Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 174 Are you satisfied with this, Master? (Second update)

After dealing with Zhang Chulan, Yamucha turned around and looked at the old Taoist priest and said, "Are you satisfied with this, Master?"

The reason why Yamcha was called here to talk in private was, of course, to ask for his help.

"Satisfied, of course satisfied."

The old Taoist priest stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Seeing that you care so much about your nephew, I am so happy."

Seeing the old Taoist priest trying his best to hide his smile, Yamcha shook his head with amusement: "Master, isn't this what you planned from the beginning?"

"Haha. You guessed it right again."

A cynical old boy.

But such a master is not annoying.

Besides, Yamcha doesn't dislike Zhang Chulan, so it's no big deal to help him.

"Nephew, please wait outside. I have something to say to Master."

"By the way, remember not to call me Junior Master Uncle in front of outsiders in the future."

Before Zhang Chulan could react, Yamcha said, "Just call me uncle."

Zhang Chulan:
Okay, okay, you're taking advantage of me, huh?
Although he was thinking this in his heart, he still listened to Yamcha's words.

"What's so mysterious about it?"

The old Taoist priest happily picked up the teacup, but Yamucha's next words made his face suddenly change, and he couldn't drink the tea at all.

"Master, I have found a way to treat Uncle Tian's injuries."

The junior brother of the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei is called Tian Jinzhong, an orthodox Taoist priest of the Zhengyi School in Mount Longhu. He came down the mountain because of Zhang Chulan’s grandfather, but was eventually crippled.

However, he also learned many secrets. In order to keep these secrets, Mr. Tian chose to practice Jinggong.
Because he was afraid that he would tell those secrets in his sleep.

The so-called quiet practice can be simply put as not sleeping.

He replaced sleep with a way to conserve his energy, so Mr. Tian's eyes were red.

The phrase "loyalty and righteousness" is the most appropriate to describe Mr. Tian.

"What!?"

The old Taoist priest changed his usual behavior and looked directly at Yamcha. After making sure that the other party was not joking, he said in an almost trembling voice: "Do you really have a solution?"

The injury on his junior brother's body has always been an indelible shadow in his heart. Whenever he sees Old Tian, ​​the old master will unconsciously reveal a trace of guilt. He should have replaced his junior brother back then.

This is also one of the very few things in this world that can cause the old master to have emotional fluctuations.

Yamcha answered the old Taoist priest very confidently: "I can heal physical injuries, but I am powerless against spiritual illnesses."

It is not difficult for Yamcha now to have his limbs broken and all his abilities wasted, as he can use the water of life, Senzu Beans, Moo Moo Milk, or the blood bottle from the YGGDRASIL world to do it. The key to the problem is that Mr. Tian’s biggest concern is his heart disease.

If you can't resolve this mental illness, it won't mean much even if it is cured.

Mr. Tian has too much on his shoulders.

"Is it."

The old Taoist priest paused for a moment and sighed softly.

"You are interested."

He also knew that Yamcha was right, it was the heart disease that mattered.

There are ways to regenerate severed limbs in this world, but if the heart disease is not resolved, there is not much point in curing it.

"Master, how about you just listen to me first?"

“Just because I can’t be cured doesn’t mean I don’t have a solution.”

"What are you still talking about with me, you bastard? Tell me now!"

“This matter cannot be rushed”

"I know you know people from the outside world. I also know you invited them to this conference. I want you to invite them in advance."

"They have the key to solving Uncle Tian's problem."

According to the original setting of "One Person Under Heaven", the old Taoist priest is the "One Person Under Heaven" in Greater China, and that person represents the "One Person Under Heaven" in the West. "Are you sure?"

"of course."

Even if he fails, he still has plan B. The 'Pawnshop No. 8' is not impossible. There are also plans C, D, and E.
"Okay, I'll call him in a minute."

In fact, sending WeChat is the most convenient way, but the problem is that it is not available abroad.

"By the way, teacher. There are quite a few little mice mixed in this conference."

"They are all things that are not presentable."

With the old Taoist priest's skills, how could he not see the little tricks of some people? He just beat one and there were another one that kept going on, so he just didn't bother to care.

"If they just join in and make up the numbers then that's fine, otherwise..."

"Teacher, you don't mind, do you?"

Yamcha didn't say anything else, but his meaning was very clear.

The old Taoist priest laughed and waved his hand: "Just do whatever you want to do."

"Also, you will be the referee of this conference."

"no problem."

That afternoon, Zhang Chulan began his formal training journey.

If he could choose again, he would definitely not agree to let Yamcha train him.

That was a special training that was even more terrifying than hell.

"Uncle, why do I have to carry such a heavy thing? And it's so ugly!"

At this time, Zhang Chulan was carrying a huge tortoise shell on his back.

"Have you watched too much Dragon Ball?"

"I have the energy to complain, but it seems the weight is still too light."

As he spoke, Yamcha took out an enlarged turtle shell from somewhere.

At that moment, Zhang Chulan's face turned green.

Although he was not a disciple of Master Kame, he had stayed with Wu Taidou for a period of time, so he also knew what Master Kame taught.

"Hold the grass! Hold the grass! Hold the grass!"

"Uncle, are you serious?!"

Zhang Chulan’s miserable screams were heard from the backyard of Longhu Mountain.

The wind elves summoned by Yamcha formed a circle and continuously released wind blades that could easily cut through steel towards Zhang Chulan, and the key was that they specifically aimed at his vital parts.

It is called training reaction ability.

Anyway, even if a part of it is cut off by the wind blade, Yamcha can make it grow again.

But Zhang Chulan didn't know that in his eyes, Yamcha was simply a devil, and if he wasn't careful he would turn from a virgin Zhang into a eunuch Zhang.

"The Golden Light Spell is not meant to be used like you did. There is no need to make half the sky glow with golden light. The important thing is defense!"

As the roar of the 'metal behemoth' ended, the golden light on Zhang Chulan's body dissipated, and he lay on the ground with his tongue hanging out, as tired as a dead dog.

"Why would you have something like that? ! ! "

Zhang Chulan had a thousand complaints stuck in his throat at the moment, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"You're defeated like this? I only fired one burst of bullets. I'll give you fifteen minutes to rest. Come again!"

Yamcha said this with disdain, threw a bottle of Moo Moo milk to Zhang Chulan, and began to load bullets into the machine in his hand.

Namo Gatling Bodhisattva is online again.

A week later, Zhang Chulan took off the turtle shell with tears in his eyes and embarked on the official journey of Luotian Dazhan.

(End of this chapter)