Unexpectedly, Zhao Yang turned into a ghost by chance.
When Zhao Yang saw Qin Jiuge, he was slightly startled at first, and then a roar broke out in his throat, and the roar contained overwhelming resentment.
"Qin Jiuge, are you still alive?"
"Why are you still alive?"
"I'm dead, how come you're still alive?"
Zhao Yang seemed to be stimulated, soaring resentment burst out of his body and entangled with his soul body. The originally pale soul body turned into a pitch black ink color.
Such strong resentment made Qin Jiuge feel angry.
Did I put a hat on you?
For being so angry with me, who did I offend?
"I don't accept it!"
"Why?"
Zhao Yang roared crazily in his heart. Before he died, he knelt down and kowtowed to the water ghost. He prayed to the water ghost to spare his life. But the water ghost's answer was cruel and cold-blooded.
The water ghost told him that all five of them would die!
If he is dead, why is Qin Jiuge still alive?
Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality!
The anger in Zhao Yang's heart was like a volcano erupting, shaking the earth.
"Master, be careful, the situation is not good!"
Coach Zhu, who had seen many ghosts, felt uneasy when he saw Zhao Yang's changes. It seemed as if there was a huge boulder pressing on his heart. The depressing atmosphere in the air could almost squeeze out water.
The aura on Zhao Yang's body was rising steadily, and the surrounding temperature was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze water droplets. Zhao Yang's white soul, combined with the resentment, turned into an ink color.
Is this the legendary blackening?
The black one is twice as strong, the white one is three points weaker. The ancients sincerely did not deceive me!
Seeing the changes in Zhao Yang, Qin Jiuge took a breath of cold air.
Coach Zhu's face showed a look of solemnity, and the Zhao Yang in front of him gave him a strong threat.
"Master, be careful, I will deal with him!"
"Three cuts from the fire!"
With a slash of the sword in Coach Zhu's hand, a heat wave swept towards Zhao Yang, and the cold air around him was instantly dispersed.
Facing Coach Zhu's sharp sword skills, Zhao Yang did not dodge, stretched out his withered palm, and grabbed it with one palm.
The ghost's claws are sharp and the dark wind howls.
The cold air swept over again, suppressing the heat wave.
Two air currents, one cold and one hot, collided crazily in Yizhuang, making a roaring sound.
The light of the sword and the ghost claw kept colliding, and the sound of metal and iron clashing could not be heard. At the beginning, Coach Zhu and Zhao Yang were evenly matched, and it was hard to tell them apart.
But the resentment in Zhao Yang's body continued to flow, constantly merging with his soul and body, and his strength continued to rise. In less than a cup of tea, Coach Zhu was completely at a disadvantage and was completely suppressed by Zhao Yang.
, the temperature in Yi Zhuang is so cold that it makes people shiver.
"Jie Jie!"
"Qin Jiuge, I want you to die!"
"We are all dead, why are you still alive?"
Zhao Yang's face became more and more distorted, and in his eyes when he looked at Qin Jiuge, there was deep resentment, dissatisfaction, and anger, intertwined together, and it was terrifying.
He is angry!
He resents it!
He is not willing to give in!
All five of them were killed by Chen Qi. How come Qin Jiuge is still alive, but he has become a lonely ghost?
Could it be that Qin Jiuge's family has money?
He is not convinced!
Zhao Yang's aura became more and more powerful, so much so that Coach Zhu almost couldn't breathe.
If he continues to become stronger like this, he will be promoted to the ninth grade Yin Spirit. Teacher Zhu took a deep breath.
When he was young, he saw a ninth-grade Yin spirit. The Yin spirit's power and difficulty left him with an indelible memory.
The Zhao Yang in front of him, stimulated by the strong resentment, is about to be promoted to the ninth grade Yin spirit. Once the promotion is completed, he and the young master will undoubtedly die.
Coach Zhu, who has twenty years of experience in the arena, knows in his heart that it’s time to fight hard!
"Sacrifice yourself and kill!"
The tip of the knife traced a spark on the ground. Coach Zhu suddenly increased his speed, and his movement skills suddenly became dazzling. He leaned forward, and before Zhao Yang was familiar with his movement skills, he slashed Zhao Yang's neck with the knife.
A clang!
A surprising scene appeared, leaving Teacher Zhu dumbfounded.
His sword struck Zhao Yang's neck, and it made a sound like gold and iron, not even hurting Zhao Yang at all.
"Jie Jie!"
"Some strength!"
"However, you are dead today!"
Zhao Yang's ghost claws poked out, and the dark wind howled, making the skirt of his clothes rustle.
This claw is as fast as lightning.
Instructor Zhu reluctantly raised his sword to block it, and the ghost claws directly hit the sword. The huge force left a palm print directly on the sword.
A roar!
Coach Zhu was blown away directly, blood spurting out.
"Master, hurry up and I'll help you wean off your queen!" Coach Zhu urged Qin Jiuge with an anxious look on his face.
"Master Zhu, don't panic, this little kid is definitely no match for you!" Qin Jiuge was full of confidence in Coach Zhu's strength.
How many days did it take Zhao Yang to become a ghost? How could he be the opponent of Coach Zhu who has been practicing martial arts for decades?
Seeing that Qin Jiuge was calm and confident in himself, Coach Zhu was almost hurt by Qin Jiuge's optimism.
"Young Master, stop messing around. Zhao Yang is about to be promoted to the ninth grade Yin Spirit. Once he completes his promotion, he won't be able to escape even if he wants to."
"Master Zhu, don't reserve your strength. Let me see your true strength."
Qin Jiuge's words immediately made Coach Zhu dumbfounded.
It turns out that this is how the young master views himself.
It turns out that in the young master's mind, he has tyrannical strength.
However, he is really no match for Zhao Yang.
I can't do it!
Coach Zhu was about to cry but had no tears, so he shouted: "Master, I really tried my best."
"ah!?"
This time it was Qin Jiuge's turn to be stunned.
Coach Zhu only has so much strength? It shouldn’t be!
Doesn't he have hidden strength?
The Three Lihuo Slashes performed by Instructor Zhu just now were only at the level of Xiaocheng. He has already cultivated to the level of Dacheng. Even if Instructor Zhu has not cultivated to perfection, he should not be worse than himself.
Zhao Yang listened with interest to the conversation between Qin Jiuge and Coach Zhu, with a cold smile on his lips.
"Jie Jie?"
"Have you finished your last words?"
"I'm sending you on your way!"
The rich Yin Qi spurted out from Zhao Yang's body and turned into a huge storm, sweeping over. The void in Yizhuang seemed to be suppressed by this Yin Qi storm, and the hot air that was blown out became frozen in the blink of an eye.
of ice crystals.
"die!"
A cold ghost hand grabbed Qin Jiuge and the two of them, as if it was going to freeze them into ice sculptures.
Seeing such a brutal offensive, Coach Zhu was completely desperate.
"My monthly money is gone! My wine is gone too!"
"And Rongrong from Yihongyuan, I'm sorry for you and can't redeem you!"
Coach Zhu's heart was full of regret. If he had known this, he should not have accompanied the young master to fool around.
Just when Professor Zhu was waiting to die, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of a knife. The silver bottle was broken, and the sound was like cracking silk.