Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

On the beach, Zhao Yang stood in the distance, watching the soldiers in front line up, the long knife in his hand turning into a stream of blood red.

Under each beam of light, no matter whether it was a monster in the realm of refining Qi or a monster in the realm of foundation building, whether it was a technique or a weapon, it all turned into powder.

It can be seen with the naked eye that every time the knife is cut, there will be a beam of promotion light emerging from someone's body.

One day later, all ten thousand soldiers were able to refine Qi!
Zhao Yang knew that what he did today would change the pattern of the practice world.

From then on, these people, who are not in the eyes of the great power, exist like ants, and will appear on the stage.

In the world of dragon battles in the four seas, 30 troops lined up behind, and in front, [-] soldiers lined up in a line, wearing armor that flashed with spiritual light, holding long knives, and ten thousand soldiers could strike with one blow.

Every blow cuts the monster clan in front of him to pieces, and every blow makes the sea water flow backwards, rolling up a hundred feet of violent waves.

The 30 army just watched the [-] soldiers in front of them draw their swords, step forward, and draw their swords.

"boom--"

I don't know how many times I swung the knife, and the monsters in front of me have changed batch after batch.Refining Qi and building foundations, until this moment, the three demon clans in the Golden Core realm set off waves and rushed forward roaring.

"Roar--"

Thousands of sword lights are drawn down, and the sword light, blood, and evil spirit are connected together, turning into a thousand-foot-long dragon.This black and red mad dragon opened its mouth, roared, and swallowed the three monster gold cores.

The battle was over, and the black dragon hiccupped and dissipated.

The sea is calm.

The 30 army was silent.

"Understood? This is the combat power of my human army."

Zhao Yang flew up and looked at the 30 soldiers standing quietly below: "Would you like to be the dead bones by the Lancang River, or would you like to be like them, powerful fighters who would make the ancestors of Jindan hate?" To be dry bones, or to be strong Soldiers, is this still a choice?

Everyone raised their heads and stared at Zhao Yang.

The eagerness in those eyes was as hot as the sun.

Become!

After nearly ten days in a row, almost without sleep, Zhao Yang finally trained a real iron-blooded soldier.

With one, he can practice thirty, three hundred, he is confident.

With a flash of his figure, he didn't care about these troops anymore, and flew out of the game world.

"My lord, Manager Yang of Fuhua Warehouse has been waiting for several days." Seeing Zhao Yang appearing in the big tent, Wu Mingshuo stepped forward to report.

Before Zhao Yang entered the game world, he had already informed Fu Hua Warehouse, but he had been training the army these days, and he had no time to return to the camp.

Yang Peng walked into the big tent and was slightly taken aback when he saw Zhao Yang in black armor.

A person's temperament comes from his status and his own strength.

When I met Zhao Yang for the first time, he was just a down-and-out Ninth-Rank Sect Master who had been sealed with sword intent and entered the military camp in embarrassment.

Even if he is neither humble nor overbearing in front of Yang Peng, at most Yang Peng feels that he is a person who can be invested.

Every time I saw Zhao Yang after that, there were not small changes in him, whether it was cultivation base or power, they all improved rapidly.

As the shopkeeper of a large business firm, Yang Peng, a great monk who established the foundation, when facing Zhao Yang, looked down from before to head up.

But now, he needs to look up!
Regardless of his cultivation, military position, power, or the domineering demeanor he displayed at this time, Yang Peng unconsciously lowered his head and bowed his waist.

"Little man—"

"Where is Shopkeeper Yang talking?" Zhao Yang shouted loudly, "You and I are friends in times of trouble, why are we called adults and villains?"

Yang Peng trembled all over, his face flushed with excitement.

"How? Investing in me, Zhao Yang, has your Fuhua Warehouse ever lost money?" Zhao Yang pointed to the seat in front of him, and then said half-jokingly.

deficit?
Thinking of this, Yang Peng's face flashed with glory.

Investing in Zhao Yang was the most correct thing he did in half his life.

From the beginning to the end, Fuhua Warehouse traded fairly with Zhao Yang, and the harvest was so great that the upper management of Fuhua Warehouse did not expect it.

No one expected that it only took more than a month for a new military star to rise.

From now on, Zhao Yang, with the resources he holds in his hands, can easily fill Fuhua Warehouse with any inclination.

"My lord has only been in the army for more than a month, and he dared to go to the front line. Hearing this, I also sweat." Yang Peng looked at Zhao Yang and smiled: "Fortunately, General Zhao is very comparable. With this battle, Dayu youth generation, you have a seat."

The discrepancy between the rumors outside and the actual situation is not small.

In order to protect Zhao Yang, Zhenhaiwei downplayed his achievements a lot.But the light that came out has already made his light surpass countless peers.

The younger generation of Dayu?Zhao Yang smiled slightly in his heart, that was before.

"Shopkeeper Yang, Fuhua Warehouse's previous investment in me has been of great help to me." Zhao Yang looked at Yang Peng and waved his hand.

"boom!"

A wave of spiritual power surged up in the big tent, Yang Peng widened his eyes and stood up in awe!

In the big tent, nearly a hundred pieces of high-grade magical artifacts were densely packed, even if they were suppressed by Zhao Yang, they still exuded awe-inspiring aura.

"This--"

The corners of Yang Peng's mouth trembled, one hundred pieces of high-grade magical artifacts, which are worth 500 million spirit stones!

Zhao Yang is very satisfied with the effect he created.

Fuhua Warehouse is a group of businessmen, so use money to smash them into confusion and make them pawns in your hands.

"Treasurer Yang, I hope you can bring these artifacts to Qingkong Mountain and conduct a transaction with the Qingyun Sect. Half of the proceeds from the transaction will be handed over to Zuo Ling'er, the acting lord of the Qingyun Sect."

Seeing Yang Peng's puzzled look, Zhao Yang sighed softly and said, "I've killed many monster clans before, and I've already been on the monster clan lore list, so it's better not to get too close to Qing Yunzong."

Yaozu lore list!
Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Yang Peng was not surprised but delighted.

There are more than tens of millions of human elites in the world, and there are no more than a thousand people who can make the last list.

It is really a super value investment for such people to become partners with Fuhua Warehouse.

You know, even if Zhao Yang has no chance to grow up, Fuhua Warehouse's vision will be recognized by people.

"Don't worry, general, I will definitely take care of this matter at Fuhua Warehouse."

Zhao Yang nodded, he really didn't want to get too close to Qing Yunzong now.

Except for those who knew him well, everyone else felt that he had nothing to do with Qingyun Sect after being expelled from Qingyun Sect.

That's good, it's also a kind of protection for Zuo Ling'er and the others.

"For the other half of the transaction, shopkeeper Yang will help me see if I can find some master craftsmen?" Zhao Yang looked up at Yang Peng.

A master craftsman, not the kind of craftsmen like Xu Hua and the others before.

Every master craftsman is a craftsman who has refined high-grade or even top-grade magic weapons, and is a treasure in the practice world.

Even the Yaozu would not easily attack such characters.

Generally speaking, master craftsmen seldom enter the army to serve.

After all, most of the military needs are those streamlined instruments. They only seek more, not refinement. For the masters, there is no training and help in skills.

Yang Peng was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "General Zhao, I, the Sixth Elder of Fuhua Warehouse, is a well-known master craftsman. I'll go back and convey General Zhao's meaning."

Zhao Yang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said in a loud voice: "As long as the elders of your company are willing to come, I, Zhao, can bring out whatever you want, such as spirit stones, magic tools, and exercises."