Chapter 452： Piccolo

"Damn, who the **** is this guy, how could he have such a powerful qi? When will there be such a master on the earth?" Piccolo roared angrily in his heart, and the two sharp demon teeth almost broke.

There are so many powerful people on the earth, when will he clear the obstacles and complete the rule of the world?

Extreme anger and unwillingness flooded Piccolo's mind.

"Huh!" Bil Gil looked at Bick with interest, as if he was interested in his will. Suddenly, Bil Gil increased his momentum, and suddenly seemed to be in the ocean, Bick felt his own The body is constantly rolling, and the soul is frozen by this force.

Rumble!

The huge momentum rolled down, and the stone pillars underfoot quickly cracked, and then more and more cracks, broken stones fell one after another, Piccolo and the rock fell to the ground together, and a "person" was quickly pressed out on the ground. The depression of the glyph.

Gritting his teeth and straightening up, Piccolo tried hard to get up, but his body was like a mountain that made him unable to move.

After a while, Bill Gil looked at Piccolo who was panting, and quietly put away his momentum.

"It's not bad. Although the strength is fragile, the will on his body is still a little desirable." Piccolo's combat strength is not as good as 300. This kind of strength is the same as no one in the eyes of Bill Gill. The only thing that makes him It was Piccolo's fairly strong fighting spirit.

"Who are you, why didn't I know that there is a strong man like you on earth?" Piccolo struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Bill Gil with a complex expression.

During this period of time, he had learned about the history of the earth, except for Muyang, the **** of martial arts who seemed to be able to withstand the invasion of the demons, but Bik didn't care about it. But the appearance of this person before him broke his cognition.

From another angle, the opponent can only release a little momentum at will, and he can be suppressed. If he fights head-on, he may not even have the chance to fight back, and he will be completely killed.

Bill Gill smiled: "I am not a human being on Earth, but a Namekian like you."

Piccolo's pupils shrank: "What Namek, this uncle is the king of the demons."

Bill Gil shook his head: "Ignorance, you can't even count as a miscellaneous soldier in the Demon Race with your strength. It is ridiculous to claim to be the King of the Demon Race."

"How dare you say that!!"

When Piccolo heard this, he felt angry. He was the king of the demon clan, he was actually called a miscellaneous soldier by the man in front of him? How can I bear this! However, in the face of Bill Gil, what Piccolo was about to say got stuck in his throat and couldn't speak at all.

After all, the other party has such a powerful force, it seems that there is no need to deceive oneself.

"Boy, for the sake of being a Namekian, I will teach you to change the evil spirits in your body! The power of the demons, especially the power of the lower demons... staying with you will only lower your potential. Don't worry about such power."

"Can you make me stronger?" Piccolo didn't fully believe what Bill Gil said, but his desire to become stronger made him ask.

"It depends on your own will. No amount of others can help you."

"You just said that I am a Namekian?"

"Yes, as you can see, the Namekians are like us. Your parents had to leave the Namekians who fled to the earth due to the Cataclysm. So in essence, you should not Become a demon.” Of course, the words are full of disdain for the demon. You must know that the Namekians are a race that admires nature and loves peace, and there are very few evil generations.

Bir Gil naturally did not want to see a clansman with a strong talent continue to fall.

"..."

For the identity of the Namekians mentioned by Bill Gil, Piccolo remained silent and did not express.

"Next." At this moment, Bir Gil threw a cloth bag toward Piccolo, and Piccolo took it reflexively.

"What is this?"

Open the bag, Piccolo saw dozens of green dried lentils in the cloth bag, completely dehydrated, and looked particularly ugly.

What's this, Piccolo stared at the beans in his hand, and suddenly felt absurd.

This seemingly powerful Namekist appeared in front of him inexplicably. After giving him a prestige, he gave him dozens of beans. What did he want to do?

"This is called fairy beans, and you will know its usefulness soon."

Bill Gilr said indifferently, these fairy beans were the treasures he got from Mu Yang, if it weren't for the opponent's rare combat-type Namek, Bill Gilr would never take them out.

"Kacha!" Piccolo picked up a fairy bean and placed it in his mouth to bite it. Suddenly, he found an astonishing vitality spreading in his mouth, and all the previous fatigue and pain miraculously disappeared.

"This thing... It's amazing..." Piccolo's eyes widened suddenly, and he seemed to have endless energy when he clenched his fists. Then he looked at the dozens of fairy beans left in the bag, as if looking at the world. A rare baby.

"Great, with this thing, what else does the Demon Lord fear? The whole world will be mine sooner or later." Piccolo exclaimed excitedly, and the devilish energy on his body radiated again.

"Don't get overwhelmed!"

Bill Gil's face became cold, his arms flapped, and Bick flew out with a snap. The powerful force made Piccolo rush all the way, smashing several stone pillars in succession, and his body was embarrassed on the rocky cliff.

Bill Gilr ripped Piccolo from the stone wall: "Boy, I asked for the fairy bean thing from someone else, how can you be so wasteful!"

Bick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Bill Gil with piercing eyes.

"Master, I already know how powerful you are. Please teach me martial arts."

"It depends on your consciousness!"

There was a smile on the corner of Bill Gil's mouth.

...

A few months later.

The night was slightly cool, and the bright moon was in the sky.

The night in the desolate Yunzebit Highland was still cold and lonely, and Piccolo wore a cloak, condensing energy in the sky.

Suddenly he stared ahead, a ray of light flashed through his black pupils, and a stunned aura shot out from his eyes, hitting the rock wall not far away.

With a bang, the fine stones fell down.

At this moment, Piccolo's momentum rose wildly, and it rose several times in just a few seconds. His arms slammed open, and a hemispherical flash suddenly spread around Piccolo, like a single one. The sun rises from the horizon, and the vast plateau is instantly illuminated.

With a rumbling, a huge mushroom cloud rushed up, and the entire cloud was trembling in the high ground. The terrible storm directly destroyed the raised rocks and swept over.

Piccolo released his power to his heart's content. At this moment, he felt that the world was under his control Hahaha, I did it, and my power has increased several times. "

After months of hard work day and night, Piccolo was constantly trained by Bill Gille's purgatory. Although the process was difficult, today he finally performed an extremely powerful technique, and it felt quite painful.

Looking at the stone wall destroyed by him and the scorched yellow earth that collapsed below, Piccolo felt that everything was worth it.

High in the sky, Bill Gill with his hands on his back, looking at the energetic Piccolo below, nodded slightly: "Although the evil spirit on his body has not been completely removed, the faint desire to fight has suppressed the evil spirit. It's not bad, it is a fighting type. Namek."

"It's a pity that the origin and soul are missing, otherwise it may not be impossible to become a super Namek!"

All dragons with excellent talents have extraordinary potential. If Piccolo is in a complete state, it will have more development potential than Slag.

It's a pity now.