"You're the owner of Dormitory One? A freshman? A dark-skinned young man saw Wang Ling and Wang Peishuo walk in, and his posture of leaning against the wall and hugging his chest also changed.

"Ah, it's me, what's wrong?" Wang Ling's temper is not good, if he is really so good at talking, the Qin family would not have solved this problem in the first place.

If you can't beat it, let him bear with it, that's no problem.

If you can do it, how can you have a reason not to do it?

Now when he comes home, he sees a bunch of people gathered at the door of his house, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he has a questioning tone, and it is strange that he can have a good temper.

"I don't know what kind of madness they are doing, giving dormitory No. 1 to a freshman." Someone sneered.

"Any questions?" Wang Ling was not afraid at all and faced everyone.

"What's the problem? Of course there is a problem! In the past, dormitory No. 1 relied on competition, why did you, as a freshman, move directly into dormitory No. 1? ”

Wang Ling was slightly stunned, could it be that the No. 1 dormitory is a little better than the other dormitories?

He didn't think there was anything special about it, after all, as long as he was willing to spend a little money, he could get these facilities.

He glanced at Wang Peishuo, and Wang Peishuo also shook his head, obviously not knowing about it.

"He's a good old man, he actually calculates me!" Wang Ling secretly clenched his fists, Mei Longnian didn't tell him about it when he assigned him a dormitory.

In a trance, Wang Ling seemed to see the snickering face of the bad old man.

Damn, it's a special calculation, and you must settle accounts with that bad old man when you go back.

The idea in his heart was wrong, and on the surface, Wang Ling did not flinch at all.

"Then you might as well tell me what kind of competition this dormitory is." Wang Ling smiled slightly and looked at the crowd.

"Hehe, the junior brother is very calm," one person stood up slightly and patted his buttocks: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Wu Zhehan, a sophomore soul martial arts college student." ”

The student named Wu Zhehan walked up to Wang Ling and stood slightly, his eyes looked quite big, but his eyes kept smiling, as if he didn't want to open them.

Wang Ling tactically leaned back, was stunned for a moment, and also stretched out his hand to shake it.

Wu Zhehan?

I'm knocking!

"Do you know that I know a person, his name is Wu Zherui, hehe, if it weren't for the big difference in your skin color, I really thought you were ······" Wang Ling's words were not finished.

Wu Zhehan interrupted suddenly: "Don't think about it, he is my brother." ”

Wu Zhehan still looked smiling: "However, my elder brother obviously has a strong martial spirit, but he has to take the path of an alchemist······ But how did you know my brother? ”

seems to be a light and breezy exchange, Wu Zhehan has been smiling, but it seems that there is an invisible momentum flowing in secret.

Come to think of it, this Wu Zhehan is also a relatively strong group of sophomores.

Wang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.

it!

Is this world so small?

"My friend's hometown is in Jinling Base City, and I had the honor to meet him when I went to visit him, but I didn't expect the world to be so small, and I became a classmate with you."

The two hands were still clasped together, and neither of them exerted any strength, but the air flow that was secretly flowing was continuous.

Sophomores?

Wu Zherui's younger brother?

Wang Ling doesn't care so much, since you're here to find trouble, it doesn't matter whose brother you are.

Lao Tzu is correct!

Wang Ling observed that the other party was already a three-star soul warrior, and he couldn't help but bow slightly.

However, he also knew that Wu Zherui had a minister's father, and he must be able to manage enough resources, but Wu Zhehan is now a three-star soul warrior.

The three-star soul warrior is already at the level of the upper reaches in the sophomore stage.

Generally, geniuses with a little talent will stay in the soul warrior stage for a longer time, the so-called accumulation and thin hair, in order to have stronger combat power in the soul captain stage, the soul warrior is the easiest stage to lay a good foundation.

Some people are steady and steady at every step of the soul warrior stage, and some people quickly advance to the nine-star soul warrior and then stay here.

There are advantages and disadvantages to both methods, and there is no good or bad way.

And Wu Zhehan, as Wu Zherui's younger brother, should belong to the type of steady and steady, and even if he deliberately lowers his cultivation, he is not much worse than the strongest sophomore cultivator.

Don't look at Wang Ling, he is now a four-star soul warrior······ He's an exception!

When it comes to the soul warrior, it takes a lot of resources and time to progress to one star, even if it is Wang Peishuo's cultivation method, there is no need to cultivate too many martial arts, and when it comes to the quasi-sophomore stage, it is estimated that it is only about a four-star soul warrior.

Absolutely······ There are always exceptions to everything, and Wang Ling is an exception, and there will be no shortage of such exceptions in this world.

And the battle of the world's capitals is a battle between exceptions······

"That's really a coincidence~" Wu Zhehan's squinting eyes flashed with a hint of luster, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the freshman in front of him could be on par with himself in terms of momentum.

At this time, Wu Zhehan couldn't help but have some interest in Wang Ling.

"Yes~" The corners of Wang Ling's mouth hooked up a smile, since you want to play, then let's play!

“po

g——”

The two looked at each other - although they couldn't see Wu Zhehan's eyes.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning between the eyes of the two, and the fighting intent was overwhelming.

The best way to get to know a person is to have a fight with him.

Even if you cooperate to do one thing together, you can't know the true character of a person.

Only by going all out in the last battle can you understand what kind of person the other party is.

All of a sudden, Mars shone brightly.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, a beam of light fell between Wang Ling and Wu Zhehan, making a muffled sound, and the two of them stepped back one after another, looking at the sky.

"If you want to fight, go to the battle hall, the dormitory area is not a place for you to fight!"

Wang Ling looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Isn't this the aunt guarding the gate?

A dormitory aunt is so strong?

Wang Ling almost gasped, but when he thought that this was the Demon University, everything seemed reasonable.

"How is it, Senior Brother Wang, what do you think?" Wu Zhehan looked at Wang Ling with a smile.

I even heard my own name.

It seems that he came prepared.

"Wang ······ Wang Gar, don't promise him, what kind of ability is a sophomore to bully us freshmen. Wang Peishuo walked up to Wang Ling and wanted to pull him away.

"What do you have to say to them, if you don't accept the challenge, you will automatically lose your residency qualification in the No. 1 dormitory, and if he doesn't accept the battle, he will be thrown out directly." The dark-skinned young man was obviously hotter.

So much so that Wang Ling once felt that even if Wu Zherui really wanted to have a younger brother, he should be this dark-skinned classmate.

After all, their skin color and temper are so close······

As Wu Zherui's younger brother, why is your skin color and personality so different?