Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

What can be called a sword by practitioners is a real sword.

Magic level sword weapon.

For a sword cultivator, a magic-level sword weapon may double its combat power.

At the beginning, Yao Guang achieved one person with one sword, and he fought several times of enemies alone. The sword in his hand was a magic weapon, and he was fighting with his life.

After he shattered his soul, the magic weapon and great sword also shattered.

Hearing Zhao Yang say that there is a sword, Mu Canghe's eyes flashed a little light.

"It is said that today, that sword will be given away as the dowry of the daughter of the head of the Huiyan Sword Sect." Zhao Yang suddenly added.

Mu Canghe looked at Zhao Yang, his eyes moved.

Zhao Yang smiled and took out a red invitation card.

"Young Master Tiezuiya, thousands of miles away, came to the banquet, but somehow he lost the invitation."

Mu Canghe reached out to accept the invitation, looked it over, and nodded.Then he withdrew all the spiritual power, and the blue robe instantly turned light blue, and his face that had been vicissitudes turned fair, and he looked younger by more than ten years.

The rotten long sword behind him also changed its appearance, shining brightly, like a precious magic weapon.

Well, it looks like a nouveau riche.

Going in the direction of the Huiyan Sword Sect, along the way, I met many practitioners one after another.

After all, this is an eighth-rank sect with a radius of thousands of miles, and it still has a lot of prestige.

Most of the cultivators around were carrying long swords, and many of them were above Foundation Establishment.

The level of practice in the Northern Territory is indeed much higher than that of Xizhou.

"Welcome fellow Taoists to come to watch the ceremony. Please go to the main hall to take your seats." Outside a tall mountain gate with a sapphire base, several old men in scarlet brocade robes greeted the guests there.

From the mountain gate up, there are dozens of miles of lush greenery, all kinds of spiritual plants and medicinal herbs.This scene, complemented by the surrounding white snow, shows a bit of immortality.

Those welcoming elders just stood there with a smile on their faces, but their eyes were very sharp and they scanned every guest who came.

Mu Canghe strode forward, and Zhao Yang followed behind him.The two passed in front of those old men, and the spiritual thoughts of those people were slightly swept away, but they didn't stop them.

Behind the mountain gate there is a special platform for receiving congratulatory gifts, and several disciples registered there.

Mu Canghe walked straight up the mountain as if he didn't see it.

The two walked along the rather wide mountain road, but came to a large hall in a short while.

Perhaps because of the barrenness of the Northern Territory, this hall is quite crude, a bit worse than the Qingyun Sect's hall, and completely incomparable with the Changhe County Sheriff's Mansion, which is also an eighth-rank force.

At this time, many people have come to the front of the hall, and the bustling three or five people communicate together.

Zhao Yang followed Mu Canghe to a corner, and after listening for a while, the news was all about the daughter of the Huiyan Sword Sect patriarch's daughter and the precious sword.

Zhao Yang's eyes scanned the surrounding guests, but unfortunately, he didn't find the figure of Qin Bingzhi, a member of the spirit monster tribe.

Of course, presumably he had already prepared a disguise, so it would not be so easy for people to detect.

Suddenly Zhao Yang's expression moved slightly, and he frowned imperceptibly.

He quietly spread out his palm, and on a small compass in his palm, there were several red blood spots flashing, getting closer and closer.

Could it be that in the Northern Territory, the Yaozu can already appear in an eighth-rank sect so grandiosely?
Before he could think deeply, there was a burst of noise behind him, and he heard someone shouting, "The wedding party is here!"

Turning his head to look, he saw a group of people in big red shirts striding forward.

"Today, the young master of Liuyue Xianzong, Qin Changbing, and Miss Huayuning of the Huiyan Sword Sect have tied the knot, which is a great joy."

In front of the welcoming team, an old man in a red robe had a happy face, and he cupped his hands and said to the surroundings: "My fellow Taoists can be a witness, and I am grateful to Liuyue Xianzong."

The Flowing Moon Immortal Sect is also an eighth-rank sect, so the strength of such two marriages can be consolidated and expanded.

The guests who came naturally applauded all day long, and many of them complimented with smiles on their faces.

Mu Canghe stared at the young man in brocade robes in the welcoming team, thinking a little.

When the welcoming team came to the main hall, the door of the Huiyan Sword Sect opened, and a group of people also wearing happy clothes came out.

"Fellow daoists, I am very grateful for coming to watch my daughter's wedding. Please drink a glass of water and wine later." The old man stood on the high platform and bowed his hands in all directions.

This is the suzerain of the Huiyan Sword Sect, Hua Fengyuan of the Jindan first-rank realm.

This one is one of the overlords within a thousand miles.

After the hustle and bustle, the welcoming team of Liuyue Xianzong stepped forward, and all the red tapes were completed, and some people shouted "Li Cheng".

A bride with a big red hijab on her head was led out and sat in a sedan chair carried by four practitioners of the welcoming team.

The brocade-clothed young man in the welcoming team bowed to Hua Fengyuan, and then the two exchanged a few words in a low voice.Hua Fengyuan laughed a few times, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a long sword of Senhan appeared in his hand.

As soon as the sword appeared, it immediately caused ripples of spirit energy to surge.

Sure enough, it is a magic weapon, and it is also a magic weapon level sword weapon with not weak spirituality.

Standing in front of Zhao Yang, Mu Canghe's expression changed slightly, his figure swayed slightly, and then stopped again.

I saw that Hua Fengyuan held the long sword and handed it to the young man in brocade clothes.

The young man took the long sword, with a smile on his face, handed a box to Hua Fengyuan, then turned and left.

As the welcoming team left, Hua Fengyuan waved his sleeves and said, "Fellow daoists, please be seated—"

"There is a problem with the welcoming team. I'll go and have a look. Be careful yourself." Mu Canghe said to Zhao Yang in a low voice, and then moved out of the square.

There is a problem with the welcoming team, and there is a problem here.

Zhao Yang's eyes flickered, he thought for a while, and then walked into the hall with the guests.

He didn't want to care about these things at first, but he became interested in it because it had something to do with the Yaozu.

There are rows and rows of table seats in the main hall, and some melons, fruits and drinks are placed on each table.

There are very few lands in the Northern Territory that can grow food and melons and fruits, and most of them are lands that have been transformed by formations.

The value of these melon and fruit wines is no worse than ordinary spiritual food.

Those guests sat down, and many of them had already feasted, stuffing those precious melons and fruits into their mouths.

Zhao Yang searched for a corner, and just reached out to pick up a fruit, when he heard the voice of the ancestor Tianhong: "If you want to die, you can taste this fruit."

Zhao Yang smiled slightly, then reached out to lift the jug on the long case, and poured a glass of wine.

Picking up the wine glass, he sniffed at the tip of his nose.

"Fellow daoists, please drink this cup to the brim—"

Above, Hua Fengyuan, the suzerain of the Huiyan Sword Sect, raised his wine glass and gestured towards the surroundings.

Zhao Yang raised his hand and sent the wine glass to his mouth, and the wine instantly fell into the game world.

"Mixed with the snake venom of Hei Kui Mi Snake, after a cup of tea, the drinker will fall asleep." The voice of Tianhong Patriarch said: "This poison is colorless and tasteless, unless the divine sense is extremely powerful, it will not be noticed at all."

While pretending to be drinking and eating melons and fruits, Zhao Yang kept his mind on the other people beside him.

"Boom."

With a soft sound, the person next to him lay down on the table and fell asleep.

"I can't drink enough..."

Zhao Yang muttered softly, and then lay down on the table.