Three years later, Zhenyang spiritual college.

    "King''s visitor! The mask of flesh and blood, the Vientiane, fluttering its wings, the thing crowned with the name of mankind! Scorching heat and disputes, the surging waves of the sea, move south! The thirty-one of the broken roads, red artillery!"

    After a student''s stumbling singing, he raised his hands, pointed his palm 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 burst with a "touch". The thick smoke made him cough constantly, even tears came out, and a burst of laughter came behind him.

    While covering his mouth and coughing, the student looked pitifully at the ghost teacher, hoping that the other party would show mercy.

    With a look of hatred for iron and steel, the ghost teacher gouged him out and said loudly, "unqualified! Retest in seven days!"

    What is going on is the year-end examination of ghost road class 2, grade 3, Zhenyang spiritual college.

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

    White, beheading, walking and ghost are the contents to be learned in the college for six years, and they are also the basis for becoming a god of death.

    In the first year, he mainly studied white fighting and chopping. For Zhang Han, who has been practicing by himself, the basic white fighting and chopping seemed to open a door to Baoshan. However, Zhang Han''s talent in these two items is mediocre. Even if he keeps practicing day and night, his achievements are only at the upper middle level.

    In the second grade, the teacher began to teach instant steps and low-level ghost ways. Zhang Han broke out amazing talents in these two items. After one year''s cultivation, he has surpassed the students of the elite class. The ghost way he abandoned to sing is even more powerful than the ghost way that his classmates completely sang.

    The reason is that Zhang Han''s soul cutting knife is full of everything.

    After a long time of practicing with all kinds of things, Zhang Han gradually found out a way to condense the spirit around the body without using the soul chopping knife. Of course, if you don''t use the soul chopping knife, you can only condense the spirit, and you can''t absorb the spirit into spiritual power.

    Based on this, when Zhang Han uses the instant step to move at a high speed, he will converge the spirit around his body and wrap around his whole body, turning it into a booster, so it is faster than ordinary people''s instant step. This is very similar to the Feilian feet of the annihilator.

    Zhang Han once thought that since the exterminator can gather the spirit to form a bow and arrow, he can of course. The difference is that he uses it in the ghost way.

    With the characteristics of being able to condense ghosts, Zhang Han often uses ghosts not only to mobilize the spiritual pressure in his body, but also to integrate the spiritual pressure of the outside world. With the superposition of two, low-level ghosts can be used by him to produce the effect of intermediate or even advanced ghosts.

    "Next, Zhang Han, step out!"

    When Zhang Han''s name was called, the ghost teacher''s face turned cloudy to sunny, and his voice was particularly gentle. There is no other reason. In the past two years, the name of Zhang Han''s genius in the Department of ghost Taoism has spread all over the Zhenyang spiritual college, and even death occasionally discusses him in the 13th team of the imperial court.

    Zhang Han straightened his school uniform and stood up calmly.

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

    "Let''s go."

    The ghost teacher looked at Zhang Han who stepped forward and stood. The more he saw, the more satisfied he was. Zhang Han''s talent in ghosts has surpassed that of the great ghost Taoist priest grip Ling tiezhai more than 100 years ago. Thinking of the decline of the ghosts, he secretly made up his mind that after Zhang Han graduated, he must find a way to bring him closer to the ghosts.

    Zhang Han didn''t know the teacher''s complicated mind. He thought about the ghost road he had been groping for during this period of time and muttered, "try it."

    "King''s visitor! The mask of flesh and blood, Vientiane, flying high, the thing crowned with the name of mankind! Scorching heat and dispute, the surging waves of the sea, go south! 31.5 of the broken road, Impatiens red artillery!"

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

    "It doesn''t make sense!"

    The ghost teacher frowned and looked at Zhang Han. With his understanding of Zhang Han, the power of the red artillery that he completely sang can reach three to four times that of ordinary people. However, Zhang Han''s red artillery just now has lower power than others.

    "Wow..."

    "How awesome!"

    "How is this possible?"

    "How did he do it?"

    Before the ghost teacher straightened out his mind, other students waiting for the exam suddenly yelled, and their faces were unbelievable.

    Zhang Han didn''t stop after sending out a red gun in his left hand. He started to flash to the right in front of the second wooden target. At the same time, a red gun in his right hand shot out. Then, he moved to the third wooden target in an instant again, and the red artillery in his left hand flew out... In this cycle, Zhang Hanyi fired five red artillery with the same power.

    "This! Can red artillery play like this?"

    Even the teacher who played ghost all his life looked at the five destroyed wooden targets in the field with a shocked face and remained silent for a long time.

    As soon as Zhang Han stopped, he saw a crowd of students coming and surrounded him. Words such as "what a terrible ghost way", "how did you do it" and "is this really a red cannon" bothered Zhang Han, but he had nothing to do.

    "Zhang Han, come here."

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

    Ghost teacher looked at each other constipated. Are you so forced? They all played with the red artillery and asked me if I was qualified?

    "Tell me, what''s the matter with your red artillery?"

    At this time, it reflects the awesome force of the teacher profession. Even if you don''t understand it, you can blatantly plagiarize in the name of examination and comparison. After all, the truth is always in the hands of the teacher.

    Zhang Han turned his eyes and said, "during this time, I''ve been thinking about how to improve the power of the ghost Road, but my spirit pressure level increases slowly, and it''s difficult to improve the power, so I want to start from the number."

    "Well, the power of the ghost road is linked to the level of spiritual pressure," the ghost road teacher pretended to grope for his chin, said nonsense and asked, "do you have any problems, then say."

    When I met your sister, I released all my Impatiens red artillery. The problem has been solved long ago!

    "Since I want to start with quantity, it''s easy to do. When I sing, I divide the same amount of spiritual pressure into five parts, gather them on my wrist, and then release them one by one, blooming like impatiens." I glanced at the students around me. Zhang Han couldn''t help pretending to force me, "The effect is not satisfactory. I originally planned to release seven red guns, but the control power is insufficient. For the time being, I can only release five."