Chapter 6

"I remember Wuben, you haven't practiced for six or seven years." Kara cried in surprise. "By the way, you didn't practice for a while until you were five or six years old. Although this man doesn't look very good, it seems that he has practiced. You haven't practiced with him for so many years. Isn't it good?"

"What?"

Tianjin fan's eyes stared, and then his face looked ugly. He hadn't practiced in six or seven years, but he only practiced at the age of five or six. Unexpectedly, he wanted to fight with Tianjin fan.

"Too much, Tianjin rice." Jiaozi shrieked, pointing to sun Wuben with a small finger. "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to compare with Tianjin rice?"

"He's my brother," MIA said, looking at Sun Wuben suspiciously. "Wuben, you've been reading and haven't practiced seriously. This brother doesn't look weak. Do you... Still don't want it?"

"I know he's not a weak man. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't do it." Sun Wuben smiled and waved his hand to stop Mia's persuasion. "Don't worry, it's just that he's done it. It's nothing else. I can't do it. You go again. I think this Tianjin rice brother is a militant. He has a strong sense of martial arts. The more people he wants to do it with, the better."

As soon as he smoked from the corner of Tianjin's mouth, sun Wuben was right about his character, but

"Boy, I don't bully the weak. I don't have time to play with you."

"Tianjin rice, strictly speaking, I'm the first successor of Sun Wu's Taoist temple." Sun Wuben smiled and said, "I'm the son of sun Wuxian. You come to kick the hall and want to try the depth of sun Wuliu. What's wrong with me?"

"Really!" the Tianjin meal was also on fire, and the eyebrow tail was ferocious. "Since you want to die, that's all right."

"Wait a minute, Tianjin rice, let me fight him."

"Dumplings?" Tianjin rice looked at the dumplings and nodded. Although the dumplings were far inferior to him, few people could beat him in Kung Fu.

Sun Wuben looked up and down at the dumplings strangely. He looked at the dumplings very hairy, and then smiled: "your name is dumpling?"

"Yes, do you dare to fight with me?" the dumpling pointed to the monkey king.

"Good, good, good." Sun Wuben carried his hands on his back, as if Wulin elders saw good materials and jade and wanted to be disciples. "Your physique is very good. I ask you, how many of your special abilities have been developed?"

As soon as these words came out, Tianjin rice and dumplings stared round, as if they had seen a ghost.

"You... What did you say?" the dumpling screamed.

"How far and how many of your super abilities have been developed?" Sun Wuben smiled.

"How do you know?" Jiaozi screamed as if looking at the most terrible thing. He had the ability to communicate with his mind, and all he knew was Tianjin rice.

"I see." Sun Wuben smiled faintly. "I ask you, how many of your super abilities have been developed?"

"How many?" the dumpling stretched out ten fingers, repeated comparison, and finally came to the conclusion, "seven."

Sun Wuben was stunned, and Tianjin rice was stunned.

"Seven? How is it possible?" Sun Wuben screamed and then asked, "if you say one by one, how can there be seven? That's wrong." Sun Wuben had to doubt that there was something wrong with the arithmetic ability of dumplings. In the dragon ball world, at the world's first martial Arts Conference, dumplings were defeated by Kling because he was confused by Kling's arithmetic problems.

"I can talk to people's hearts. This is one. I have iron head skills. This is one. Add up... Seven!" dumplings bent their fingers.

"No?" Sun Wuben said incredulously.

The dumpling blinked: "no, by the way, I seem to be able to make people feel stomachache, but sometimes it doesn't work. I don't know whether it counts or not. That's all."

Sun Wuben took a smoke from the corner of his mouth, and the people also looked sad and laughing.

"It seems that your arithmetic is very bad. The sum of mind communication, super ability and iron head skill is three." Kara laughed.

Jiaozi was angry and stared at Sun Wuben angrily.

"It seems that you have basically developed all your super abilities," said Sun Wuben faintly with an old God's look, and then raised his eyebrows, "What you said about controlling people's stomachache, when they work and when they don't work, this is indeed a super ability, and it is a very useful super ability. His full version should be able to control people's actions. The reason why you work and don't work is that you don't have enough ability and don't control Qi well."

"Really?"

At this moment, sun Wuben was not only mysterious in the heart of dumplings, but also did not dare to underestimate the boy. He wisely didn't speak aside.

"Dumplings, isn't it? Your ability is wasted if you don't practice martial arts well. You are also lucky to meet me. There are no more than three people who can teach you well in the world." Sun Wuben said with a smile, but it's not pure fooling. People like dumplings and Tianjin rice can develop their potential only after the training of Ming teachers. Otherwise, it's a waste. Among the Dragon beads, Tianjin rice is OK. Dumplings have great super ability at the beginning, but they almost become soy sauce makers at the back.

"Hum!" Tianjin rice hummed coldly.

"Jiaozi, don't believe him." Tianjin rice made a dark move and said in his heart. He knew that jiaozi had the ability of spiritual communication. Naturally, jiaozi could hear this, "This boy does have some abilities, but I think he should be able to read his mind like you, so he can read some information from our reaction. He knows that you will have super abilities and iron head skills. He deliberately tells these pretending experts to scare us and deceive us to go to their ashram."

"I know." Jiaozi also woke up. He and Tianjin rice have gone a lot of places. Naturally, he has his own opinion.

"You..." the dumpling pointed to sun Wuben, "do you still fight?"

"I'm ready." Sun Wuben smiled faintly and looked at the dumplings with his back. "Dumpling little brother, let me see what degree you have reached."

"Good!"

Jiaozi stopped talking, squatted down slowly into a lunge, played a commonly used martial arts competition, and then saw a faint smile on the corner of Jiaozi's mouth.

Hoo!

A gust of wind blew, and jiaozi's body moved, as if a motorcycle suddenly opened to the maximum throttle rushed to sun Wuben. Even his feet running at the foot of Jiaozi were like flying electric fan leaves. At this moment, they almost disappeared.

As soon as an expert makes a move, he knows whether there is one.

As soon as the dumpling was made, Mia raised her mind. The speed of the dumpling was nothing to her, but it also reached a very high level. If it was placed in any Dojo, the speed could be ranked in the forefront.

Can Sun Wu handle it by instinct?

Mia Lian looked at Sun Wuben and was ready to rescue him at any time.

"So powerful!"

Although Kara is not a martial Taoist, she can be a resident of ginkgo village. She has seen many martial practitioners in Sun Wu's Taoist temple, and her vision has been trained.

"This little fart child called jiaozi looks like his whole body has no three or two weights of meat. His small arms and legs are so strong. Wuben is afraid..." Kara stared at Sun Wuben. Because sun Wuben showed a very high IQ since childhood, his family set the way of writing. Although he also practiced martial arts, he was instructed by his father to practice seriously for two years only when he was five or six years old, and then he completely put it down. These Karas also saw it.

Watching the dumplings approaching rapidly, sun Wuben stood motionless like a stone.

"Hide!"

Mia screamed, but Sun Wuben still stood, as if he couldn't react.

The fist held by the dumpling had already hit his thigh. Seeing that the small fist hit sun Wuben's thigh, sun Wuben's foot finally moved. The foot was like a leaf blown by the wind. With a strange rhythm, the fist of the dumpling hit his thigh.