Three years later, Mao Spiritual Academy.

"O King's Landing! Masks of flesh and blood, Vientiane, wings soaring, bearing the name of humanity! Scorching heat and strife, the rough waves of the sea, go south! Thirty-one of the broken paths, red artillery! ”

After stumbling and chanting, one of the students raised his hands and pointed his palms at the wooden target not far away, and a red fireball slightly larger than his palm shot forward.

However, as soon as the fireball flew half a meter away, it exploded with a 'bump', and the thick smoke choked him so much that he coughed incessantly, even coughing up tears, and there was a burst of laughter behind him.

The student covered his mouth and coughed, and looked at the ghost teacher pitifully, hoping that the other party would show mercy.

The ghost teacher looked at him with a look of hatred that iron could not become steel, and he glanced at him fiercely, and said loudly, "Unqualified!" Retake the exam in seven days! ”

What is going on is the year-end exam for the second class of the third year of the Mao Spiritual Academy.

Unknowingly, Zhang Han has been studying in the academy for three years.

White, slashing, walking, and ghosting, this is what you have to learn in the six years of the academy, and it is also the foundation of becoming a god of death.

In the first year, he mainly learned white fighting and slashing, and for Zhang Han, who has always been practicing by himself, the basic white fighting and slashing skills seem to open a door to Baoshan for him. However, Zhang Han's talent in these two items is mediocre, even if he cultivates day and night, his results can only be at the upper middle level.

In the second grade, the teacher began to teach the instantaneous and low-level ghost paths. Zhang Han burst out with amazing talent in these two items, and after a year of cultivation, his instantaneous steps have surpassed the students of the elite class, and the ghost path of abandoning chanting is more powerful than the ghost path that his classmates chant completely.

The reason for this is because of Zhang Han's slashing sword.

After cultivating with Senluo Wanxiang for a long time, Zhang Han gradually figured out a way to condense the spirit son around his body without using the Spirit Cutting Knife, of course, if he didn't use the Spirit Cutting Knife, he could only condense the spirit child, and he couldn't absorb the spirit child and turn it into spiritual power.

Based on this, when Zhang Han used the instantaneous step to move at high speed, he would converge the spirit seeds around his body and wrap around his whole body and turn into a booster, so he was faster than ordinary people's instantaneous steps. This is very similar to the Flying Foot of the Exterminator.

Zhang Han once thought that since the Exterminator can condense the spirit son to form a bow and arrow, of course he can, the difference is that he can use it on the ghost path.

With the characteristics of being able to condense the spirit son, Zhang Han not only mobilized the spirit pressure in the body when using the ghost path, but also fused the spirit son from the outside world.

"Next, Zhang Han, out of the ranks!"

When Zhang Han's name was called, the ghost teacher's face instantly turned cloudy and sunny, and his voice was extremely gentle. There is no other reason, in the past two years, the name of Zhang Han's genius of the ghost Dao system has spread throughout the entire Zhenyang Spiritual Academy, and even in the thirteenth team of the Protector Court, there will occasionally be a god of death to discuss him.

Zhang Han straightened the school uniform on his body and stood up calmly.

After three years of growth, not only has the height increased by a few centimeters, but the strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. If Zhang Han at this time encounters the kind of miscellaneous fish void three years ago, one move can kill it in seconds.

"Let's get started."

The ghost teacher looked at Zhang Han who stepped forward to stand still, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Zhang Han's talent in the ghost path has surpassed that of the great ghost path leader Zhu Tiezhai more than a hundred years ago, thinking of the decline of the ghost dao people now, he secretly decided in his heart that after Zhang Han graduated, he must find a way to bring him closer to the ghost dao people.

Zhang Han didn't know the complicated mind of the ghost path teacher, and thought about the ghost path that he had been groping for a while, and muttered to himself, "Try it." ”

"O King's Landing! Masks of flesh and blood, Vientiane, wings soaring, bearing the name of humanity! Scorching heat and strife, the rough waves of the sea, go south! Thirty-one and five of the broken path, the phoenix red artillery! ”

The same spell, the same red fireball, successfully destroyed the wooden target in front of it.

"It doesn't make sense!"

The Ghost Dao Teacher frowned and looked at Zhang Han, with his understanding of Zhang Han, the power of the Red Cannon that was fully chanted could reach three to four times that of ordinary people. However, the red artillery that Zhang Han fired just now was even less powerful than the one issued by others.

"Wow......"

"That's amazing!"

"How is this possible?"

"How did he do it?"

Before the ghost teacher could figure it out, the other students in the audience who were waiting for the exam suddenly shouted, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

I saw that Zhang Han did not stop after sending out a red cannon in his left hand, and launched an instantaneous step to the right to flash in front of the second wooden target, and at the same time, a red cannon shot out in the palm of his right hand. Immediately after that, he teleported to the third wooden target again, and the red cannon in his left palm flew out...... In this cycle, Zhang Han fired five red cannons of equal power in a row.

"This! Can Red Artillery still play like this? ”

Even the teacher, who had played the ghost path all his life, looked at the five destroyed wooden targets in the field with a shocked face, and was speechless for a long time.

As soon as Zhang Han stopped, he saw a group of classmates rushing over and surrounding him, and words such as 'What a powerful ghost', 'How did you do it?' and 'Is this really a red artillery?' came from his ears, which made Zhang Han annoyed and helpless.

"Zhang Han, come here."

Outside the crowd, the ghost teacher shouted, Zhang Han took the opportunity to get rid of the enthusiastic classmates, stepped forward and asked, "Teacher, am I qualified?" ”

The ghost teacher looked at the other party with a constipated face, are you pretending to be so forced? They all played with the red artillery, and asked me if I was qualified?

"Tell me, what's going on with your red artillery?"

At this time, it reflects the awesomeness of the profession of the teacher, even if you don't understand, you can blatantly plagiarize in the name of the examination, after all, the truth is always in the hands of the teacher.

Zhang Han rolled his eyes and said, "During this time, I have been thinking about how to improve the power of the ghost path, but my spiritual pressure level is growing relatively slowly, and it is difficult to increase the power, so I want to start with the quantity." ”

"Well, the power of the ghost path is linked to the level of spiritual pressure," the ghost path teacher pretended to grope his chin, said nonsense, and asked, "Do you have any problems, continue to talk." ”

When I met your sister, Lao Tzu's Fengxian red artillery has been released, and the problem has been solved long ago!

"If you want to start with the quantity, it's easy to do. As I chanted, I divided the same amount of spiritual pressure into five parts and gathered them on my wrist, and then released them one by one, blooming like impatiens. Glancing at the classmates who came over, Zhang Han couldn't help but pretend to be forced, "The effect is unsatisfactory, I originally planned to release seven red artillery, but the control is insufficient, and I can only put five for the time being." ”

(End of chapter)