Dragon Ball Guilty

As soon as I stepped into Frying Pan Mountain, I felt a rolling heat wave coming over me, as if I was in a steam oven. Beads of sweat were visible on the foreheads of four people, including Feng Zi. Compared with other places, the temperature here was at least dozens of degrees higher. Even the ground was scorching hot.

"What the hell is this place that makes me sweat all over my body!" Bulma complained while wiping the sweat from her face with a handkerchief.

Oolong gasped and said, "Yes, yes, I'm almost ready."

"When you cook it, it will be delicious." Feng Zi said, ignoring Wulong's ugly expression, and took off the clothes on his upper body, revealing his sharp muscles.

Sun Wukong also looked good, imitating Feng Zi and taking off his upper body clothes.

Bulma looked at Feng Zi's thin body and didn't expect to have such strong muscles. Her face turned red and the embarrassing scene in the toilet came to mind.

Several people kept walking forward, getting closer and closer to the huge castle built in flames.

"I wonder what that Bull Demon King looks like?" Bulma found a topic and said.

Feng Zi imagined it for a moment and replied: "It should be a very tall guy, and he looks very ferocious..." Suddenly, Feng Zi stopped talking and looked straight behind him.

Seeing the change in Feng Zi's expression, Bulma and others also looked behind them curiously. I saw a middle-aged man who was five meters tall, wearing half a steel helmet, with horns on his head, and a beard on his chin, standing behind a few people. In his hand was a huge and sharp axe. .

"Bull Demon King!" Oolong exclaimed, and almost everyone confirmed the identity of this man. He was the owner of Frying Pan Mountain, the famous Bull Demon King.

Feng Zi looked at the Bull Demon King with interest. Although he was a level 20 guy, he had a white name, which meant that the Bull Demon King was not a monster.

Feng Zi chuckled a few times and said, "Are you the Bull Demon King? It seems you are not as cruel as the legend says!"

The Bull Demon King focused his gaze on Feng Zi and said in a deep voice: "You are here, do you want to take advantage of my baby?"

"Hey, that uncle called the Bull Demon King, what can I do to make you hate me?" Feng Zi suddenly said something incomprehensible. Everyone was confused and didn't know why Feng Zi asked.

The Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Zi suddenly took a step forward, ignoring the dissuasion of Bulma and others beside her, and walked straight to the Bull Demon King.

"Would you be angry if I punched you like this?" After saying that, before the Bull Demon King could react, a cold light burst out from Feng Zi's eyes, and his whole figure suddenly moved forward. With one step, the sharp fist hit the Bull Demon King directly in the chest without any obstruction.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The Bull Demon King fell backwards and barely managed to land on the ground with the ax in his hand to stabilize his huge body.

Bulma and others took a breath of air, they never expected that Feng Zi would do such an amazing move.

"It's over, Feng Zi is causing trouble. When the Bull Demon King shows off his power, we will also be implicated. Let's run away first!" Wulong blocked his eyes with his hands. He couldn't bear to watch the next battle, feeling in his heart The idea of ​​​​escape came up, so he said anxiously to Bulma.

Bulma looked at Feng Zi's back, shook his head at Oolong and said, "I believe Feng Zi, he has always been a violent man with extreme perversion. There should be no problem in dealing with this Bull Demon King."

"Yes, Brother Feng Zi looks much stronger than that Bull Demon King!" Sun Wukong said in agreement.

The Bull Demon King clenched his fists, and his whole body erupted with a majestic aura, just like the demon god returning from hell. The eyes covered by the goggles revealed a cruel light, and the whole person was filled with murderous desire. In Feng Zi's sight, the originally white name of the Bull Demon King began to become more and more red.

"Great!" Feng Zi whispered, and then said to Bulma: "Give me my sickle!"

"Okay!" Bulma responded, UU reading www.uukanshu. net ran to the car parked on the roadside to look for Feng Zi's sickle.

Bulma looked at the scythe loaded in the trunk depressedly. She found it after looking for it, but the weight of several hundred kilograms made it difficult for a weak woman to pick it up.

"Wukong, help me give the sickle to Feng Zi!" Bulma greeted Sun Wukong and ordered.

Sun Wukong effortlessly handed the heavy sickle to Feng Zi. Feng Zi held the huge sickle, and his whole body was in a stalemate with the Bull Demon King's momentum.

"Roar!" The Bull Demon King was furious. He was very angry now. The dignified Demon King was actually punched by an unknown kid. This was undoubtedly unacceptable to the Bull Demon King's self-esteem.

The huge ax in the hand of the Bull Demon King blew up gusts of evil wind. The moment he swung it, dust flew up and it fell down with the power to break mountains.

Feng Zi did not dodge, her eyes were fixed on the ax that was about to fall, the corners of her mouth curved, and her figure quickly disappeared from the eyes of the Bull Demon King.

"What?" The Bull Demon King watched in disbelief as Feng Zi mysteriously disappeared in front of him. Driven by the power of the axe, the Bull Demon King couldn't control the balance of his feet because his attack failed, and he took a big step forward.

Behind the Bull Demon King, Feng Zi appeared like a ghost, raised the sickle in his right hand, and without any tricks, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell straight down.

The sickle in Feng Zi's hand swept across, and in an instant, a bloody gash appeared on the thick leather armor on the Bull Demon King's body.

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