attack just now was indeed not powerful.

But what's with that flame!?

"Is that a superpower, Dumpling?"

"I don't know." Jiaozi shook his head. He had superpowers, but he didn't seem to feel any similar fluctuations.

"So, the friction is caused by the excessive speed of the punch!?"

Tien Shinhan raised an eyebrow.

But this speed clearly seems very slow.

Interesting, interesting.

This game would not be as boring as he imagined.