Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

"Haotian Hammer...Haotian Douluo...Haotian Sect...Boss, why am I a little confused?" He asked if he didn't understand. Standing at the door of Lanba Academy, Tailong scratched his head and looked at Yang with a puzzled expression. Breaking the military.

With a piece of blue silver grass in his mouth, Yang Pojun raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"I have never heard of the Haotian Douluo, but I have heard of the Haotian Hammer for a long time. Isn't that the inherited martial spirit of the Haotian Sect, the number one sect in the mainland?" His brows were furrowed, and a big word "囧" was hung on the on Tyrone's face.

"Well, what's the problem?" Yang Pojun nodded and looked at Tailong in disbelief.

"In this case, then Tang San's father should be from the Haotian Sect, but why does this Tang San deny his own origin?" Tai Long pursed his lips, feeling that he had a father who had a titled Douluo, and he was from the best sect in the world. This should be a matter of great pride, why is this guy so secretive?

Yang Pojun let out a 'hehe' and sneered: "It's true that Haotian Douluo was born in the Haotian Sect, but this Tang San didn't lie either. He is indeed not from the Haotian Sect!"

"Is he an illegitimate child?" Tailong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world!

Shaking his head slightly, Yang Pojun asked lightly: "Do you know the origin of the Force Clan?"

"Huh?" Tai Long was stunned, and turned to look at Yang Pojun with a puzzled look on his face: "Where does it come from? What's the origin?"

See, this is the reason why Yang Pojun has always been wary of the Li clan. They and he have never been on the same page.

No one in the whole clan dares to forget the tragic experience of the Po Zhi clan. It is the anger of hatred that inspires the next generation to practice hard.

The bloody lessons of our ancestors remind future generations that without strength, you are just a pawn that others can easily discard. There is no safe haven in the world, and you are the ultimate refuge.

Although there is no slogan of revenge, every clan member is holding a fire in their heart. The clan has paved the way for survival with blood. How dare we and the younger generations not to work hard.

Perhaps relatively speaking, the losses suffered by the Force Clan were minimal at the beginning, or perhaps it was to preserve the clan members.

Titan obviously intended to downplay what had happened.

As a direct descendant, Tai Long didn't know what happened back then. You can imagine the attitude of the entire force clan towards the Haotian Sect.

"Nothing!" He glanced at Tai Lung and spat out the bluesilver grass in his mouth. Since Titan didn't want Tai Lung to know everything in the past, why did he have to be a villain to popularize it for him?

"Boss, do you know something?" His heart moved, his breathing became a little faster, and Tai Long's face changed slightly.

"It's a confusing account, so don't mention it!" Waving his hand, Yang Pojun looked at Tailong with a smile, saying that if we don't agree with each other, there's no need to say anything more.

the other side……

"Hey...you really want to go in?"

In front of the door of the girls' dormitory, a slightly plump aunt blocked Tang San's way with her hands on her hips and an evil look on her face.

"Auntie, I'm here to find someone!" Tang San looked slightly anxious.

"You see, well... do you know the words?" The aunt glanced at Tang San, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

Without needing to be reminded by his aunt, Tang San had already seen the big words standing on the side: "Girls dormitory, boys stop!"

"Auntie, my sister is sick, I want to go see her!" Thinking of Xiao Wu's lost state yesterday, Tang San felt extremely sad.

"Your sister?" Auntie raised her eyes to look at Tang San and sneered: "Young man, this is not a very clever excuse. If you get sick, a healing spirit master will naturally deal with it. You'd better wait here obediently!"

"You..." A sharp gaze suddenly shot out of Tang San's face, his face filled with anger, his fists clenched, his chewing muscles bulging.

"What do you want to do?" Auntie subconsciously took a step back and stared at the furious Tang San warily.

"Xiao San...are you here to see Xiao Wu?" Ning Rongrong saw the tense Tang San from a distance, and Ning Rongrong took two steps to run.

"Huh...Rongrong, how is Xiaowu doing? I want to see her!" Seeing Ning Rongrong, the evil aura between Tang San's brows softened slightly.

The aunt on the side was finally relieved and regained a sense of security. If Ning Rongrong hadn't appeared, she would have called someone.

"Well, don't worry, I will take good care of Xiao Wu. You wait here, I will go in and take a look."

After finishing speaking, Ning Rongrong ran to the aunt and muttered a few words. The aunt looked at Tang San in surprise and finally nodded.

Not long after, Tang San saw Ning Rongrong running out.

"Where is Xiao Wu? How is she?" Not seeing Xiao Wu, Tang San's heart instantly sank, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

"Xiao Wu has fallen asleep. It looks like everything is fine!" I don't know whether it was because he was running in a hurry or for other reasons, but Ning Rongrong's eyes averted when he spoke and his face turned red.

Perhaps out of deep thought, Tang San didn't notice the unnatural tone in Ning Rongrong's words, nor the strange look on her face.

"Huh... It's okay, Rongrong, I'll leave it to you, Xiao Wu." Exhaling, Tang San's frown gradually relaxed.

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu will be fine as long as I'm here. I'm an auxiliary soul master!" Ning Rongrong forced a smile and comforted Tang San.

"Auntie, I'm sorry just now, I was reckless!" After hearing that Xiao Wu was safe and sound, Tang San bowed to his aunt.

"Humph——" Auntie didn't give Tang San a good look, she glared at him, turned around and walked back to the dormitory.

"Rongrong, I have to go out for something. If Xiao Wu wakes up, tell her that I will come and see her tomorrow morning."

Tang San's expression was a little solemn. To be honest, under normal circumstances, he would definitely have noticed Ning Rongrong's strange behavior at this time.

However, at this moment, his mind had already flown to other places, and he was completely unaware of Ning Rongrong's unnatural expression.

If he wasn't worried about Xiao Wu, he would have wanted to go home with Tai Long right away to meet the grandfather who claimed to be his father's old friend.

There were too many doubts, too many incomprehensions, and too many incredible things in his heart. He needed someone who understood his father to help him solve his doubts.

First, he wanted to know whether his father was the Titled Douluo that others thought he was.

If so, how could he be reduced to such a state, living in a muddle all day long, drinking the worst quality wine, and doing the most menial job.

Second, he wanted to know information about his mother.

He still clearly remembers how frantic his father was when he mentioned his mother.

Third, he wanted to know what connection he had with the number one sect on the continent.

Of course he knew the name of the Clear Sky Sect, but he never expected that his little black hammer was actually the Clear Sky Hammer, the inherited martial spirit of the first sect in the mainland.

Doubt after doubt lingered in Tang San's heart. Neither Master nor Flanders knew anything about his father. Now, Tailong's grandfather actually said that he knew his father, which made Tang San seem to see a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Now that he knows his father, he can definitely solve the doubts in his heart.