"Wow, teacher, what the hell is this?"

"It's amazing."

"Coach, I'm going to learn this."

Ninety-nine percent of the students in this group did not see the essence of this formula.

The reverse current of time and space, this is going to be seen by the big ghost Taoist, and I am afraid that I will not kneel down directly and call the teacher.

"Hey, Hinatamori's trick." Kira cautiously looked at Hinamori, the ghost path "class representative".

There is a guess that Koiji just had, and Kira subconsciously felt that this interesting ghost path was not simple.

Even this thing can be called a ghost road.

Hinamori didn't have a sense of fear, she just thought it was incredible, the ghost path could do this?

There is no fear because Hinamori, who is still a student, is also ambiguous, because Hanyu-sensei's spiritual pressure has not been substantially improved just now.

Now Hinamori is already familiar with the nature of the god of death.

The battle of the Grim Reaper is the battle of spiritual pressure.

In addition to the skill, the power of the No. 90 Ghost Dao is high in spiritual pressure.

If the spiritual pressure released by Hanyu Sensei just now is not high, the difficulty of the ghost path will not be high!

Hinamori's eyes lit up, and although she went around in a big circle, Hinamori also came to a similar conclusion as her classmates.

Coach I want to learn this, and Hinamori's eyes are shining.

"Take your time and learn this first." Hanyu Michizo nodded slightly, saying that although thirty years have passed, Hanyu Michizo is still a "genius".

Many of these students in front of him may be older than him, and Dao San inexplicably feels that he has a lot of vicissitudes of age in his heart.

The ghost path is becoming less and less important here in the god of death, and this is still the ghost path monster of Hanyu Michizo in recent decades, otherwise it would be impossible to say what the Mao Spiritual Academy has changed into.

Over the years, Hanyu Michizo has made Jing Lingting realize that there is a limit to the sword of slashing, but there is no limit to what the ghost path can do.

After making trouble, the students began to practice the ghost path according to the rhythm of Hanyu Michizo.

As for Daosan, he will also stretch out his hand from time to time to guide the students.

For this group of students, Hanyu Michizo gave a comment.

"No talent".

None of them have any talent in the ghost path, so let's be honest and be a god of death who plays with a slashing knife.

A few of them have the potential of being a captain, that is, they can learn to solve it after two hundred years, and they can exert a swastika with the spiritual pressure of the deputy captain level.

Although Hanyu Daozo didn't quite understand why this step could kill so many Grim Reapers, after all, when Daozo had the clearest memory, he was the captain level.

"You're a koiji-san, right?"

"Yes." Asai Koiji's body suddenly straightened.

Obviously, Hanyu Michizo had been standing next to him, but Koiji was still startled.

Dao San smiled slightly, he was really an obedient and sensible honor student.

"Your spiritual pressure control is too rough."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Hanyu Michizo." Ninety degrees of love, you can see the three and one music.

"Stretching out his hands like this, the god of the underworld constructs a most relaxing imagination for himself."

Dao San raised his hands together, as formal as the contact between the students, and this feeling was still strange, after all, the red artillery or something, he could collapse casually with a fart.

"Yes, Mr. Hanyu."

The same hands together, but Koiji's body trembled nervously.

"Do you really understand, close your eyes and imagine, just like I imagine myself in the middle of mountains and rivers."

"King's Landing! Masks of flesh and blood, all the Vientiane, wings fluttering, forehead ......"

The red light on Hanyu Michisan's hands flashed, but he suddenly listened to it halfway through the reading, what did the second half of the sentence come from?

The knowledge is all miscellaneous, and it's no wonder that Michizo has lost the power of the law of cause and effect, and Hanyu Michizo's memory has become worse and worse.

Never mind.

"Thirty-one of the broken paths, red artillery."

"Peng." Very standard red artillery, hit the target.

What?

Is that okay?

Just now, when Hanyu Daozo stopped halfway through his recitation, the organic spirit students ran so fast that they forgot to chant the words when chanting, they were too experienced, and they couldn't control the spiritual pressure in their hands at all, and they would explode directly.

Can you still be a teacher at this level?

As a result, people really have the ability, but they really can't do it.

"How about love, I understand."

Now the pressure returned to Koiji, and Koiji's body trembled slightly and nodded.

"King's Landing! Mask of Flesh ....... ”

He was so nervous that he forgot the words.

The fireball between Koiji's hands began to swell, and he also forgot the words, but the result was two results.

It's going to explode!

There is a special case of Hanyu Michizo, this time the students did not run in time, so they would get injured.

Dao San was not in a hurry, and he was pointing with his fingers.

The red artillery in Koiji's hands began to shrink and agglutinate.

"Koiji, chant again."

"King's Landing! Flesh masks, Vientiane, wing-flapping, human-like things! Scorching heat and strife, turning south across the sea, moving forward! Thirty-one of the broken paths, red artillery! ”

The fireball is sent out and hits the bull's-eye.

But the group of students on the field were silent and confused.

Do you think this is a test paper?

If you don't do it right, you can still delete it.

"I made it."

The reserved joy of this moment is not fake, this red artillery has really tormented him for several days.

"Teacher, can you teach me more?"

Dao San nodded approvingly, "You have the potential to become the captain of the team, but your talent is not in the ghost path. ”

Ha?

"Hahahaha!"

The classmates laughed, isn't this just saying that the talent of love is not good?

"Don't laugh."

Daosan's voice was very soft, but the majesty of this moment made the audience silent.

"It's not a joke and it's a fact, everyone has a limit, so I only use the ghost way, but I don't have a slashing knife."

Although, there is a bit of a loss, but it is also a fact that you can't fully use the slashing knife.

"Remember that there is a limit to human talent and energy, and don't think of being proficient in everything."

Since the establishment of the Mao Spiritual Academy, slashing fists and ghosts has become the Grim Reaper, and it has become a compulsory course for the Mao Spiritual Academy, and it is mandatory for students to meet the four graduation requirements.

For hundreds of years, the academy hasn't really delivered a top-tier captain.

The best student he really taught should be the Komamura Left Formation, Dongxian Yao.

Like Shiba Haiyan, Urahara Kisuke, and Hanyu Michizo himself, their growth really has little to do with Mao Spiritual Academy.

The end result of teaching everything is that everything is a little worse.

"Hey, really, His Highness Hanyu, why are you here?"

In the distance, a woman dressed in white captain Haori waved her hand at Michizo.

The eyes of the students who have a certain amount of insight are straight.

That outfit is Captain Death, right?

Female captains, second or fourth team?

Also, why does the captain call the teacher "Your Highness"?

The identity of this strange ghost teacher in front of him doesn't seem to be simple?

Well, they could have seen that Dao San is not simple.