He turned to Emma. The terrible woman who asked for directions at the beginning was also there. Her white clothes were fluttering, her brown curly hair was draped behind her, and her delicate and flawless skin looked like white jade under the sunlight.

This is also a master.

Vegeta swallowed his throat and asked with difficulty: "Are you here to participate in the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association?"

"No, except for Bra and Lazili, everyone else is here to be the audience." Luo Lan shook her head: "This level of game will not help us much, and there is no need to play in person."

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

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, Luo Lan and others are above him, but Vegeta is not stupid enough to regard Luo Lan and Sefilia as his own goals, because that is simply unrealistic. Vegeta knows that the gap between him and Planet Salada and his group is not in the same dimension at all.

The key to being self-aware and choosing the right goal to surpass is what you need to do.

And his goal is Sun Wukong.

Looking at Sun Wukong, seeing the other party's passionate look, Vegeta's face suddenly became firm. Then he said goodbye to Luo Lan and the others, and pulled Buli into the venue accurately.

Buli's eyes were on Sefilia, his eyes were a little confused. He seemed to have seen this woman somewhere, but he could never remember it.

After being pulled by Vegeta, she simply left this doubt behind. After all, she had lived for so long, and many of her memories had become blurred.

Looking at Vegeta and the others' backs lightly, Sefilia didn't say anything. In fact, she had known Buli just now, who was the Alta native she had met before.

At that time, he had not become a super Saiyan yet. After being beaten by the Arta people, he thought that he would take revenge after he became stronger in the future. But now when he met the other party again, Sefilia found that there was no turmoil in his heart.

It seems that I don't care at all.

After becoming the super Saiyan god, Sefilia's mood improved a lot, and it seemed that there was no meaning to bully a guy who had not become a god.

Different dimensions have changed, and the way of thinking has also changed.

"Bra, Lazili, aren't you going to participate in the competition? Go and sign up quickly." Luo Lan looked at the time and reminded the two disciples.

"Oh, go right away." Sun Bula reacted and quickly pulled Lazili to go with her.

Seeing that only his daughter and No. 18 were going to register, Bulma touched Luo Fei with his hand in confusion, "Don't you go to register?"

Luo Fei said: "I thought about it and let it go. If we all went to participate in the competition, it would be too bullying."

A cold sweat dripped from Bulma's forehead, "That's right!"

The strongest person on earth is her husband, Sun Wukong, but Bulma is also sure whether Sun Wukong is Luo Fei's opponent. If all these masters go to participate in the competition, she should worry about the earth and whether she can withstand their energy.

"I promised in advance. When you take action later, you must restrain yourself and never hurt others." Bulma whispered.

Clin held his daughter Malen and nodded deeply.

"Don't worry, mom, we will try not to apply to the Super Saiyan transformation as much as possible, and aren't there any teachers and others? They will protect everyone." Sun Bra shook off his fluffy lilac hair, his beautiful face was smooth and delicate, inheriting the beautiful side of Bulma.

Luo Lan nodded, "I will set up a protective layer in the venue at that time."

"Then I'll feel relieved."

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

After the registration, everyone walked towards the Jingwu Pavilion. The Jingwu Pavilion was a place for the selection competition. Outsiders were not allowed to enter, but because of the special identities of Sun Wukong and others, non-participants such as Bulma and Tayis were also allowed to enter and visit.

"Ahhh, you guys are all here!"

A figure hurriedly ran out of the stairs, and when he saw Sun Wukong and others, his eyes glowed.

"Ah, it's Mr. Host!" Sun Wukong raised his hand and said hello.

"Sponsor Sun Wukong, Clin, Tianjin Farmer... You haven't participated in the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Club for a long time. When the staff told me the news, I was almost so happy. Do you know how long I have been looking forward to this day..."

The blonde host gushed.

The martial arts meeting without Sun Wukong and others participated has no soul. Although after the 23rd Martial Arts Meeting, the disciples of Turtle Fairy Little represented by Klin often appear at the martial arts meeting, they are more often present in the form of guests. The blonde host still missed when Sun Wukong and the others were there.

"Mr. Sun Wukong, this is your son, he looks really similar to you when you were a child!"

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

When Sun Wutian and Sun Wukong were all the same as they were when they were young.

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "This child is called Wutian, and he participates in the youth group competition."

"Well, Mr. Sun Wukong's son must be very powerful, and this year's youth group is worth looking forward to!" As he said that, the blonde host glanced at Bick not far away, came to Sun Wukong, and whispered: "You must restrain this time, and never destroy the ring."

Sun Wukong scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "Ah, try to do as much as possible."

Bick had excellent hearing, and the whispers of the blonde host and Sun Wukong could not escape his ears and curled his lips disdainfully.

At this time, the host looked through the electronic tablet in his hand and found that there was no name of Ascaree and Luo Fei.

"Hey, Brother Luo Fei won't participate in the competition?"

"Forget it this time."

"What a pity!" The blonde host sighed. He also hoped that the more powerful people participating in the competition, the better, but with Sun Wukong and Sun Bula, he was already very satisfied.

"I wish everyone good results here. Mr. Sun Wukong's goal must be the champion, come on!"

"Thank you." Sun Wukong said politely.

No. 18 flirted with a blonde hair, said coldly with a blank expression: "The champion is mine."

"Yes, Miss Lazili is also a popular candidate for the championship."

The blonde host laughed loudly, then waved his arms to maintain order in the venue. This time, he could all come to Sun Wukong and others to participate in the competition. The blonde host felt satisfied.

Next is the process of the selection competition. All registered players will draw lots in the martial arts club of the martial arts club, and then determine the top 128 masters. Since there are many participants, even if many are set up, this process will take a whole day.

By the evening, the top 128 were basically out. If nothing unexpected happened, Sun Wukong, Sun Bula, No. 18, Vegeta, Buli, Bick, Klin, Tianjin Fan, Bidili and others were all on the list.

According to the competition arrangement, a martial arts competition for the youth group will be held tomorrow. The top 128 will start on the afternoon of the next day. During this period, the finalists can have time to browse the scenery of the venue, but choices such as Vegeta will seize every moment to exercise themselves and will not waste time.

...

Just as the round of 128 selection was over, in the martial arts club of the martial arts club, a young man wearing a dark blue king god costume carried his hands on his back and floated thirty centimeters above the ground.
Chapter completed!