Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　 "Interesting." Sun Wuben glanced at the apprentices except Mark, "Are you not afraid that this is really a blinding trick?"

　　 The Piwa boy laughed suddenly, and the other boys also laughed.

"Is it the blind eye method? We still have this vision. The tile is really split. The blind eye method can only cover up for a while, but not forever. Now that the tile is split there, Brother Mark is really being split. You have been defeated. We have all seen it with our own eyes. May I ask if there is such a clever way to blind eyes in this world?"

　　 "Brother Yong..." Mark coldly looked at the teenager, then glanced at the apprentices, "You mean Mark is an idiot?"

　　 Brother Yong shrinks his head.

　　 "Brother Mark, don't fool us. If you can use the blindness of actual combat, it is not a trick, but a martial art, a move, and a martial art." Ska sneered.

"We have all seen that Mr. Sun Wuben has no device at all, and it is impossible to hide any clever things. Even if there is, he can play tricks in front of our eyes, but we can't see it. The important thing is to be able to catch Brother Mark's. Every punch, is this a trick? The trick is so fast?" Junior Brother Yu also said with a smile.

　　 "Ignorance, how can you see the high-tech methods?" Mark sneered, "Don't forget that he is a top student in the northern capital."

　　 "Mr. Mark, high-tech is very powerful, and we really read less, but don’t forget the God team."

　　 "God group?"

　　 Sun Wuben’s eyes lit up. He naturally heard of the name of the God Team, but he didn’t pay too much attention to it. After all, Sun Wuben was so busy that he was too busy to use one second for two seconds, whether he was in school or dropping out.

"You all know that the God Team is a superb martial arts master." Junior Brother Yong sneered, "If there is really a trick like Mr. Sun Wuben, no one in the world can know it, and the members of the God Team can't practice so hard. ."

"As one of the strongest military units of the United Nations in charge of the entire world, the God Group has the world's top scientific and technological talents and resources. None of them have the tricks of Mr. Monkey King. They practice real martial arts, huh, brother Mark. We read little, but we haven’t gotten to the point where we were sold and counted the money.”

As soon as Junior Brother Yong said this, the apprentices all around looked at Mark with weird eyes.

　　 Mark first looked so ugly as a donkey, and then he laughed.

　　 "Joke, joke, hahahaha, let you see through, this is a joke! Hahahaha!" Mark haha ​​laughed.

　　 "This Mark is really as thick as the Satan in Dragon Ball, so thick as to block bullets, huh?" Sun Wuben suddenly looked outside.

　　 "Gomoto, what's the matter?"

　　 "A visitor is here."

　　……

　　 In the small alley leading to the martial arts dojo on the 18th, a little girl who was only about twelve years old walked out of a house with a cold face.

　　 "I just got out of the fish that slipped through the net after the suppression of the Red Ribbon Army in the Qing Dynasty, and I was yelled by my elder sister to come here. It really doesn't make people idle for a while."

"Strange, in the martial arts dojo on the 18th, the strongest is the master, Sun Wusheng, followed by his disciple Mark, and no other masters have visited the martial arts dojo on the 18th recently. Coins stopped the TK Party’s master of Lili Che, who disappeared near here, who would this person be?"

"A coin can be smashed into the car body. This girl can also do it, but it is not easy to get stuck in a key position. I hope such a master is not an old man, if he is a handsome guy. Someone had an appointment."

　　 The little girl was idiot for a while, then she remembered the business.

　　 "It's better to go to the martial arts dojo on the 18th to find out the news, after all, they are also martial artists, maybe they can give some clues."

The little girl murmured and came to the martial arts dojo on the 18th, and then curled her lips: "This dojo is really shabby, there shouldn't be any experts, headache..." Then she walked to the newly painted red paint. In front of the gate, lifted his foot and kicked it over.

　　 "Canopy!"

　　 The door opened sharply, and there was a large line of people standing inside, staring at the little girl who kicked the door open.

　　静!

　　 It was quiet all around.

　　 The little girl opened her big eyes and looked at the large line of people behind the door looking at her. She couldn't react to her brain. It took a full three seconds before the two sides reacted.

　　 "Why are you standing in line behind the door?"

　　 "Why are you kicking the door?"

　　 Inquiry sounded at the same time, and then both stopped.

　　 The apprentices on the 18th fighting technique dojo all looked at Monkey King.

"Gomoto, your ears are not cat ears, right? You really said that, we are here as a guest." Sun Wusheng smiled. When a stranger came to visit a restaurant, he or she was apprentice to learn art, no matter what it was. Purpose, now that Sun Wu is present, he is not worried, Sun Wusheng looked at the little girl.

　　 This is a very beautiful little girl, her black hair flutters in the wind, her fair and delicate face has delicate features, and her clear eyes look at you as if Ichihiro's clear water.

　　 Just looking at her appearance, no one would have imagined that this little girl kicked the wooden door so violently just now.

"Whose little sister are you, did you come to our dojo to apprentice?" Mark rushed out first, raised his hand at the little girl, and pointed his thumb to his nose, "My name is Mark, and I am the chief of this dojo Big disciple, don’t look at our dojo house, but the kung fu is real, especially the eldest brother, I have no rivals in the other seventeen dojos in Satan City. Oh, forgot to tell you. There are 18 Taoist temples in the entire Satan City."

　　 Sun Wuben was speechless. What kind of expression did Mark look in? Did he ‘knock on the door’ of his apprenticeship?

　　 The little girl's eyes swept across everyone, and it seemed to light up when it fell on Sun Wu himself, then she moved away in a panic, and finally fell on Mark.

"So, you are very skilled?" The little girl smiled shyly and blinked her innocent eyes. "Lu'er admires the skillful fighters the most, but she is fooled too much, every time she sees it. They are all boasting, vain people, the more they boast that they are strong, the more **** they are. On the contrary, there are some people who don't boast so much and have real abilities. I wonder if you are also such a person?"

　　 Mark gave a startled smile, then burst into laughter.

"Your name is Lu'er, good name, Lu'er, I must not be that kind of person. If you don't believe me, ask, and mention me Mark, which dojo do not know? To be honest with you, all those who come to our dojo to play I ran away with Mark."

　　 "Really? You don't look very good." Luer shook her head obviously in disbelief.

　　 Mark is in a hurry.

　　 "Luer, how do you believe it?" He took off his shirt and pointed at his developed pectoral muscles, "You know how strong I look."

　　 "The muscles are really strong, but I don't know if they are fake or not. I have seen too many fake muscles that grew out of Clenbuterol." Luer looked at Mark's breast muscles and even poked her fingers.

　　 bash!

　　 There was laughter all around, and Mark’s smile was a little stiff. Clenbuterol was feed for pigs.

　　 "Grandpa, Mark is going to be unlucky!" Monkey King said in a low voice.

　　 "Hmm." Sun Wusheng answered, but his eyes fell on Lu'er's outstretched jade finger, and saw the delicate little white finger gently poking on Mark's chest muscle. After brushing, Mark's face changed, and he saw his whole body step back three steps, his face floating blue and white.

　　 "Hey, it doesn't seem to be too hard. This muscle doesn't really grow from eating clenbuterol?" Luer retracted her fingers and tilted her head to think, as if the scene just didn't happen on purpose.

Mark's face quickly returned to his normal look. He looked at Luer, then at his chest, and whispered: "Strange, did I not stand firm just now? I must not have a good balance, yes, that's it. "After that, he took the first three steps and stood in front of Lu'er.

　　 "Luer, I know you won't believe it unless you show a few hands, or I will show you the tiles?"

　　 "Split tiles?"

　　 Luer's eyes seemed to light up.

　　 "Does this really prove that you are great? I don't want to be fooled anymore."

"No, my Mark can split ten tiles at once. I know that you won't believe it. Brother Yong, go and move eleven tiles. Today, senior brother is going to punch eleven tiles!" Mark Ordered. "Okay." Junior Brother Yong rushed back. In fact, there are many apprentices who see that Lu'er is not good, but they don't care. Anyway, there is someone like Sun Wuben who can easily play with Mark today. What's so terrible?

　　 Although Sun Wu did not belong to the dojo on the 18th, he is also the grandson of the master of the museum, and belongs to the disciple of Sun Wuliu.

　　Eleven tiles? There was an imperceptible smile at the corner of Lu'er's mouth, which disappeared in a flash.

"Wow, splitting ten pieces at once, it seems to be terrific." Luer showed a joyful expression, and then frowned again. "This tile is also divided into good and bad. Wouldn't you be the kind of kid who splits it? Tiles that can be split, right?"

　　 "How come." Mark even wanted to blow.

　　 Luer has interrupted him: "Or we make a bet."

　　 "What to bet?" Mark was confident.

"If you are really good, I will worship in your dojo and practice. If your ten tiles are broken at the touch of a touch, even a little girl like me can easily split them. Then you have to help me find a martial arts master who is better than you, okay?"

　　 "Looking for a martial artist?"

　　 Sun Wusheng and Sun Wuben looked at each other.

　　 "Isn't this girl here to kick the pavilion?" The two were puzzled, but they didn't say anything, leaving Mark to mess around.

"Help you find someone stronger than me, this...I am already the strongest in the world, but there should still be one or two stronger than me. This is not impossible." Mark said. Haha, his eyes turned, "Lu'er, although I am not afraid of losing, I am not that stupid. If you have practiced, you can still do it by splitting a tile."

　　 "Did you not understand? I mean your ten tiles are broken at the touch of a touch, even I can split them, not a piece." Luer looked down on Mark.

　　 Mark's rare old face blushed, and the next one haha: "Joke, joke, okay, this bet, brother took it."

　　 "Brother Mark, the tiles are here." Junior Brother Yong put eleven tiles in front of Mark at the door. Mark stepped back and pointed to the eleven tiles stacked in front of him, and said, "Luer, have you seen it? This kind of tiles are not those low-quality tiles, they are very hard, not to mention children, they are adults, and they have no practice. I won’t be able to split a piece."

　　 "Oh, isn't it?"

　　 Luer smiled and took a step forward: "I'll try it!"

　　 I saw her stretch out her small snow-white arm and pointed it into a knife. She did not raise her head high like Mark usually splits tiles. Instead, she lazily lifted it halfway, and then gently waved it down.

　　 "Canopy!"

　　The sound exploded, and I saw that the snow-white palm was like an extremely sharp steel knife, directly down everything, a whole eleven tiles, all cut open like puffed biscuits.