Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

The sword intent on Zhao Yang's body was so strong that the female cultivators at the middle stage of Qi refining could not resist at all. The vigorous killing intent made them tremble, and they abandoned Zheng Hui in panic, and scattered and fled.

"I, Qingyun Sect's lord, the elders and the following eight elites in the mid-to-late stages of Qi refining sacrificed their lives just to refine a Boundary Breaking Pill for you, Mr. Zheng Hui's newly recruited maidservant."

Zhao Yang had no expression on his face, his eyes were fixed on Mr. Zheng Hui who had fallen to the ground in front of him.

Five Breakthrough Pills!
The Qingyun Sect's previous suzerain, several elders, and several elite disciples died for the five breakthrough pills.

Could it be that the lives of these people were not worth five Breakthrough Pills?

At this time, the practitioners in the audience discussed in low voices, telling about the catastrophe that Qing Yunzong had encountered before.

In the eyes of those high-ranking sects, the high-ranking members of a sect are not even as good as the servants around a disciple of the younger generation.The lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of disciples in one sect are not as good as the words of a maidservant.

Such things abound in the practice world, and low-level practitioners feel the same way.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

In the venue, watching the five fleeing female cultivators, everyone watched coldly.

"A group of lowly servant girls!"

Zuo Ling'er roared angrily, her body was like a flying swallow, her long sword turned into a streamer and caught up with the five fleeing female cultivators.

"what--"

After several screams, Zuo Ling'er turned around with her sword and landed on the high platform, her face covered with tears.

This is her first murder.

It was the accomplice who killed her father.

Zuo Ling'er pushed towards Mr. Zheng Hui step by step, this was the culprit.

"You, you want to kill me? My grandfather will be here soon, you dare to kill me?" Zheng Hui howled fiercely as he rubbed back on the ground.

Zuo Ling'er's face was icy cold, holding a long sword, he stepped forward step by step.The blood dripping from the blade is warm.It dripped on the ground, stirring up bloody flowers.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me! I have spirit stones, I, I have treasures..."

Zuo Ling'er's killing intent made Zheng Hui unable to persist any longer, so he howled and begged for mercy.

"You guys, save me quickly, my grandfather is coming soon, he will reward you, you can ask for anything, he is the Patriarch of Jindan!" Seeing that Zuo Linger was unmoved, Zheng Hui turned behind him and faced the audience Roar.

Some people may be moved, but at this time, no one will stand up.

Zuo Ling'er stepped forward and raised his long sword.

"Junior Sister, wait a minute."

Zhao Yang suddenly made a sound and stopped her.

"Zhao Yang, save me, save me, I will make you Qingyun Sect the first lower court of Qingyun Immortal Sect. You will become the richest lower court master of Qingyun Immortal Sect." Hearing that Zhao Yang stopped Zuo Ling'er, Zheng Hui was like Grabbing the straw, he yelled at Zhao Yang.

"Yes, you killed this bitch, you pledge your allegiance to me, my grandpa is coming, and everyone will die. Come here soon!" Zheng Hui shouted incoherently with a distorted expression on his face.

"Senior brother..." Zuo Ling'er looked at Zhao Yang, and slowly put away the long sword.

"I am the suzerain of Qingyun sect. It is my business to avenge the former suzerain." Zhao Yang smiled lightly and took a step forward.

"warehouse--"

A hot blood spattered up.

The patriarch of Qingyun Sect, Zhao Yang, killed an envoy of the seventh-rank sect and the grandson of the Jindan Patriarch in full view!
The whole venue was silent.

"Thank you, brother." Zuo Ling'er's tears rolled down.

Zhao Yang didn't speak, but slowly withdrew his sword.

This is the practitioner!
There was a sudden realization in his heart.

Cultivation is not an act of carelessness.

If the mind is not smooth, there is no way to go!
With a sword stabbed out, Zhao Yang felt a colorful gate slowly open in front of him, and behind that gate was Tongtian Avenue.

Do whatever you want to be a fairy!

"boom--"

Zhao Yang stretched out his hand and sent the blood python battle ax to Li Wenxuan.

"Mr. Li, please save my junior sister and Qingyun Sect disciples."

Li Wenxuan pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Brother, you—" Zuo Linger was startled, and just about to ask a question, Zhao Yang put his hand on her neck, causing her to fall unconscious in his arms for an instant.

Carrying Zuo Ling'er to Li Yuzhu's hand, he turned around and landed in front of Shu Quan and the others.

"Brothers, take care."

He reached out and took out a green wooden stick, and threw it towards Shu Quan and the others.Then he flew up, his figure turned into a sword light, and rushed to the sky above the venue.

"Junior Sister, one day, I will wear golden armor and step on colorful auspicious clouds to marry you!"

The voice is still there, but the figure is already insignificant.

The entire venue, thousands of monks, were all speechless.

Qing Yunzong's aura is at its peak these days, like the sun is at the height of the sky.Zhao Yang is like a rising star, shining for three thousand miles.

But this kind of prosperity, like cooking oil, is like fireworks in a moment.

Without Zhao Yang, how much strength does Qing Yunzong still have?

Can Zhao Yang escape the pursuit of a Jindan Patriarch?

Countless people pondered, if they were themselves, would they have made that sword.

In practice, do you want to live, or do you want to be happy?

"Father, Zhao, can Zongzhu Zhao get away?" Li Yuzhu looked at Li Wenxuan with hope in his eyes.

Li Wenxuan looked solemn and shook his head slowly.

"boom--"

With a loud roar, Zhao Yang, who was going far away, vomited blood, and his figure fell from mid-air, hitting a stand.

"Oh!"

The smoke and dust cleared, and a white-bearded Taoist man in a white uniform hung in the air with his face sinking like water.

"Want to leave?" The Taoist saw Zheng Hui lying in a pool of blood with a look of grief on his face.

He flew down on the stage, bent down, reached out and gently closed Zheng Hui's terrified eyes.

"Today, everyone here will be buried with my Huier!"

"boom!"

A soaring spirit pillar shattered the clouds in midair into pieces, and then turned into mist and dissipated.

Around the high platform, there was a mess, and countless people vomited blood and retreated.

There was a panic in the venue, and countless people scattered and fled.

"Senior, it's over."

Holding the folding fan in his hand, Li Wenxuan landed in front of the Taoist, saying in a deep voice.

"It's over?" The Taoist yelled madly, "Why didn't you tell me when they killed my grandson?"

, As the words fell, Taoist's absolute killing intent rushed to Li Wenxuan who was standing in front of him.

"Killers, people will always kill them." Li Wenxuan showed no fear on his face, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a ray of light flying around his body, forming a faint light curtain.

"Half magic weapon, no wonder..." The Taoist gritted his teeth, his face turned cold.

"It's Li Hao here, and I want to kill someone, can he stop him?" The killing intent on Taoist's body slowly accumulated, ready to deliver a shocking blow at any time.

"Ahem, little old man, there is an injustice and a debtor. I killed your grandson. You should find me." At this moment, a voice came.

The unsteady Zhao Yang stood up, stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was about to speak again, but another mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably.

He covered the corner of his mouth with one hand, letting the blood scatter along the seam of his hand, and stretched out his other hand towards the Taoist, clenched his fist, leaving only his middle finger raised up.

"Since you want to die early, this old man will help you." The Taoist's eyes were stern, and he rushed towards Zhao Yang with a flash.

"Shh-"

Li Wenxuan's figure also moved and landed beside Zhao Yang.

"You really want to stop me?" A burst of flames rose from the Taoist body.

"boom--"

There were a few muffled sounds in the sky, and Li Wenxuan's face changed drastically!