Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

In the dense forest, Sun Wuben leaned weakly against the tree, and after a long time, he gave a wry smile.

"Damn mother-in-law fortune-telling, I don't believe that without Butcher Zhang, I would eat pigs with hair." Gradually, Sun Wuben's eyes became firmer, and after leaving the dense forest, Sun Wuben returned to his mother's room and looked at his mother's peaceful sleeping posture. The chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

On the other side of the earth, here is the city of Satan, which is famous for fighting. Naturally, the martial arts atmosphere here is very strong, and there are eighteen fighting martial arts gyms in a small city.

In the No. 18 fighting skill dojo, there are only fifteen apprentices in the whole dojo, which is the least among all the dojos. At this time, there was a young man in red in the dojo, wearing earphones and beating sandbags crazily. After beating for a while, he opened his mouth wide, sticking out his big tongue, panting like a dog.

If Sun Wuben saw the appearance of this young man here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is the son of luck in Dragon Ball, yes, he is the son of luck, a person whose luck in martial arts is not very good, but other luck is extremely tyrannical— —Satan, but this time his name is Mark.

"Snapped!"

A slap was slapped hard on the boy's head.

"Lazy again!"

I saw a white-haired old man with a neatly shaved cropped head and a white-washed Chinese tunic suit glaring at the boy with a stern face.

"Oh, master! I'm not lazy, I'm not lazy!" Mark took off his earphones, grinned his mouth wide and let out a haha, and then said carefully, "Master, I have been practicing seriously just now, don't believe me Just ask my juniors, I was just taking a breath, haha, take a breath!"

"Master, Brother Mark is indeed cultivating seriously!" A young man next to him said repeatedly.

"Huh!" The white-haired old man snorted coldly, his eyes just staring at Mark, "Didn't I say that Sun Wuliu's martial arts practice is profound and profound, and every move requires less work and more skill, so you have to be careful all the time to practice well. You practice like this while listening Ge, how is the efficiency so good?"

"Master, you have wronged me. The song I listened to is not an ordinary song." Mark retorted with a smile, "If you listen to this song, you won't be angry, but you will praise me for your vision."

"Not an ordinary song?"

The white-haired old man laughed angrily: "Okay, why don't you tell me why it's not ordinary?"

"Master, this song is not ordinary, but the singer is even more extraordinary. Do you know who he is? If you know his identity, you will be so happy that you will be drunk for three days and three nights." Mark laughed, but his eyes flickered , Mark has been practicing with his master for the longest time, so he naturally knows that his master, Sun Wusheng, has a grandson named Sun Wuben.

"The singer of this album is called Sun Wuben, and the music, lyrics, and singing are all the same person. This song god, Sun Wuben, is by no means the grandson of the old man, but who made them have the same name." Mark thought in his mind, at this time The most important thing is to find ways to fool the master. As for whether he has deceived the master, can he be blamed? It is normal for two people to have the same name and surname.

"Okay, then hurry up and tell me, I'm curious who Fang Sheng can make me drunk for three days." The white-haired old man's face became even more ugly, and his voice became cold.

Mark felt cold all over. He knew that Master was really angry, so he put away his smiling face.

"Master, this album was released by your grandson Sun Wuben." Mark said seriously, "By the way, your grandson is now named the God of Songs."

"Sun Wuben?"

Sun Wusheng was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little dazed, and a face appeared in his mind in a daze, it was the face of Sun Wuben four years ago.

Sun Wusheng was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses and glanced at Mark.

"Master, I didn't lie to you, really." Mark said cautiously.

"Forget it this time. You are not allowed to listen to songs while practicing in the future. The duel between Liu Feng and you in No. 1 Fighting Gym is about to begin. This battle is related to whether our fighting skill dojo can become the first-class dojo in Satan City. You must not fail, you know." Sun Wusheng said in a low voice, put his hands behind his back, turned and walked out, and after taking three steps, he stopped again, "By the way, give me a copy of that Sun Wusheng record."

"Ah... oh, master, wait!" Mark said repeatedly. He turned around and rushed to a nearby house. There was a package on the shelf. Mark opened the package and saw a large stack of records inside. The profile of a teenager is printed on the cover of the album, which is Sun Wuben.

Mark grabbed the record as soon as he reached out his hand, his eyes fell on the side of the boy's face, and there was a strange flash in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, this Sun Wuben really looks a bit like Master." Mark muttered, grabbed the record and rushed out of the room.

"Master, this is the record released by your grandson." Mark handed the record carefully.

"Yeah." Sun Wusheng took the record casually, glanced at the album cover on the record inadvertently, and when he saw the boy's profile, his hands holding the record froze.

"Master, what's the matter?" Mark asked puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing." Sun Wusheng put the record back in his arms, turned around and walked out of the training hall, and then walked into his room. Then he took out the record, his eyes fell on the side face of the boy above, and he sighed, "Like, still It's like that."

Undoubtedly, at the first sight of the profile portrait on the record, Sun Wusheng felt that this was the profile portrait of Sun Wusheng, but soon Sun Wusheng came to his senses.

"Wu Ben's child is in the key class of the North Capital, and he should have reached high school by now. This child is promising, but it's a pity that I am not qualified to be a grandfather."

Sun Wusheng walked to the side cabinet, opened the cabinet, and took out a photo from a tunic suit pocket hanging inside. This was a family portrait.

Sun Wusheng's eyes fell on the face of Sun Wuben on the photo.

"This kid is 17 years old this year, right?" Sun Wusheng put the photo and record together. The record and the photo of Sun Wuben are somewhat similar, but Sun Wuben just smiled wryly, "It's really old and dim, I think it's the same person." His eyes It fell on the girl doll in the family portrait again.

"That girl Mia is supporting the dojo by herself, and she doesn't know what's going on now." Compared with Sun Wuben, Sun Wusheng has a deeper affection for Mia, and misses Mia even more. After all, Sun Wusheng is away all year round and rarely goes home. When I was away, I always took Mia with me. This area lasted for nearly ten years. After ten years, I didn’t see you for four years. It is conceivable that Sun Wusheng misses Mia. In the past, he could restrain himself, but today, I was excited by Sun Wuben's record, and suddenly, I couldn't restrain the impulse in my heart.

Sitting blankly for a while, Sun Wusheng raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, Mia's current cultivation is probably more profound. Now my fighting arena is facing a life-and-death battle. If you succeed, you will ascend to heaven, and if you lose, you will leave. But that child Mark is very playful and not aggressive enough. , it’s better to call Mia over, Mia’s cultivation will definitely be able to stimulate him severely.”

Sun Wuben knew very well that his disciple named Mark, although he was young, had a strong self-esteem, and he was a big kid, extremely lustful, especially in front of women, and would never admit defeat.

With this in mind, Sun Wusheng grabbed the phone and dialed the number that he hadn't dialed for four years.

Ginkgo Village.

Sun Wu's Dojo, Mi'er's room, Sun Wuben was talking with his mother.

"Beep~~~" the bell rang.

"Hey, you are..." Sun Wuben picked up the phone, and a voice came from the receiver, "Hello, Mia or Mier?" The voice was a bit old, but full of spirit.

Upon hearing this voice, Sun Wuben's eyes lit up.

"Grandpa!" Sun Wuben shouted happily, "I'm Wuben, grandpa. You've been afraid of going out for three or four years. Where are you now? Are you still in good health?"

"Haha, Wuben, you are very good. I haven't heard Grandpa's voice for three years, and I can hear it immediately." Sun Wusheng, No. 18 Fighting Skill Dojo, said happily.

"Four years, okay? Grandpa, it's rare for you to call today. Could it be that you are going home? Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Four years?" Sun Wusheng was in a daze.

"Wu Ben, is everything okay at home? Where's your sister Mia?" Sun Wusheng asked.

"Sister Mia is not here now, and there is nothing else going on at home, but my mother's illness..." Sun Wuben said.

"Are you short of money for medical treatment? Don't worry, grandpa has now opened a No. 18 fighting skill dojo in Satan City, and I believe it will make a lot of money soon." Sun Wusheng said, "By the way, isn't Mia here? What is she? When will you be back?"

"There is no shortage of money. Grandpa, do you have anything to do with Sister Mia? Tell me, I don't know when she will come back."

"That's right, then...then...then forget it, and ask her to call me when she comes back." There was a hint of disappointment in Sun Wusheng's voice.

"Grandpa, do you need sister Mia's help?" Sun Wuben asked.

"It's something, I want her to come over for a while, but it's fine if she's not here. Okay, Wuben, you study hard and don't worry about other things. Our grandson family has been a nest of rude warriors for generations, and now you are a scientist. , but the Sun family depends on you to come to glory, well, long-distance calls are expensive, so grandpa won’t talk to you more.” Sun Wusheng hung up the phone while talking, and his eyes fell on the family photo again.

"Mia is not here, did she go outside to practice? Strange, Wuben should be at school at this time, why is he at home?"

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