Chapter 657 You Are a Human or a Ghost

The night sky was dark, shyly dotted with several stars.

Under the dim street lights, the long street was silent.

The three of them turned their bodies around and looked at the direction of Changjie attentively.

Imprinted into the eyes are two figures standing and lying down.

Standing is Xing Meng.

His eyes widened, and he stood there in a daze, as if surprised by the sight.

The figure of the person lying on the ground is a little messy, but it can still be seen clearly. This is the head of the Zhao family, the newly promoted seventh-rank martial artist, Zhao Yang!

Xing Meng and Zhao Yang just stood there quietly, not making a sound, like an oil painting.

The three of them looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"Why are there only Xing Meng and Zhao Yang left? What about Ye Yuren?"

"I don't know! I can't see the slightest trace of him!"

"Hey... Could it be that Ye Yu was beaten to ashes by Zhao Yang? That's why we can't see him?"

"...It's very possible! But why is Zhao Yang still lying on the ground without moving?"

"It is estimated that he has lost his strength and is resting. Do you want us to go over and take a look?"

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and leave! Zhao Yang mistakenly thought that we were going to take advantage of the fire and wiped out our group!"

The three people of Wan Qianjin were shocked, and their eyes showed fear. Zhao Yang's last blow scared them all.

"Where to go?" A cold voice sounded faintly beside the three of them.

"Isn't the night here beautiful? Stay and have a look!"

Wan Qianjin looked at the night that looked like an oil painting in front of her, and said leisurely, "Yeah, it's really pretty!"

Um?

The three of them suddenly felt something was wrong!

The voice just now was very unfamiliar, not the voice of the three of them!

Who was it talking about?

For a moment.

The three of thousands of gold stood on the spot as if they were struck by lightning.

After a long time, the three of them turned their necks stiffly, only to realize that there was still one person standing beside them!

Looking closely, it turned out to be Ye Yu who they thought was beaten to ashes!

"I go!"

The three of Wanqianjin let out an exclamation, dodged back and looked at Ye Yu's figure, their eyes full of horror.

"Ye Yu? How could it be you! I must be dazzled!"

"Ye Yu! Didn't you get beaten to ashes by Zhao Yang! Why do you still appear!"

"You, are you a human or a ghost!"

Ye Yu looked at the panic-stricken eyes of the three of them, and couldn't help but chuckled, and said faintly, "What? Is my strength so unbearable in your eyes?"

"Why didn't I defeat Zhao Yang, but Zhao Yang beat me to be able to fly?"

Hearing Ye Yu's question, the minds of the three of Wan Qianjin finally calmed down from their shock.

But the three of them still looked at the intact Ye Yu in disbelief.

"Ye Yu, are you really not dead? Did you defeat Zhao Yang?"

"Impossible! Zhao Yang is a seventh-rank martial artist, how can you stop his life-threatening blow!"

"That's right! Even if Li Wuzhen was there personally, he wouldn't dare to take the blow!"

Looking at the three people who were still unbelievable, Ye Yu shook his head and smiled, "That's the truth, Zhao Yang was indeed defeated by me!"

Wan Qianjin's pupils shrank, and he believed what Ye Yu said.

"Then, how is Zhao Yang now?"

"What do you think?" Ye Yu looked at the thousands of gold with a dull expression, a pair of dark eyes piercing the soul!

Qian Qianjin opened his mouth, but didn't speak. He really couldn't believe that Zhao Yang, who had been promoted to the seventh-rank See God Realm martial artist, was just... dead!