Rebirth of the Seven Dragon Balls I just Want to Live Forever - Chapter 734

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The supreme headquarters of the War Fortress.

Dragon God Salama appeared in the hall with seven people.

“Your Majesty.”

“Thanks for your hard work.”

“It’s not hard.”

Dragon God replied respectfully, glanced at Ponzi with dissatisfaction, turned around and walked towards Bobo, and then stood behind him.

Ponzi waited for everyone to look at it and digest it before he spoke preemptively.

He looked at the two people on the high platform coldly.

“Bobo, what do you mean?”

Before Bobo could speak, Dragon God jumped out.

“Bold.”

Ponzi was not frightened by the Dragon God at all.

This time, he was really a little angry.

The energy has spread here.

Not to mention other things, he could sense that there were at least hundreds of thousands of people practicing.

He is the founder of this line of practice, so it is not clear how he can do it.

Even if they are suppressed here, the surge in the power of luck cannot be faked.

I originally thought it was because my disciples came up, but the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong.

After returning from Area Zero, his doubts deepened. The moment he saw the Dragon God, he understood everything.

My disciples and others are strong, but here, they absolutely cannot provide so much power of faith, and the concentration is gradually increasing.

Thinking about it this way, something is obviously wrong.

Therefore, he was sure that Qi Dao had been spread.

But what’s the result?

Bobo didn’t explain or say anything, and the higher-ups who could sense it were unmoved and allowed the lower-level people to surround Ponzi.

What do they want to do? Who doesn’t know these people?

“Salama, don’t show off your power here. The practice of Qi Dao is very comfortable, right?”

Ponzi smiled coldly and faced the Dragon God’s eyes without any fear.

Dragon God’s originally angry momentum suddenly weakened.

“That’s not the reason why you can contradict Your Majesty like this.”

Bardock’s eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

What did he see?

Ponzi dared to contradict His Majesty so impulsively and rudely.

Then how high should his position be?

In addition, the attendant beside him was always speaking, so His Majesty remained silent.

This further established Ponzi’s incredible identity.

Piccolo was shaking all over, unable to show a single expression when he spoke excitedly.

No matter how calm and composed he is, he can’t keep it up for now.

He always felt that whether it was the mysterious golden robe or the person in black robe in front of him, there was an inexplicable feeling of familiarity and admiration.

Now, everything is clear.

The one standing on it turned out to be the god of their Namek clan.

Dragon God Salama.

Sun Wukong didn’t even react, and looked around curiously, even a little indifferent to their quarrel.

How could there be a violent conflict where Ponzi was?

This place is different from his experience, so naturally he has to take a closer look.

Ponzi told them about the origins of the Nameks and Saiyans.

The two races can be said to have the same common ancestor.

What now?

Piccolo finally woke up,

Sun Wukong was still looking around curiously like a monkey.

I have to lament the gap between the two races, and also lament the good luck of Sun Wukong.

In fact, after he left the Dragon Ball world, Sun Wukong had completely lost his good luck and the aura of the protagonist.

For such a long time, no one who likes Sun Wukong has been welcomed again, which is enough to explain everything.

If that wasn’t enough, he didn’t encounter any trouble along the way. Everything started because of Ponzi.

Don’t dislike trouble. Sometimes, trouble represents opportunity.

Now, Sun Wukong no longer has this ability, or the aura on him has disappeared.

At least, he has never met anyone here, no matter who he faces.

“Stop coming, Bobo, just tell me what you want to do!”

Now, in addition to Bardock, there was also Piccolo who looked terrified.

This is often the case. When you don’t know the identity of the other person, you are naturally fearless, but once you know that the other person claims to have a distinguished identity, you can no longer be casual.

But Ponzi didn’t care. He had dared to talk to Bobo like this when he was very weak.

What’s more, his role is even greater now.

“What do you want me to do?”

Ponzi pondered for a moment, thinking about his disciples and sister.

Gritting his teeth.

“Give them an identity.”

“What’s the meaning?”

“You know.”

“Impossible, this will have an impact on the existing order.”

“That’s absolutely your own business. Anyway, if you don’t do this, the bloodthirsty world will definitely have a greater impact on you.”

“Then hand over the remaining two.”

Ponzi flatly refused.

“Impossible, then why should I give them identities?”

Bulma, Dumpling and others watched curiously as Ponzi and Bobo were bargaining and playing charades.

Before they could think clearly, Ponzi had decided to let them go completely.

Paved the way for them.

This time, if their identity issue is resolved, his departure will be a matter of course.

No worries anymore.

No one understands what Ponzi wants.

Bobo understood.