People in Dragon Ball: Angel, you don't talk about martial arts

Do you know who I am?

I am the strongest earthling.

How dare you insult me, kid!

See how I clean up you!

"Uncle Kelin! Forget it, Saro didn't do it on purpose, I hope you don't mind." Sun Wuhan quickly persuaded, "Also, Bideli is Saro's girlfriend, not mine, Ke Uncle Lin, of course you don't like classmate Sa Luo when you say that."

"Okay, for Gohan's sake, let's forget about it." Kelin stared, "By the way, you are also a contestant, right? I hope you can pass the preliminaries smoothly."

"By the way, Bideli, you were the champion of the youth group at the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Competition last time, right?" Saro didn't respond to Kelin, but turned to ask Bidili.

Just a little ant.

If you force kisses in front of me again, I will slap you and send you flying.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Kelin's face darkened.

"Okay, Klin, let's not say a few words." Piccolo interjected.

Clint just shut up.

"Yes." Bideli nodded.

"Let's go and watch the youth group's competition later." Salo suggested.

"Okay." Bideli nodded.

"Gohan, the junior competition between Trunks and Goten is about to start, let's go and have a look first, and pass the preliminaries as soon as possible." Sun Wukong greeted.

"Yes." Sun Wuhan nodded.

After saying this, Monkey King and the other four walked away.

Seeing the back of Sun Wukong and others leaving, Bidili fell into deep thought.

"Student Gohan, are they really with you?" asked Videl.

"Yes, the one in orange is my father." Son Gohan replied.

"Your father." Bidili suddenly realized, and then pondered, "The decoration on his head is so strange, is it a halo made of pure gold?"

"This...he's dead...so there's a halo around his head," Son Gohan explained.

"What?" Bideli was stunned.

real or fake?Are you kidding me?

Bideli immediately looked at Salo, and asked him what he meant with his eyes.

"Gohan is right." Saro nodded and replied, "All dead people will have a golden halo on their heads, but those who really keep their bodies are only those who have made contributions to this world."

Bideli fell silent.

Sun Wuhan also looked at Sa Luo in surprise, but he didn't expect Sa Luo to know this kind of thing.

"Saro, don't pay attention to what Uncle Klin said just now, I apologize to you again, he really didn't mean any harm, he just made a joke." Sun Wuhan said.

"It's okay, I didn't slap him to death for your sake." Sa Luo nodded.

Son Gohan: "...."

Can you shoot Uncle Clynn?

Well, I'm used to your bragging.

After the preliminaries, after watching the match between Goten and Trunks, shall I take you to a place where no one is around, and have a good time with you?

I want you to know that I am powerful.

Monkey King and the others walked towards the ring.

Piccolo was silent all the way.

"Old Sun, you also saw that classmate of Gohan just now." Piccolo suddenly said to Sun Wukong.

"Bick, are you talking about that female classmate?" Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment and asked.

Piccolo wiped his sweat.

"Is it a woman?" Sun Wukong asked again.

Piccolo continued to wipe his sweat.

"What's wrong?" Sun Wukong asked.

"I'm talking about that male classmate named Sa Luo!" Piccolo shouted.

"It's him, let me tell you sooner." Sun Wukong was not surprised, "Pick, your temper is not very good."

Piccolo stared blankly, his chest heaving up and down with anger.

"But Piccolo, I found something wrong with what you said." Sun Wukong pondered, "There is no breath fluctuation on his body, just like artificial man No. 17 or No. 18."

"Just as long as you find out!" Piccolo took a deep breath and explained, "If my guess is correct, he taught Goten."

"Are you saying that the reason why Goten's aura is gone is because of Gohan's classmate Saro?" Sun Wukong asked.

"I'll tell you now." Piccolo said in a deep voice, "Gohan told me that when Goten was practicing, he buried his head in the ground... Anyway, practicing The way is weird."

Monkey King "..."

Sun Wukong was also silent.

"Is there such a weird way of cultivation? I have never seen it before." Sun Wukong pondered, "It seems that what I said is correct, Trunks will definitely win, right?" Vegeta interjected, and couldn't help but sigh Smile lightly.

Sun Wukong: ","

Bick "."

The two stopped talking to Vegeta.

You are everywhere!

"Old Sun, on the other side of heaven, have you ever met someone who has no breath?" Piccolo asked.

"This...no..." Sun Wukong shook his head.

"So, it's very strange." Piccolo mused.

"Let's have a look first before we talk." Sun Wukong replied.

"Old Sun, I don't know why, but I always have a bad premonition that something might happen." Piccolo said, with cold sweat rolling down his face.

"What? Do you think Son Gohan's classmate is an evil person?" Vegeta smiled lightly, "If you're worried about that, I'll go over there and kill him."

"Are you kidding? Is that guy named Sa Luo so powerful?" Kelin was startled, and his face changed slightly.

"It doesn't always feel that this World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference is a bit unusual." Piccolo said in a deep voice.

"Well, I understand, I will be careful." Monkey King nodded.

"Don't worry about it." Vegeta didn't take it seriously, "Isn't the most powerful person in this universe among us? Even if a terrible guy appears, what's the big deal?"

"I hope I'm worrying too much." Piccolo nodded slightly.

Piccolo thought about what Vegeta said, and it seemed to make sense.

Isn't the most powerful person in this universe one of us?

It should still be Gohan, right?

After all, Gohan is a genius.

Well, leave it alone.

"Let's go to watch the game, take one step at a time, and hope there won't be any problems." Monkey King smiled.

Piccolo nodded.

"Hey, don't scare me!" Kelin wiped his sweat, "I don't have a girlfriend yet."

"Haha, Klin, don't worry, nothing will happen." Sun Wukong comforted with a smile.

"That's good. At least I don't think that person named Sa Luo will be so powerful." Kelin (Qian Hao) made him laugh.

"Krillin, don't underestimate the enemy." Piccolo took a pitiful look, and said, "Let me tell you this, before Gohan turned into a Super Saiyan, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't beat that caller." Salo's people."

"What did you say?" Kelin's eyes widened.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Is this the Zi Zi Ji Yi you mentioned?" Monkey King asked curiously.

"Yes, at least that's what Saro said, saying that his skill is called Freedom." Piccolo nodded, "Of course, Gohan told me these words, and it's also the first time I've seen that guy."

"Don't be kidding, can't even Gohan hit him?" Kelin wiped his sweat, the corners of his mouth quivering.

"Hmph, bald head, don't worry about it." Vegeta chuckled, "If you can't hit it, you can't hit it, and it's not like you can't hit it. Think about it carefully, that person is Gohan's classmate after all, and Gohan will definitely not move. Seriously? Besides, Gohan hasn’t practiced much for 7 years, so his body has become very dull, so it’s not normal for him to be unable to hit someone?”

"That's true." Krillin breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again, "Then what about becoming a Super Saiyan? Did you defeat him easily?"

"I haven't tried it. Gohan doesn't want to reveal his identity as a Super Saiyan." Piccolo replied, "But what is certain is that it may not be so easy to win this World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament."

"Wukong, what do you think?" Kelin was a little confused again.

"I don't think so." Sun Wukong shook his head.

Clint: "..."

Kelin is about to cry, are you consoling?

You might as well say nothing.

"Okay, let's not worry anymore, we're here, let's go and watch the match between Wutian and Trunks." Sun Wukong said with a smile

Chapter 90 The Youth Group Competition Officially Opens

The world's number one martial arts conference.

radio station.

When the pre-selection for the adult group began, the competition for the youth group also officially kicked off.

It was the same referee, who had already stepped onto the broadcasting station with a microphone in hand.

The arena is surrounded by spacious green lawns.