Douluo's Encounter with the Demon Arrival

Zhang Wu took a deep breath and stood in the middle with worry.

As the light surged, Zhang Wu felt that the energy in his body gradually gathered into his hands. With both hands, Zhang Wu seemed to have discovered something incredible. He seemed to be a twin martial soul. However, in order not to attract the attention of the Wuhun Palace, he still Keep it low-key. Look at Pope Bibi Dong, who also has twin martial souls, but he only implements one word, Gou. If it hadn't been for the emergence of Xiao San later, he would have joined Douluo Continent.

Zhang Wu felt that the energy in his left hand was extremely powerful, while the energy in his right hand was slightly weaker.

So he put down his left hand, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, put it in front of his eyes, and then waved his hands violently, and a beam of light quickly formed in his right hand. It looked like two out of two out of three.

When Zhang Wu thought he was very handsome, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, and a dog came to eat shit.

"It's so heavy"

Only then did Zhang Wu have the opportunity to see clearly the appearance of the martial spirit in his right hand.

This is an extremely domineering, spear-like weapon, about 1.6 meters long, just a head taller than Zhang Wu.

The weapon's hilt is decorated with two lotus flowers, and a ninja shuriken-like tail protrudes from the flower. The barrel is ink-colored, with a dark golden dragon-shaped pattern carved on it, extending to the head of the weapon.

There are two short crescent-shaped blades on its head, which are connected to the top of the weapon, forming a tic-tac-toe. The dragon's mouth is wide open, biting a sharp armor-piercing edge. Duan is full of murderous intent and extremely powerful.

"Isn't this Fang Tian's painted halberd from the ancient Celestial Dynasty? This really surprises me." Zhang Wu looked at the extremely heavy painted halberd in front of him and was very excited.

"Why is there a hole on the head of the halberd for what?" Zhang Wu was a little confused.

Master Su Yuntao, who was controlling Zhang Wu's awakening, took a deep breath, "What a killing weapon, it's so terrifying. If I expected it right, this should be a trident." Master Su Yuntao showed off himself. I am complacent about my shallow knowledge.

Zhang Wu rolled his eyes at him in his heart and said, "Bumpkin, this is called Fang Tian's painting of a halberd. Just be happy."

Tang San was shocked when he saw this killing weapon. Does this world still have something from his own world? Or does this weapon also exist in this world?

"Quick, quick, quick, come and test your soul power," Master Su Yuntao urged. Looking at his appearance, people who didn't know better thought he was awakening his martial soul.

Zhang Wu also wanted to know his soul power, so he took the martial soul back into his body. He breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, his Fangtian Painted Halberd was indeed a bit heavy for his age. .

Zhang Wu put his palm on the blue crystal ball. As soon as he put it on it, Zhang Wu's body trembled violently. He found that his soul power rushed into the blue crystal ball in front of him like a raging flood.

Su Yuntao was extremely excited. When he came to this small village, the series of small surprises made him feel that life was so exciting. With such a good idea, it will be easy for me to get a promotion and a raise in salary soon.

With the injection of Zhang Wu's soul power, the crystal ball emitted a dazzling light, reaching the light of Tang San's test in the blink of an eye, but Zhang Wu felt something was wrong. Why hadn't his soul power stopped yet? Zhang Wu thought of a possibility. Sex, he hurriedly took back his soul power. He didn't want to be famous yet. He still knew that he was the first to be shot. A genius can do it, but a monster can't.

"Oh my God, another one with innate soul power. Is today my lucky day?" Su Yuntao stopped the awakening ceremony and looked at Zhang Wu feverishly, as if looking at a hunger strike treasure.

"This kid, what's your name?" Su Yutao smiled like a picture, with wrinkles on his face. He looked like a strange man coaxing a child.

Zhang Wu shuddered, "Zhang, Zhang Wu."

"Oh, little Zhangwu, are you interested in joining our Wuhun Hall? Let me tell you, our Wuhun Hall is bala bala." Su Yuntao began to vigorously promote his organization.

Zhang Wu's head is full of black lines. Why does he feel that this Su Yuntao reminds him of those salesmen in his previous life?

Zhang Wu thought about it and felt that it was most suitable for him to go to the Wuhun Palace, because it could realize his ideal. However, when he came up with this idea, he suddenly felt that he was about to lose something important. , seemed to come from the martial spirit in his left hand, which surprised Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu suppressed the feeling in his heart and asked: "If I go to Wuhun Hall, can I come back? That means can I still choose my own school?"

Su Yuntao was surprised. There were actually people who kept their own under the temptation of Wuhun Palace. Now Su Yuntao became even more interested.

"I don't know this, and you also know that I'm just a great soul master, and my position in the Wuhun Palace is not high. I don't have much decision-making power. However, judging from your qualifications, it is very likely that you will be hired by the Wuhun Chief. If the elders of the temple accept you as a disciple, then you will have a higher choice."

"Is that so? I understand, then I choose to join the Wuhun Palace." Although he didn't know what he felt in his heart, Zhang Wu still followed his decision, because no matter whether he had the Wuhun in his left hand or not, He will eventually embark on a path that he desires, and only Wuhundian can be the best supporter on his growth path.

"Okay, then hurry up and pack up. I will take you back to the branch today, where the branch elders will take you to the Wuhun Palace headquarters." Su Yuntao said in surprise, and then took out a strange thing from his hand. He fiddled with the soul guide a few times and then took it back.

According to Zhang Wu's speculation, this should be something similar to the bb machine in the previous life, which can be used to publish news.

Zhang Wu walked out of this shabby cabin in the eyes of a group of people with envy and jealousy. He hurried home, eager to tell his grandfather the good news.

"Grandpa, grandpa, I have awakened my martial spirit," Zhang Wu shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.

"What's the name of the ghost? Awakening a martial spirit makes you so happy. It must be the Black Iron Spear, right?" Grandpa still looked the same, lying on the Grand Master's chair and smoking a cigarette, looking carefree and happy.

"No, my martial spirit seems to have mutated, and it's not the Black Iron Spear."

"Yeah." Grandpa immediately jumped up from the chair and stood in front of Zhang Wu, with a strange light shining in his eyes, "Show it and let me see."