A few minutes ago, when that man flew into the sky and killed the ghosts with great power.

On the roof of a residence outside the Dragon King Temple, Li Yan and Qian Pangpang were frowning at the Taoist in mid-air.

【Zhang Jiao】

[Race: human]

[Strength: Samsung]

[Skills: summon wind and rain, spread beans to form soldiers, draw thunder, talisman,???,???.]

【weakness:???】

[Introduction: Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand.]

This is the information the two of them obtained through identification just now.

"This... this should be a player, right? This combat power is a bit strong, isn't it? It's not like the strength that Samsung can have." Looking at the information returned by the appraisal technique, Qian Pangpang looked hesitant and asked Xiang Pangpang.

Li Yan.

Generally speaking, if the strength displayed by a target exceeds the identified strength star level, then the probability that the target is a player will be very high.

Because the player's personal strength will not be identified, the only attributes that can be obtained by the identification technique are the attributes of the character.

For example, Li Yan's current personal attribute is three stars, but his character is a mortal with only sporadic strength.

Therefore, when other players see Li Yan through identification techniques, they will only show sporadic strength.

If at this time, someone sees that Li Yan can shoot out golden light with one palm and breathe fire with just one mouth opening, then Li Yan's identity as a player will be exposed instantly.

If an ordinary mortal shows strength that exceeds his own, in the eyes of other players, this must be the skill of the player used.

Many times, players rely on this method to judge whether the target belongs to the player by comparing their attribute strength with the real strength displayed.

The same is true for Zhang Jiao now. His star rating is shown as three stars, but the strength he shows is higher than three stars. People have to doubt that this is an NPC.

"Well...it's hard to say."

Faced with Qian Pangpang's question, Li Yan thought about it carefully and finally shook his head.

"It's hard to say? Flying directly in the air without relying on external force is an ability only available to four-star stars. This must be the use of skills or props." Qian Pangpang looked puzzled.

"It's not necessarily true." Li Yan analyzed calmly: "This Zhang Jiao character has the ability to control the wind and rain, so it is very likely that he also has a wind-controlling spell, but we just happened to not identify it; and

, and judging from the strength shown by this character, it is very likely that it is the peak of three-star strength, and we cannot say that it is four-star."

Hearing what Li Yan said, Qian Pangpang was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said: "Oh! That's right! No wonder I don't think the power of those thunder and lightning is strong enough. It may indeed be less than four stars."

"Another point is that as a player, you will never fight with these ghosts. If you are surrounded and in trouble, most players will think, 'We are going to lose this round anyway, so why not kill first?

With a mentality of making some money, I choose to kill the people around me who may be players first, and then try to get out of trouble."

"Then what if the people around me are stronger than myself and can't take action?" Qian Pangpang asked subconsciously.

"That's even better. If the sky falls, the taller ones will bear it. Let the stronger ones go up first, and you can pick up the heads from behind according to the situation." Li Yan spread his hands and replied.

"Well...that's the truth."

Li Yan pointed at the Taoist in the sky and said: "So, it is difficult for players to kill those ghosts when there are still people alive in the Dragon King Temple like Zhang Jiao."

"emmm...."

After finishing speaking, looking at Qian Pangpang's hesitant expression, Li Yan thought for a moment and then added: "Unless it's a chuunibyou, after all, a chuunibyou can do anything."

"Um,,,no, I actually wanted to ask, how did you tell that there are people in the Dragon King Temple? Any skills?"

"Clam?"

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, pointed at a figure in front of the gate of Dragon King Temple, and said, "Maybe it's because I have eyes?"

I saw a young man wearing coarse clothes in front of the Dragon King Temple.

The young man also held a small flag in his hand, waving it from side to side, as if he was cheering.

But the next moment, everyone knew that this little flag was anything but simple.

I saw that in the sky, all the ghosts suddenly stagnated in their movements, and then quickly rushed towards the Dragon King Temple below.

To be precise, he pounced on the small black flag in the young man's hand at the entrance of the Dragon King Temple.

Any ghost that touches the small flag will be immediately sucked into the flag.

In just an instant, the hundreds of remaining ghosts all got into the little flag, and no one was left.

The small flag is like a bottomless pit that is never full no matter what.

As the last ghost entered the flag, the little flag seemed to have lost control and floated swaying.

The red light on the small flag shone brightly, reflecting a blood-red surrounding. Then more than a hundred blood shadows shot out from the flag and floated in the air, transforming into more than a hundred translucent human figures with different weapons and indifferent expressions.

With the appearance of these humanoid figures, the temperature of the air seemed to drop sharply, and the yin energy became extremely heavy.

It can be seen that these are still ghosts. Apart from the difference in color, they have also become a kind of servants who are completely obedient to this young man.

After more than a hundred red ghosts emerged from the flag in the young man's hand, they immediately howled and slowly floated towards the sky again.

Seeing this, Zhang Jue's expression remained unchanged. He waved the sword in his hand gently and fired out a few sword energy, smashing the blood-red ghosts into pieces in an instant.

Seeing this, the young man's expression remained as usual, and he even smiled slightly.

The small black flag floating in front of the young man suddenly had a trace of blood rising up. Every time a blood-red ghost was shattered by Zhang Jiao, the blood light on the talisman flashed once, and the broken human form would also

They slowly gathered together and continued to pounce on Zhang Jiao.

Although these ghosts were quickly crushed again by Zhang Jiao, they had no consciousness and did not know how to avoid or fear. They would recover after being shattered, and then howl and fly out again after recovery, continuously flocking towards their targets.

, extremely difficult to deal with.

Zhang Jiao chopped all these ghosts into pieces several times in succession, but they would soon return to their original state.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Jue could only point his sword towards the sky and shouted softly: "Help me, Mr. Lei!"

There was a roar, thunder fell again, and Zhang Jiao's hair seemed to turn slightly white on his temples.
Chapter completed!