Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

The silver armor is light and thin, which is good for riding and sprinting.The spiritual light on the armor flickered, obviously it was a magic weapon.

The horse was not an ordinary war horse, but a windwalker with ferocious horns.

This is a violent monster. Although the ability to run long distances is poor, it has strong explosive power and is suitable for short-distance fighting. It is a mount commonly used by low-level generals.

A troop of sergeants followed the windwalker, five or six hundred men.

"Zhenhaiwei is not the place for you fellows who are cultivating immortals to ask questions. Our captain advises you to take off your armor and go back to your sect to practice?" The young military academy in silver armor looked at those around Zhao Yang. The calm sergeant said to Zhao Yang contemptuously.

"You know me?" Zhao Yang put away his spear and looked at the general indifferently.

"Hehe, although I don't know you, which general in the army can use such a seemingly useless spear technique?" The silver armor general smiled, sat on the horse, and looked at Zhao Yang Sergeant around.

"Everyone, He Shuangchi, the ninth-rank school captain in Xiasuhe County, is going to Zhenhaiwei this time, and his subordinates need to form a new army." Speaking of this, a spiritual light rose from his silver armor, and the wind treading beast under his seat also began to attack. Nodding his nose.

"My father is the eighth-rank general of the Suhe County Governor's Mansion. These five hundred brothers are all the elite of Suhe County. If you brothers don't give up, come with me to the new army camp. Let's make contributions together, how about it?"

After saying these words, He Shuangchi smiled and waited for the reply from the two hundred soldiers beside Zhao Yang.

Zhenhaiwei is an iron-blooded military camp that only pays attention to strength, and only the truly strong can survive.

These ordinary sergeants have more chances of survival only if they follow the strong.

What is the identity of the eighth-rank general? There are five hundred elites following him from the beginning. I believe these people will have their own decisions.

The whistling wind was mixed with the snorting of the Windwalker, and then it was gone.

The sergeants around Zhao Yang didn't seem to understand He Shuangchi's words, turned their faces away, and did what they should do.

A blush flashed across He Shuangchi's face, then he smiled, and said to his side: "Hu Dayou, go and play two tricks, and let this soldier join the army to see."

"Order!"

Beside the Windwalker, a sergeant in black armor in his forties clasped his fists and stepped forward a few steps with a big black gun in his hand.

"Everyone, you are making a fool of yourself!"

As soon as the aura on this person's body rose, a breath of mid-stage Qi refining radiated out.

"kill!"

With a violent shout, Hu Dayou's face was immediately filled with killing intent, and with a "huh" sound from the big gun in his hand, he stabbed fiercely.

"kill!"

"kill!"

……

With every roar, the big gun stabs forward, and within ten steps, the big gun turns into a black snake and stabs ten times.

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

It's not that Hu Dayou's moves are so clever, on the contrary, he is full of flaws.

It's just that this indomitable momentum is within ten steps, and under the same cultivation level, it really means that I am invincible.

As for after ten steps, if the enemy is not dead, then he can only straighten his chest and send his own head.

"That's right, that's right. It seems that Brother Hu is also a veteran of hundreds of battles. Zhao admires him." Seeing Hu Dayou who was out of breath, Zhao Yang smiled and cupped his hands.

The sergeants around Zhao Yang also cheered.

These sergeants are simple-minded and only look up to those who are really capable.

Hu Dayou grinned, turned around and returned to the side of the silver-armored general He Shuangchi.

Zhao Yang took a look. He Shuangchi had seven or eight other sergeants like Hu Dayou.

Whether it is cultivation or experience, these people are extremely rich.If the two fight against each other, these people alone can defeat the 200 people around Zhao Yang.

Of course, this is without considering Zhao Yang's presence.

Even if Hu Dayou showed his spear skills, no one around Zhao Yang had the intention of joining He Shuangchi.

He Shuangchi sat on the Windwalker, saw that no one was talking to him, he was very bored, so he shouted loudly: "Let's go!"

More than [-] soldiers left, Zhao Yang and the others rested on the spot, and they set off after eating a bowl of monster broth.

Zhao Yang was still sitting in the carriage, sinking into the game world with his divine sense, constantly polishing his spear and spell skills.

That golden core swordsman is still in the game world, and he has killed nearly fifty monsters.

Zhao Yang was also the first to intuitively feel the strength of a Jindan cultivator. Whether it was the soul, blood, or spiritual power, he could not guess.

"Camp and rest!"

It was almost noon, Zhao Yang shouted loudly in the carriage, the team stopped, guarded and rested in an orderly manner.

It was still a monster at noon, this time Zhao Yang asked Yu Youren to add some spiritual grains, and had a rather delicious meal.

"My lord, shopkeeper Yang is here."

As soon as he picked up his job, Wu Mingshuo stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper Yang, it's really better to come early than coincidentally, why don't we have dinner together?" Zhao Yang looked at Yang Peng who was striding forward, and said cheerfully.

At this time, Yang Peng's face was full of exhaustion, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he was full of energy.

"Haha, that's a good thing. Yang has been running all night, and he hasn't had any water or rice all day and night." Yang Peng came to Zhao Yang while talking, and said in a low voice: "Zhao joined the army, it's done."

It became.

The cooperation with Fuhua Warehouse has been completed.

In other words, in the future, Zhao Yang will be a partner of Fuhua Warehouse, and Fuhua Warehouse will invest a large amount of money in Zhao Yang.

"These are two hundred sets of magic weapons. I gathered them from the head office and specially matched them with magic weapons for close-range and long-range attacks." Yang Peng handed a black storage bag to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang took the storage bag and checked it with his spiritual sense. In addition to the neat and uniform black armor, various spears, swords, and longbows were equipped in different proportions.

This value is more than 20 spirit stones.

But Zhao Yang didn't get entangled in this, and the cheapness of the spirit stone didn't matter to him.

"Zhao Canjun, we will arrange the masters you want within half a month. In order to support the adults' actions, I will send a group of people to you this time." Said, Yang Peng pointed to the soldiers who were stopped by the soldiers. A group of men in black robes in the distance.

Zhao Yang waved, and the sergeant over there stepped out of the way.

This group of black-robed and masked people came three feet away from Zhao Yang and stood quietly.

Yang Peng solemnly handed a crystal red ball to Zhao Yang.

"This is something controlled by the qi and blood of these dead men. Zhao Canjun can control them by refining this thing."

Zhao Yang took Wen Run's small ball, stretched out the power of his palm, and a stream of mixed information entered his mind.

The twenty dead men in front of them were all obtained by Fuhua Warehouse through different channels.Some of them were Zongmen monks, and some came from certain families.

For various reasons, they lost their freedom, were restricted and controlled, and could only become slaves.

The small ball in Zhao Yang's hand imprisoned the hard work of these people. It only takes Zhao Yang's thought to break the pulse of these people and kill them instantly.

This is the world of practice. Besides Xiuxian Taoism, there is also darkness beyond your expectation.

"Four people build foundations on the first floor, six people refine Qi on the ninth floor, and ten people refine Qi on the eighth floor, not bad."

Refining the ball, Zhao Yang looked at the row of men in black in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Meet the master." The 20 people knelt on one knee, and pulled off the black cloth covering their heads, each revealing a black iron mask covering most of their faces.

"Since a long time ago, they no longer have their own faces and names. Zhao Canjun, you can give them a name." Yang Peng stood beside Zhao Yang and said softly.