Dragon Ball God Mu

The Frieza family is the largest force entrenched in the Northern Galaxy. Among them, Frieza alone covers about a quarter of the Northern Galaxy. The star map of the Domini starship is not complete. Looking at the star map, most of the range is Frieza's influence.

"Fliza!"

Thinking of this early character in the Dragon Ball Z plot, Mu Yang couldn't help shaking his head.

This big boss is a hurdle that Northern Galaxy can never get around!

It's just that his own strength is not good now, Muyang can only temporarily avoid the edge, but what happened today, he remembers it in his heart. No matter who attacked him, it was Frieza's subordinate anyway.

"...I lost a spaceship, and this account will be reckoned sooner or later." If it weren't for a weapon such as an acceleration space, maybe he would have died with the spaceship now. Mu Yang made a secret decision in his heart, and then waited quietly in the acceleration space.

After about ten hours and two and a half hours from the outside world, it is roughly estimated that the other party's spaceship has left, and Mu Yang boarded one of the spaceships in the acceleration space, set the destination, and moved the spaceship to In the universe starry sky.

call out! The silver-white spaceship suddenly appeared from the void. When it appeared, it shone with white light and flew towards the outside of the star system at an extremely fast speed.

The terminal building of the Ninth Command found an unfamiliar spacecraft signal again, but it was too late to stop it.

...

Earth, Daqingshan.

The sky in April has the coolness of spring, but under the sunlight, some parts of the sunny side have gradually begun to appear hot and dry.

It is the most comfortable time of the year, when birds and flowers are fragrant and full of vitality, flowers of different colors are blooming at this time.

At the Tianxinliu Martial Arts Hall at the foot of the mountain, all the disciples trained as usual in an orderly manner.

April was wearing a fitted white martial arts uniform with a red belt tied around her waist. A curtain of curly brown hair hung down to her waist and tied into a ponytail with a ribbon. At this time, April was under the guidance of her senior sister, Nis, and followed her to fight back and forth.

Pom Pom! Snapped!

Nis's slender palm drew an arc for a month and a half, and took advantage of the trend to lift April's body, only to see the palm pause, and a force shot out from the palm.

April sighed and staggered back several steps.

Nis approached and said with a smile, "April, you've made great progress recently, and you've already mastered the basics of Tianxinliu. Next, more advanced things need to be taught by the teacher in person."

Niss is a woman with red hair, and she ranks among the top in strength among the female disciples of Tianxinliu.

At this time, at the age of twenty, she was strong and soft, and her body was full of temptation.

April stuck out her tongue playfully, a smile on her tender face, folded her hands, and saluted her senior sister.

"It's all because Sister Nis taught me well."

"Oh, your little mouth is so sweet." Niss joked happily.

It has been five years since April came to Tianxinliu. In the past five years, April has been humbly, studious, polite and well-behaved, and has won everyone's love. And April, who was ten years old, also came out of the haze of losing her family and made this place her new home.

Five years have passed, and now the only formal disciples left in the Tianxinliu martial arts hall are April and Ness. Ia and Aso have returned to the mountain to practice with their teacher, and even the students in the gymnasium have changed. A crop.

It was almost noon, and just as April and Ness finished their training and prepared to have lunch, there was a sudden loud noise outside the Budokan.

Along with a few screams of pain, a rough voice sounded in the martial arts hall.

"Hey, is this the strength of a Tianxinliu martial artist? It's simply vulnerable. It's not an opponent of my world fighter Oman at all."

With a bang, the sound of gongs and drums fell to the ground, and the rough voice sounded again, "What kind of heart flow, it's just a fake name! Who... let your museum owner, or that one named Mu Yang come out..."

Nis's face changed, and she reached out and grabbed April, who was about to rush out. Shaking his head, the two walked out together.

Walking from the indoor martial arts field to the outside, I saw a man with his upper body exposed and bronze skin struttingly standing on the open-air martial arts platform.

Behind him, there are seven or eight people in the same attire, clearly the teacher is out of the same door.

"Finally, a person in charge came out, but she is still a little girl."

Seeing that the visitor was a woman in her early twenties, a fighter named Aman shook her head in disappointment.

"Senior Sister Niss, this guy is here to provoke him. Several of our students were injured by him." A teacher came over and whispered in Niss' ear, a look of shame on his face.

Nis nodded lightly, glanced at fighter Aman with cold eyes, and then sighed.

Another guy who wants to prove his strength.

She can't remember how many times this is the wave of people like this. Since Senior Brother Mu Yang won the championship of the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Club five years ago, there have always been people who challenged their martial arts gym to prove their strength.

At first, there were some famous martial artists, and everyone treated each other with courtesy, but they were still harmonious.

But the strange thing is that in recent years, there have been fewer real martial arts genres, and all those who come here are some inexperienced guys.

A fighter for a while, a boxer for a while, a strongman for a while, when did they become so famous?

Speaking of which, Nis also knew the reason, everything was caused by the reform of the No. 1 Martial Arts Society in the world!

I heard that starting from the 12th World Martial Arts Association, the organizer will change from the traditional martial arts school to an official government contractor. Under the official propaganda, the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club is quite popular. It is said that the scale of the 12th World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club will be very large.

Only in this way, as the genre that the previous champion belonged to, the challenges faced by Tian Xinliu suddenly increased.

Really a cat and a dog, all want to express themselves!

Do not weigh your own ability!

"We are a martial arts hall here, and we teach martial arts skills, not where your fighters should come." Nisi's voice was lukewarm, very cold. If it weren't for the etiquette of Tianxinliu, she would have thrown people away long ago. out.

Fighter Aman twisted his neck and jumped up and down to move his muscles and bones, scoffing at Nis's words.

"What martial arts are not martial arts, they are all things that have fists and legs. Look at your students, even my fists can't stop them. But I can't blame them. After all, I once won the third place in the World Fighting Championship, and I am stronger than them. A lot. Today I want to tell all of you that martial arts and other things are all tricks to deceive people, and to force any connotation into skills is a little trick to deceive people.”

With that said, the fellow apprentices who were accompanying him started to applaud. Oman pressed his hands down, smiled, and clenched his right fist towards everyone present, raising it high: "Only a hard fist is the real truth!"

"Fool!"

Nisi's voice cooled down, what is the purpose of martial arts to be competitive? This kind of guy who only talks about fists, she doesn't even care about it.

"Don't believe me, go ask me, I am Oman's reputation in the fighting world, not me bragging about it. I will definitely participate in the official martial arts meeting held this time, as long as I participate, I will win the top few. Absolutely easy."

"Yes, Mr. Oman is well said."

"It's time for our world fighters to show their strength."

A group of bare-armed fighters cheered loudly, each one full of confidence.

In the past, the No. 1 Martial Arts Club in the world was only a competition for a small group of people from the self-righteous martial arts genre. Without the elites of their fighting world, would they be embarrassed to be called the No. 1 Martial Arts Club in the world? !

Look at this session, sweep them away! Let them take a good look at what is called strength!

Well, that's it, it's all about strength!

When the students of the martial arts hall heard this, they were all filled with righteous indignation and wished they could go up and slap them a few times.

"Sister Niss, do you want me to teach those guys a lesson?" April couldn't listen anymore, a stream of light flashed in her blue eyes, and her little fists were clenched tightly.

Nis patted her shoulder and shook her head, "It's just a clown."

The fighter Aman raised his head proudly and looked at Niss and the others: "How about, why don't you bow your head and admit defeat?"

Nis sighed and glanced at Aman, "Since you want to humiliate yourself, let's start!"

Saying that, he shook his head and walked in front of him.

The two of them stood together, and in comparison, Nis was over 1.6 meters tall, like a child.