Chapter 261

"Where's teacher Wu Tian?"

"There is no news from Mr. Wu Tian, and those martial artists who sent them don't know when they will be able to come back!"

Bad news came one after another. Sergeant bearded waved his hand powerlessly. If they don't get external supplies in this way, they will soon run out of ammunition and food.

At present, there are only two methods that are most likely to defeat man-made man. One is to use scientific and technological means to develop more powerful weapons or find out the weakness of man-made man. In this regard, scientists led by universal capsule are already implementing. However, with the emergence of man-made man, a large number of scientists have died. Therefore, relying on the power of the remaining scientists, the progress of research is very slow, Hope is very slim.

In addition to scientific and technological means, another way is to cultivate outstanding martial Taoists. It is said that there was a group of very powerful Dragon Ball soldiers 13 years ago. They fought to the death with man-made people in order to protect the peace of the earth, but they failed in the end.

Compared with the first method, the second method is more likely to succeed.

"Since there have been soldiers on earth who can fight with man-made people, it must be possible now!"

Sergeant bearded was looking forward to seeing that although he had not seen the heroes of more than ten years ago, he was lucky to see the successor of those heroes, Mr. Sun WuFan, who was indeed a soldier who could compete with man-made men.

"Teacher Wu Tian was once called the God of martial arts. He must be able to train those martial artists."

They can only hope like this. Whether they deceive themselves or others, they can't lose this hope, because when they really lose hope, it means that the people on earth are really going to be destroyed.

At the same time, the other side of the earth.

An island surrounded by the sea.

The island is not big. The area of ten kilometers is surrounded by the rough ocean. The waves beat and rolled up magnificent scenes. In this small place, it breeds the last hope of mankind.

"Practice carefully. The cultivation of martial arts lies in self-improvement."

"You, and you, your movements are too stiff. You can move faster. It's wrong. Don't use up your strength when you punch!"

"The cultivation of Qi is a long process. Don't rush."

There are only a few small bungalows on the flat Island, and there is a not particularly spacious martial arts field in the middle. At this time, more than 100 young teenagers with bare upper body are sweating and waving their fists. Under the hot sun, all of these people's faces are covered with beads of sweat, but they still train meticulously without any complaints.

Not far away, a group of girls who are also doing hard training are dancing their hands and feet, punching, raising their feet and attacking each other under the guidance of the instructor.

These teenagers and girls who are divided into two camps for training are martial arts practitioners selected from all over the world. They are young and most plastic.

"Instructor bidilly, when can we defeat those man-made people?" During the break, a pretty girl with short hair came up to the instructor and asked.

Bidili opened her mouth, turned into a bitter smile, shook her head and said, "the power of man-made man is beyond our imagination. Your power is still far from enough."

"Practice seriously. You will succeed one day."

Bidelli encouraged the girls.

At this time, bidili's thoughts drifted back to more than ten years ago. At that time, man-made people had not appeared, and the earth was still a scene of prosperity and peace. However, with the emergence of man-made people, all the victories in the world have become purgatory. Most of the girls in these training grounds are minors. They have never experienced such a peaceful life, and they don't know if they have hope to see it in this life.

With a sigh, bidili took back her thoughts and looked vaguely at the people who had been intensively trained in the martial arts field.

"Aunt Qiqi, where is WuFan now?" Biddy walked up to a middle-aged woman and asked.

This middle-aged woman is Sun Wukong's wife Qiqi and the mother of sun WuFan, the benefactor who saved herself. If it weren't for sun WuFan, she might have died early in the riot.

After several years of getting along, bidili knew that Aunt Qiqi was also an excellent martial artist. It was only because she had been a housewife for many years that her cultivation was abandoned. She didn't start practicing again until her husband monkey king died and man-made people appeared! Now he is the chief instructor of the girl group in the training camp.

Qiqi sighed, looked at bidili in her youth and said, "WuFan is training at bulma now. I don't know when she will come back."

Qiqi and bidili are both rare martial Taoists on the earth. However, both bidili and Qiqi know that only sunwufan can really deal with man-made people on the earth. Of course, it may also include the non adult Tranks, because they have half the blood of the Saiyan people, and their growth potential is much higher than that of the people on the earth.

Compared with the Saiya, the earthlings are really not worth mentioning.

"Yes." Bidilly sighed faintly. She felt that she sighed more and more these days.

"Aunt Qiqi and I have less than 500 fighting power now. We have no ability to fight back in front of man-made people. What we can do now is to train these children together with teacher Wu Tian and immortal Kailin. Maybe there will be experts like master Kelin and Tianjin rice among them."

The earth is facing an unprecedented crisis than it was a few hundred years ago. After all, at that time, the big demon king bick wanted to rule mankind, and many people survived, but now, man-made people exist purely for killing.

Because of the continuous killing of man-made people, the number of people on earth has been sharply reduced to less than 10 million.

From billions to less than 10 million, one can imagine the tragedy.

What is particularly indignant is that most of these survivors struggle on the edge of life and death, and they are not single-minded. There are some cruel and evil people in them.

Bidili, who knows the inside story, knows that if one doesn't do well, the earth man may become extinct in recent years.

"Kiki, let everyone have a rest." An old voice came, and the fairy turtle with a white beard came wearily.

"OK, Mr. Wu Tian."

Qiqi replied that she had always opposed sun WuFan's taking the road of martial Taoism, hoping that he could become a scholar, but it was really the end of the world that she found that nothing is a scholar, and scholars really have no role in the end of the world. Now what is missing on the earth is not scholars, but powerful soldiers.

"Teacher Wu Tian, are there any good seedlings that can grow among these people?" Bidelli asked.

The tortoise fairy thought slightly, shook his head and said, "if they had been put in the past, they would have been very good, but our opponent is man-made man... They are still far behind Wukong and klin."

The tortoise immortal has lived for hundreds of years. Naturally, he doesn't hesitate to die. If it weren't for the lack of martial Taoists on the earth, he would have gone to work hard with man-made people. Where would he live until now?

"Unfortunately, bick is also dead, otherwise we can save everyone with dragon beads." Oolong said in frustration.

"Well, don't be listless. Not long ago, I heard WuFan say that bulma's research has made new progress, and maybe it can make more powerful weapons!" Blonde Lanqi said, holding the submachine gun in her hand.

After leaving the turtle fairy house more than 20 years ago, blonde Lanqi followed Tianjin rice outside. However, Tianjin rice was bent on martial arts and didn't respond to feelings until the man-made man appeared 13 years ago. Lanqi was reunited with oolong and others again.

"Don't try your best. Ordinary weapons are useless to man-made people." Oolong said.

"What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll make you a roast suckling pig." Blonde Lanqi immediately took out a machine gun and threatened her.

Looking at the scene of blonde Lanqi and oolong fighting, the tortoise fairy can't help recalling the picture in the tortoise fairy house decades ago. Unfortunately, now time is passing and time is gone. People and things in those years have changed