Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Zhao Yang turned around slowly, and saw a person wearing a blue robe behind him.

This person is tall and thin, with a somewhat dry face.But the eyes are so bright that people dare not look directly at them.

Zhao Yang saw the long sword on the back of this person at a glance. The hilt of the sword was rusted and decayed.But for some reason, Zhao Yang could tell at a glance that this was a good sword.

How good it is, anyway, it is better than those top-grade instruments in his hands.

Magic weapon?
No, spirituality is not enough.

"Can you feel my sword intent?" The man in the blue robe swept his eyes over Zhao Yang, shook his head slightly and said, "It's a seedling who practiced swords, but he has no spiritual power on his body, and he has already passed the training. Opportunity."

After finishing speaking, he looked into Zhao Yang's eyes and said, "Where's Qin Bingzhi?"

Who is Qin Bingzhi?
Zhao Yang showed doubts in his eyes.

"Don't tell me, you haven't met a member of the elixir tribe." The green-robed man's eyes became deep, and a lingering aura slowly rose from his body.

How did he know?
Zhao Yang remained motionless, nodded and said, "I threw him away."

threw?

The face of the green-robed man twitched slightly.

Before he could ask, Zhao Yang took the initiative to say: "He was injured, I threw him into the sea."

Throwing an injured spirit monster into the sea is saving him.

The expression on the face of the green-robed man was a little relaxed.

"It's okay, I'll go first." Zhao Yang turned around and strode forward.

For the time being, he doesn't want to have too much contact with the practitioners in the Northern Territory.

He is basically smeared about the Northern Territory now, and it is easy to reveal his secrets in front of these practitioners.

After a while, I know enough about the Northern Territory, and it won't be too late to get in touch with the practice world.

"Take me to find Qin Bingzhi." Just after walking a few steps, the person in the green robe behind him suddenly moved and stopped him in front of him.

"How do I know where he is?" Zhao Yang asked inexplicably.

The green-robed man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and a spiritual light enveloped Zhao Yang.

Then, Zhao Yang opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

I saw a blue arrow cursor flashing a faint halo on his outer robe.

The cursor points to Zhao Yang's left side.

Zhao Yang turned around, and the direction the cursor was pointing remained unchanged.

"When did this guy leave a mark on me?" Zhao Yang couldn't figure it out. The ancestor of Tianhong was beside him, and he didn't realize that he was marked by that Qin Bingzhi.

"The cursor is blue, which means you are close to the spirit demon clan." The man in green robe looked indifferently, looked at Zhao Yang with a mask on his face, and said, "If you have any malice towards him, the cursor will be red."

"If it's a red cursor, I've already sent out my sword to kill you just now." The words of the green-robed man made Zhao Yang break out in a cold sweat.

"Then, what is the function of this cursor?" Zhao Yang took a step back, looked at the green robe and said humanely.

Why are the few practitioners I met in the Northern Territory a little abnormal?

"This cursor is useless, that is, if you meet a member of the Spirit Monster Clan, they will take you back to the tribe." The green-robed man looked Zhao Yang up and down, with a smile on his face: "Then I will find a Snow Monster Clan member for you." Mate, give birth to a bunch of snow demons with human blood."

Uh……

Zhao Yang was speechless, this man in green robe didn't look like he was joking, could it be true?

"Of course, this mark can lead the person he wants to guide to find him." The green-robed man reached out to touch the mark, and the arrow-shaped mark flashed, extending in this direction.

"Let's go." The green-robed man pointed to the direction in which the mark extended.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Yang scratched his head.

"You saved him, don't you want to get some benefits from him? The Snow Demon clan is famous for their generosity."

The green-robed man smiled slightly, and his withered face revealed a certain expression: "You are past the age of cultivation, but if the Snow Demon clan is willing to help you, you still have a chance."

Does the Snow Demon Clan still have such abilities?

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Yang nodded and walked towards the marked direction.

If he didn't agree to lead the way at this time, and the attraction of cultivation couldn't impress him, it would be no wonder that the green-robed man didn't doubt him.

Seeing Zhao Yang's actions, the green-robed man's expression changed, and he walked behind him.

At this time, the sky was gloomy, even if there was no north wind, the snow and ice drifting from time to time would still make one bone-chilling.

Zhao Yang didn't have any spiritual strength, so he couldn't keep the cold air out of his body, so he had to run fast to warm up his body.

He ran fast, every step was strong and powerful.

The green-robed man who was following behind him showed some strangeness in his eyes, but he followed Zhao Yang expressionlessly, not far or near.

Without this green-robed man behind him, Zhao Yang would have plenty of ways to warm himself up.But at this time, he could only stand stiffly, relying on the flow of Qi and blood to keep out the cold.

After running for about two hours, Zhao Yang paused, turned around and said, "Can you take a rest?"

"Naturally." The green-robed man nodded, then looked at a cliff, and strode over.

"Bam—"

The green-robed man stretched out his hand, a dazzling light swept across, and a large hole several feet deep and a square in diameter was pulled out from the snowdrift on the cliff.

Zhao Yang's eyes moved slightly, this guy was using sword intent.

It's just that this sword intent is quite different from the sword intent I know.

The sword intent that Zhao Yang knows is based on sharpness and decisiveness in killing.

But the sword intent of the green-robed man was condensed and vigorous, stacked one after another.

Zhao Yang never knew that sword intent could be so thick.

"boom--"

There was a flash of inspiration in the hands of the green-robed man, and a ball of fire hung in the snow cave.

"Do you want to add some blood?" The green-robed man looked at Zhao Yang and asked.

of course.

After running for so long, Zhao Yang was already hungry.Now he is exercising entirely with energy and blood, without spiritual support, which consumes a lot of energy.

"Crack!" A nearly three-foot-long snow-white fish was thrown to the ground.

This fish looks so crystal clear that you can actually see its internal organs.

The scales on his body are crystal clear and shiny, like gems.

Even if he didn't have any spiritual power at this time, Zhao Yang knew that it was a monster full of spiritual energy.

The green-robed man went to the depths of the snow cave, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Zhao Yang looked at the big fish in front of him, walked outside the snow cave, stretched out his hand to pat the ice surface, and then came back with a huge ice cube in his arms.

He lifted the big fish onto the ice and drew a narrow, sharp knife from his waist.

The tip of the knife slashed across the back of the big fish, and the shiny fish meat glowed softly, turning over from the edge of the knife.

With one knife, a fish weighing nearly ten catties was scratched off.

Turning the fish face up, Zhao Yang slanted the knife in his hand across the fish.

Slices of paper-thin fish were laid flat on the ice.

A knife was cut across, and when the ice surface was covered with a layer of fish meat, there was only a layer of shiny fish skin under Zhao Yang's knife.

Gently rolling up the fish skin, Zhao Yang looked at the fish meat on the ice, sniffed it lightly, and then reluctantly took out a pinch of fine salt from a small cloth bag on his waist.

The fine salt is lightly sprinkled on the shiny fish, and it melts instantly.

Gently pick up a slice with the tip of a knife and put it in your mouth.

It melts at the entrance.

Icy and tender.

A vigorous heat rose from between the chest and abdomen, and the whole body's blood surged.Zhao Yang quickly suppressed it, otherwise, that bloody aura would immediately appear from the top of his head.

"The craftsmanship is good." At some point, the green-robed man was already standing in front of Zhao Yang, with an inexplicable smile on his face, he put a piece of fish into his mouth and chewed it gently.