At the Martial Arts Conference, Oolong, Tien Shin, Yamu Tea, Blonde Lanchi, Dumpling, and even Master Roshi looked at Kling in confusion. At first, many people thought that Kling was joking when he said that he would give them a ride, but now …
"Kling, you're really bad." Blonde-haired Launch suddenly smiled and said, "If you throw him like this, you should have thrown Bora at least ten miles away, right?"
"What ten miles? I threw him back to his hometown." Kling rolled his eyes.
"Tien Shin." Dumpling asked in a low voice, "Where did that short bald man throw him?"
"With his terrifying strength, at least three hundred miles away," Tien Shin said in a low voice.
"Three hundred miles?" Dumpling stared at Kling in surprise. He was very interested in Kling because both of them were short and bald. Of course, Dumpling actually had hair on his head, but it was only one strand.
"Three hundred miles. I didn't expect you to be so strong, Kling," Blonde Lanchi cried out in surprise.
"It's two thousand three hundred miles, four thousand six hundred miles." Kling was speechless, but he knew that no one would believe him even if he told them. Monkey King believed him, but the problem was that Monkey King was not very sensitive to the number of distances. Therefore, although he knew how far Kling could throw, he could not tell how many miles it was.
Monkey King looked at Buma. "Buma, didn't you go to find the other six Dragon Ball? Did you find them?"
"I found them, but because of Tsurugi's attack, we fell into the pool over there, and the Dragon Ball rolled into a strange crack," Buma said crisply.
"I saw it." Yamu Tea had recovered from the blow and said in a low voice, "Even you can't get it there."
"That's the bottomless abyss where the legendary dragon lives," Dumpling said.
"So it's like this …" Monkey King looked at Kling. "Kling, try throwing the Dragon Ball down, maybe it will roll together." "How is that possible?" Kling snorted and took out the Dragon Ball from behind his waist and threw it into the pool. "Let's wait for a while. It will take some time for the Dragon Ball to roll down. By the way, why do you want to summon Shenlong?" Buma cried.
"Because Krillin said that our martial arts cultivation speed is too slow," Sun Wukong said in a crisp voice.
"Too slow!" Master Roshi jumped up and interrupted Goku's words. "You two brats, are you not going to let others live? Do you know how strong you are? This is slow? "
As soon as these words came out.
Yamu Tea nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and Tien Shin also had a look of agreement. When he fought against Kling just now, he felt that the gap between the two was as big as that between an immortal and a mortal. Moreover, these two brats looked young, at least they didn't have as much cultivation time as he did, but they were already so terrifying, and they still said that they were slow.
"Huh? Strange. " Monkey King interrupted what he wanted to say and looked at Master Roshi in confusion. "Grandpa, didn't you say that there is always someone better than you? Our martial Arts cultivation is far from enough, so shouldn't you hope that we can cultivate as fast as possible?"
Kling also couldn't help but look at Master Roshi in confusion. After all, from Master Roshi's performance, he had always been afraid that the two of them would become complacent because of their fast martial Arts cultivation.
Master Roshi blushed, and then his face became serious.
"It's not wrong for the two of you to work hard, but everything has its own rules. It's the same with martial Arts cultivation. More haste, less speed. Your cultivation speed is too fast. It seems good, but it may not be a good thing. I'm afraid that you're too eager and impatient in your cultivation, which may cause you to go the wrong way in some aspects," Master Roshi said in a deep voice.
"Grandpa, did we go the wrong way?" Monkey King asked crisply.
"This … No. Three years ago, you were under my tutelage, and your foundation was very solid. In the past three years, you've been cultivating outside … Uh … Looking at your performance in the arena, the growth of your Martial Arts Realm is very terrifying, so you didn't go the wrong way." Speaking of this, Master Roshi sighed with emotion in his heart. He had watched the whole process of the Martial Arts Tournament.
Previously, when Kling and Monkey King became the arena champions, Kling and Monkey King requested to use willow branches as weapons to defend the arena. They even blindfolded themselves in the end. Master Roshi was very angry at that time, believing that the two kids were too strong and had no match. They had indeed taken the evil path of arrogance and complacency.
But when Kling attacked, Master Roshi felt that something was amiss.
The willow branch stabbed out as though it had merged with the wind and nature. Such a Martial Arts Realm could only be achieved by a veteran who had cultivated for decades.
The first time might have been a coincidence, but Kling attacked again and again. That kind of naturalness and smoothness, that kind of calmness without any worldly desires, showed that his Martial Arts Realm was even higher than the first time.
At that time, the shock in Master Roshi's heart was the same as when he saw Kling and Monkey King display the terrifying Kamehameha.
Then, Master Roshi's heart bloomed with joy. The disciples he had cultivated had improved their Martial Arts Realm to such a level in such a short time. What did this mean? It meant that Master Roshi had not taught them any fist techniques before. He had only trained their hearts, eyes, hands, and ears, and cultivated their brains, intelligence, and other aspects. The Turtle School's basic training was completely correct. It was precisely because of those foundations that Kling was able to cultivate his fist techniques to such a level in just three years.
Although he was very happy, Master Roshi was still a little worried.
After all, this was only because Kling's Martial Arts Realm had improved very quickly. What would happen to Monkey King? Was he too complacent and did not make much progress?
However, Monkey King's performance was not inferior to Kling's.
At this time, the last trace of doubt in Master Roshi's heart disappeared.
"Kling, Kling, do you know that your Martial Arts Realm, that is, your achievements in fist techniques are equivalent to the achievements of others in ten years, or even decades? This shows that your three years of cultivation are completely on the right path. If you use too much strength, I am afraid that you will use too much strength and take the wrong path," Master Roshi said.
"Is that so?!" Monkey King blinked and then looked at Kling. "Kling, what do you think?"
"Teacher Wu Tian's words are indeed reasonable, but I still want to try. Wu Tian, why don't you give up?" Kling said in a crisp voice.
"I won't give up either," Monkey King said with a grin.
"In that case, I won't say anything more." Master Roshi said indifferently. He had already taught the Turtle School to his two disciples. As for what to do next, of course, it was up to them. After all, everyone had their own unique side.
"Kling, Monkey King, how can you not listen to Teacher Wu Tian's words?" Yamu Tea frowned and shouted, "Do you know that your current achievements are all because of Teacher Wu Tian's cultivation?"
"Of course we know, but we improved so quickly because we have our own opinions. In addition to Teacher Wu Tian's guidance, we also have our own cultivation methods," Kling snorted.
"Your own cultivation methods?" Yamu Tea was startled.
Master Roshi's body trembled, and a storm seemed to have set off in his heart. From Kling's words, it seemed that the reason why he and Monkey King were so powerful was because they used other cultivation methods, and not because Master Roshi and the Turtle School were so powerful.
Master Roshi glanced at Yamu Tea, and then looked at Kling and Monkey King. Compared to Kling and Monkey King, Yamu Tea, who had cultivated according to his requirements, had a huge difference in cultivation and martial arts realm.
"Why is the difference so big?" Master Roshi's mind was in a mess for a while, but he couldn't ask Kling in detail at this time.
"By the way, what are you two going to do?" Buma asked curiously.
"Because our progress in the cultivation of fist techniques is still not enough, and according to Kling, the cultivation of the heart is not enough, so we want to ask Shenlong to help us seal our strength," Monkey King said crisply.
"Seal your strength?"
Yamu Tea, Master Roshi, Tien Shin, and the others were attracted again.
"Aren't you cultivating martial arts? If your strength is sealed, how are you going to cultivate?" Buma asked doubtfully. "Although I don't know much about your cultivation, practicing martial arts requires physical strength."
"Not all of it is sealed, just ninety percent of the strength. Leaving ten percent is enough," Kling explained.
"Ten percent, isn't that very little?" Buma said with her hands on her waist.
"It's not little." Kling grinned. "At least, it won't be a problem to beat your Yamu Tea."
"Don't brag!" Yamu Tea laughed. "Kling, if you can beat me with ten percent of your strength, then how can I play?" "That's right!" Buma snorted. "Little Baldy, you're getting better at bragging." Next to him, Puar and Oolong also nodded.
"Kling isn't bragging." Monkey King crisply said, "After Kling and I seal ninety percent of our strength, we can indeed beat Yamu Tea because he's too weak."
The surroundings were silent.
"Monkey King, do you have a fever?" Buma stretched out her hand and touched Monkey King's forehead.
"No!" Monkey King looked at Buma in confusion. "Buma, why do you say I have a fever? My body is very good. "
"If you don't have a fever, then why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?" Buma propped up her chin and looked at Monkey King thoughtfully. After all, Monkey King was a very innocent child. Generally speaking, he wouldn't lie and didn't like to joke very much.
"It seems that you've changed a lot in the past three years of training outside. You also know how to joke," Buma concluded. Master Roshi, Yamu Tea, Oolong, Lanchi, and Puar nodded in their hearts. After all, although Yamu Tea couldn't withstand a single blow from Tao Baibai and Tien Shin, he was still very powerful.
"I'm not joking!" Monkey King crisply said.
"Let's not talk about this. I think if the Dragon Ball could roll together now, it should have rolled together," Buma shouted. "Monkey King, call out and see if you can call out Shenlong."
"Okay."
Monkey King hurriedly opened his throat and roared towards the pool, "Shenlong, come out! Shenlong, come out … "Not long after, a golden light suddenly rushed out from the bottom of the pool. Rolling dark clouds rushed over from the horizon, as if darkness had descended. The world became darker and darker.
The golden light rushed into the sky — Shenlong had appeared.
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