Douluo Warriors: Thunder Warriors

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Even Titled Douluo may not have this kind of thing. Yang Zhen, who has a domain at the soul master stage, is undoubtedly synonymous with genius.

"Okay, stop talking. If we keep talking, I'm going to explode. I'd better take you to the college dormitory first." Dai Mubai couldn't help but stop him.

This is not that he is narrow-minded, but how can I put it? It feels like someone gave you a fruit, but when you took a bite, you found that it was a lemon, sour, sour!

After a few minutes, Dai Mubai led them to a row of wooden houses, and then said: "Our dormitory is here, two people live in a wooden house, you can choose for yourself." Then he glanced at Ning Rongrong again , said: "You also know the conditions of our college, so I hope you can overcome the difficulties."

"It's okay, Xiao Wu, let's share a room!" Ning Rongrong took Xiao Wu's arm and went to choose a room. After Xiao Wu was taken away, she would look back at Tang San from time to time, sticking out her pink tongue to express her helplessness.

Zhu Zhuqing chose a room to live in by himself. There were only three women in this college, so they couldn't live in the same room with men.

At this time, the door of one of the rooms opened, and it was the bearded Oscar just now, who asked the other two: "Which of you will come to live with me? I only live here by myself."

Yang Zhen and Tang San looked at each other.

Yang Zhen's eyes looked: I don't really want to live in the same room with this bearded man. His thick body hair is a bit weird. I either dislike him or feel panicked.

Silently, Tang San finally stood up and said: "I'll stay" and walked into Oscar's dormitory.

"Come, come, brother, welcome, welcome," Oscar said enthusiastically.

Yang Zhen lives in a room by himself. He consumed the most soul power in the test just now, and now he needs to restore his soul power through meditation.

The next day, before dawn, Tang San was sitting on the roof of the students' dormitory, seemingly meditating and practicing.

"Morning," Yang Zhen said as he came outside Tang San's house, looking like he had just woken up or just finished meditating.

"You're diligent enough, Xiaosan, I can call you that. Thank you for yesterday," Yang Zhen looked at Tang San and said.

"It doesn't matter, you are a few months older than me in terms of age." Tang San said nonchalantly, lightly jumping down from the roof, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No," Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't know where the canteen is?" Yang Zhen scratched his head and added that this was his first time in this place.

"Indeed, let's go like this. We'll go find Xiao Wu and the others first, and then we'll find the canteen together and have something to eat." After Tang San said that, the two of them immediately set off and walked towards the female students' dormitory.

"Yang Zhen, can I ask you something?" On the way, Tang San couldn't help but ask Yang Zhen.

"Say," Yang Zhen said casually, wondering what Tang San wanted to ask?

"Your martial spirit is Fang Tian Hua Ji. I have been studying with the teacher for so long, but I have never heard of this kind of martial spirit. However, I have seen it in an ancient book. There is an unparalleled warrior fighting in all directions on the battlefield. The great killing weapon is called Fang Tian Hua Ji, you..." Before Tang San could finish speaking, Yang Zhen stared at Tang San with a shocked expression.

This is the first time in this world that someone knows his martial spirit. Yang Zhen once used the intelligence gathering ability of the Min clan to know if anyone in this world has this kind of martial spirit like him. In the end, all he collected was They are some specious things, such as tridents, snake spears, etc., which are completely different from Fang Tian's painted halberd. This shows that his martial spirit is unique in this world.

But, how could Tang San know?

Records in ancient books?

What ancient books can record the civilization of another world?

Unless, unless Tang San is the same as himself, both...

Immediately, Yang Zhen looked at Tang San with eyes that seemed to be shining, and asked tentatively, "Is that unparalleled general named Lu Bu, Lu Fengxian?" The slightly trembling voice clearly indicated Yang Zhen's excitement at this time.

Tang San was stunned, shocked!

For the first time, for the first time in this different world, the shock of hearing the ancient legends from the past life spoken by another person was even more exciting than his rebirth.

A look of surprise appeared on Tang San's face, and he felt a kind of psychological intimacy towards Yang Zhen, "Are you also reborn, with memories of your previous life?"

"Yes!", Yang Zhen nodded, it was like this, there was nothing to hide, "What about you?".

"Same situation, I don't know if there is reincarnation in this world. After I jumped down from the ghost world, I came to this world." Tang San smiled with relief. At this time, his heart was filled with the feeling of a foreign country. The joy of meeting old friends and unprecedented relaxation.

When he came to this world, even in front of his father and teacher, he still had to cover up some things, but from now on, he no longer needed to cover up in front of Yang Zhen. Finally, he had someone who could talk freely about what was on his mind. How could Tang San not feel happy.

The two talked about their past life memories and found that although they came from the same world, they were in different times. Tang San came from ancient times and Yang Zhen came from modern times. This shocked them both.

However, they are both in different worlds. Two people from the same world have put down the shackles of loneliness in their hearts and can talk freely.

Yang Zhen envied Tang San for being a legendary martial artist, a hidden weapon master from the Tang Sect in central Sichuan.

Tang San envied the great era that Yang Zhen lived in, and he was fascinated by the power called technology.

"Those old die-hards are too stick to the rules. If it were me, such an amazing and talented youngster would appear in my family, it must have been cultivated vigorously." After knowing Tang San's past, Yang Zhen said: Tang Sanming expressed his dissatisfaction.

"These are things of the past, so I won't mention it, but in this world, I want to build a new Tang Sect. How about you, are you interested in coming together? Help me!" Tang San said happily to Yang Zhen.

"Okay, you kid, you're thinking of recruiting me so quickly," Yang Zhen said half-jokingly. He originally wanted to establish a good relationship with the master's disciples, but now by some strange combination of circumstances, the two of them became inseparable. The most special friend in the world.

"Yang Zhen, I'm serious!" Tang San said with determination, staring at Yang Zhen.

"You, you have to let me think about it. Don't worry, no matter whether you join or not, if you create the Tang Clan, I will definitely help you." Yang Zhen responded to Tang San. After all, he now holds the identity of the heir to the future head of the Po Clan. , I need to think more about this kind of thing.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Tang San said happily. There was no direct refusal, so there was still some hope. Don't rush, they were still young and were accumulating strength, so everything could be done slowly!

Walking to the door of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dormitory, Tang San did not go in directly. Although the two were considered brother and sister and had grown up together, they were both so old that they still had to take some things into consideration, let alone There was Ning Rongrong inside, and Yang Zhen was beside Tang San.

"Xiao Wu, are you there?" Tang San knocked on the door and called softly.

Soon, Xiao Wu pushed the door open and went out. When she saw Tang San, her eyes suddenly lit up, she ran two steps and flew into Tang San's arms, "Xiao San, you're here."