Along the way, Ling Yi experienced a lot silently, and he was growing rapidly. His combat skills may not have been much enhanced, but his heart was getting calmer and calmer, and his mental state of mind was getting higher and higher. When facing many things, he would understand and think carefully. If this continues, he would not make him too arrogant or fear anything.

Two months later, Ling Yi came to the island where the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association was held with a calm expression.

The martial arts club is very lively and the crowd is quite dense. When he sees such an occasion, he also smiles on his face. When the people around him, Wu Qingliu disciples who knew him immediately changed their faces and secretly pointed out to him.

"Look, that's Ling Yi, Wu Qingliu's genius. Legend has it that he chose the headquarters' museum, but was subdued by his ancestors and ordered him to come to participate in this world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association."

"Shh, although that guy is young, his strength is extraordinary. We should not talk nonsense."

"You don't know how powerful he is. He almost swept all Wu Qingliu's martial arts halls."

"According to my opinion, he is the number one in the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association this time!"

A group of Wu Qingliu's disciples were discussing secretly.

When Ling Yi heard these comments, his eyes flashed slightly, but there was no turmoil in his heart. He might have been proud and angry in the past, but at this moment, he could not cause any emotional fluctuations.

In the remote corner, a young man with a third eye on his forehead also heard these comments and couldn't help but turn his head to Ling Yi.

"Tianjin Fan, that guy seems to be very powerful." Next to him, a short and cute guy pointed at Ling Yi and said.

"Duozi, you are right. This person named Ling Yi is indeed very powerful."

"This time, maybe it's him."

Tianjin rice is solemn.

At the same moment, Ling Yi also felt the sight from behind, turned around, saw Tianjin Fried Chia and Jiaozi, and was stunned, nodded and greeted them.

Tianjin rice and dumplings also nodded and returned the gift.

As the three of them swept the first side, a group of people outside the field gathered together.

"Haha, Goku, you have changed a lot during this period!"

"Isn't it even more powerful?"

Clin said with a big laugh, the turtle fairy stood beside him, her eyes swept around under her sunglasses, looking for the big beautiful woman. After finding her saliva immediately flowed out.

This group of people gathered together for a long time, including Sun Wukong, Klin, Yamucha, Buma, etc.

"This time, the world's number one martial arts meeting, Wukong, do you have confidence?" Buma said with a smile.

"No problem! I have become stronger after hard practice!" Sun Wukong said with a confident smile.

Then everyone went to sign up, then looked for a place to live, had a big meal, started to rest, and waited for the start of the competition.

Ling Yi also picked up his pen and wrote his name, and walked towards a corner.

He had very little money and was not enough to support him to live here. So he found a big tree on his own, jumped up, half lying on the tree, and began to rest.

During this period, he hiked and encountered rivers and seas. He relied on his hands to swim over. When he was hungry, he picked wild fruits, killed animals and ate them. When he was sleepy, he found a densely shaded tree and lay on the branches to rest. He had long been used to living close to nature in this way, and in this way, he had a deeper understanding of all the martial arts of Wu Qingliu.

The competition was held one day later, and Ling Yi walked around to see the power of other contestants. After visiting around, he nodded secretly. Those who could participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts association must be considered masters on earth. They practice martial arts, exercise themselves, and even if their bodies are not as good as other warriors in the universe, they have more tricks in their tricks.

On the afternoon of the next day, two figures came here. Compared to the dense crowds and the lively voices, the arrival of these two people seemed very ordinary.

"Great Elder, we want to be late."

Looking at the many workers of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association who were preparing for the venue, Seyya spoke.

"We haven't started yet, we're not late." Yang Qing said with a smile.

"Where is that boy Ling Yi?" Seya asked, starting to search everywhere. Seya remembered the guy who made him foolishly.

He also admired this kid in his heart. Such a weak combat power could actually make him suffer.

You should know that even in the universe, there are very few powerful people who can fight against you, but this kid can only say that it is incredible.

"Don't rush to search. When the competition starts, you will naturally see him." Yang Qing said with a smile.

Afterwards, the two went to find a high-end hotel to rest. They had enough money, so they naturally didn't need to be home like Ling Yi.

After a comfortable sleep, the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting finally started today.

The host wearing a black suit and sunglasses started the game and said a little bit, followed by the opponents on the stage one by one.

Closed his eyes, Yang Qing sat in the audience to rest, and Seyya looked below bored.

"These people are all too weak, and their moves are bad, and there is nothing to be desired!"

"Bored, boring, so boring. I really want to slap them to death!"

"Mad, is this also called fighting? It's soft, powerless, and has no killing intention. I really can't stand it anymore!"

Seyah kept complaining, making the audience who were watching with relish glaring at him, but Seyah was tall and looked very strong, but it made these people helpless.

"What are you looking at? Are you wrong about what I said?"

Facing everyone's eyes, Seyah cursed back without hesitation.

After the game continued for a while, Seyah's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, that boy?"

Hearing Seyya's voice, Yang Qing also opened her eyes.

He looked at the competition stage and saw a familiar voice.

With fluffy hair, red martial arts uniform, a golden cudgel on his back, and a big smile on his face, it was Sun Wukong.

"The Saiyan who forgot his identity." Saiyan's tone was a little angry, "Let me see, what's strange about him."

Then Seyah held his hands and looked down.
Chapter completed!