dragon ball god saiyan

Chapter 883: Master and Servant of the Realm King God (1)
Turning to look at Emma, ​​Vegeta frowned deeply.

The white clothes fluttered, the brown curly hair hung behind her, and the delicate and flawless skin looked like white jade under the sun, revealing an intellectual beauty all over her body.The scary woman who asked me for directions was also there.

She is also a master.

Vegeta swallowed his throat, and asked with difficulty: "Are you also here to participate in the No. [-] Budokai in the world?"

"No, except for Bra and Lazili, the others are just here as spectators." Luo Lan shook his head: "This level of competition doesn't help us much, so there's no need to play in person."

No. 18 would not have played if it hadn't been for the race prize money.

Vegeta nodded bitterly: "Yes, your strength has long been beyond imagination."

Whether you admit it or not, Luo Lan and the others are stronger than him, but Vegeta is not stupid enough to take Luo Lan and Sefiria as his goals, because that is simply unrealistic, Vegeta knows The gap between myself and the group on Planet Sharada is not a dimension at all.

It is important for people to have self-knowledge and choose the right goal to fight for, so that it will be meaningful.

Blind pursuit will only lead to failure.

As long as my target is Kakarot.

Looking at Sun Wukong, seeing that the other party also looked passionate about fighting, Vegeta straightened his face, and his eyes immediately became firm. After that, he said goodbye to Luo Lan and the others, and pulled Bree towards the inner field of the Budokai—Jingwu Museum to go.

Brie's gaze stayed on Sefilia's body, with some doubts in his eyes.

I seem to have seen this woman somewhere, but I still can't remember it.

Being pulled by Vegeta, she simply stopped thinking about it. After all, she has lived for so long, and many memories have been blurred.

Looking at the backs of Vegeta and the others faintly, Sefilia didn't speak. In fact, she had just recognized that Brie was the Alta person she had met before.

At that time, I hadn't become a Super Saiyan yet. After being tortured by that Alta man, my self-confidence was hit hard for a while. I thought that I would have to take revenge when I became stronger in the future, but now when I met the other party, Sephilia found that There was no disturbance in my heart.

It seems that they don't care at all.

Also, the levels are different, and the way of thinking has also changed.

After becoming a Super Saiyan God, Sefilia's mood has improved a lot, and it seems meaningless to bully a guy who has not become a God.

This is probably the calmness of the superior, and the mood is even more indifferent.

Don’t you see the demeanor shown by the great priest and Weiss when facing people whose strength is much lower than their own, the more noble the gods are, the more kind the attitude towards people is, this is a very detached feeling.

"This feeling is quite good." Sephilia burst into a faint smile.

"Bula, Lazili, don't you guys want to participate in the competition? Hurry up and sign up." Luo Lan checked the time and reminded the two disciples.

"Oh, go right away." Sunbula came to his senses and hurriedly dragged No. 18 along with him.

Seeing that only her daughter and No. 18 were going to sign up, Bulma touched Luo Fei with her hand in doubt, "Aren't you going to sign up?"

Luo Fei said: "I thought about it and decided to forget it. If we all go to the competition, it will be too bullying."

Bulma couldn't help dripping cold sweat on his forehead, "That's right!"

The strongest person on earth is her husband Sun Wukong, but Bulma is not sure whether Sun Wukong is Luo Fei's opponent. If all these masters go up to participate in the competition, she should worry about the earth, whether she can stand against them of energy.

"I told you in advance that when you make a move later, you must restrain yourself and don't hurt others." Bulma whispered.

Kelin hugged his daughter Marlon and nodded approvingly.

"Don't worry, mom, we will try not to use Super Saiyan transformation, and there are teachers and others around, they will protect everyone." Sun Bra shook off her fluffy lavender hair, her pretty face Silky and delicate, it inherits the beautiful side of Bulma.

Luo Lan followed suit: "At that time, I will set up a protective layer on the venue."

"I can rest assured that."

Kelin, Tianjin Fan and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

After the registration was over, everyone walked towards the Martial Arts Hall. The Martial Arts Hall is a place where selection competitions are held. Outsiders were not allowed to enter, but because of the special identities of Monkey King and others, Bulma, Taisi and other non-participants were also allowed to enter. Enter to visit.

"Ah, you are all here!"

A figure hurriedly ran out from the stairs, and when he saw Monkey King and the others, his eyes lit up.

"Ah, it's Mr. Host!" Monkey King raised his hand in greeting.

"Sun Wukong, Kelin, Tianjin fan... You haven't participated in the world's number one martial arts competition for a long time. When the staff told me the news, I was going crazy with joy. You know that I am looking forward to this day. How long..."

The blond host talked endlessly.

There is no soul in the Budokai without Sun Wukong and the others. Although after the 23rd Budokai, the disciples of Guixianliu, represented by Kelin, will still appear at the Budokai from time to time, but most of them will be present in the form of guests. The blonde host still misses the time when Sun Wukong and the others were there.

"Monkey King, this is your son, he really looks like you when you were a child!"

The blonde host recognized Sun Wutian's identity at a glance.

Sun Wutian and Sun Wukong were exactly the same when they were young.

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "This boy is called Wutian, and he is participating in the youth competition."

"Yeah, Wukong's son must be very good, and this year's junior group is also worth looking forward to!" Saying this, the blond host glanced at Piccolo who was not far away, leaned closer to Monkey King, and whispered: "This time You have to restrain yourself, don't destroy the ring."

Monkey King scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "Ah, try your best."

Piccolo's hearing is excellent, and the whispers between the blonde host and Monkey King couldn't escape his ears, curling his lips in disdain.

At this time, the host looked through the electronic tablet in his hand, and found that there were no names of Askali and Luo Fei.

"Hey, Brother Luo Fei isn't participating in the competition?"

"Forget it this time."

"What a pity, I still remember your performance six years ago!" the blonde host said with emotion. He also hoped that there would be as many strong players as possible, but with Monkey King and Sun Bra, he Already very satisfied.

"I'm here to wish everyone good results. Wukong's goal must be the championship, come on!"

"Thank you." Sun Wukong said politely.

No. 18 flicked her blond hair, and said indifferently with no expression on her face: "The champion is mine."

"That's right, Miss Lazili is also a popular candidate for the championship."

The blond-haired host let out a haha, and then ran to maintain the order of the venue, waving his arms. This time, the blond-haired host was satisfied to be able to wait for Monkey King and the others to participate.

The next step is the selection process. All those who sign up for the competition will have a lottery duel in the martial arts gymnasium of the Budokai, and then the top 128 masters will be determined. Due to the large number of participants, even if there are many arenas set up, this process will take a whole day time.

By the evening, the list of the top 128 was basically out. Not surprisingly, Sun Wukong, Sun Bra, No. 18, Vegeta, Buri, Piccolo, Kelin, Tianjin Fan, Bideli and others all entered list.

According to the arrangement of the competition, tomorrow will be the juvenile martial arts competition, and the top 128 will start in the afternoon of the next day, so during this period, the finalists can have time to browse the scenery of the venue.

But players like Vegeta will seize every moment to improve themselves, not to waste time.

……

At the end of the 128-strong selection competition, in the martial arts gymnasium of the Budokai, a young man wearing a dark green Kaiwangshen costume floated at a height of [-] centimeters above the ground with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and a puzzled look flashed across his eyes.

(End of this chapter)