Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

The power of Cishan is an incomparably huge pressure for disciples who have not cultivated the power of Xuanci.

But for Zhao Yang who has cultivated the power of Xuanci, there is no pressure at all.

And in his perception, there is a faint sense of intimacy in the power around him, as if welcoming his arrival.

The lodestones floating in mid-air circled around him, seeming to be cheering.

Ten miles is not far away, without any pressure, Zhao Yang can finish it in a short time.

When he came to the foot of Cishan Mountain, Zhao Yang saw it clearly.

What kind of magnetic mountain is this, this is clearly a giant sword!
A big black sword that is unknown how many miles long and buried deep in the snow!

Walking to the edge of Cishan, the scratches and bright red bloodstains on the dark mountain were clearly a black magnetic epee that had returned after many battles.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yang couldn't imagine that the Patriarch of the Sword Academy who held such a long sword in his hand could seriously injure him and put him to sleep.

The fourth-rank sect, the sect with such powerful practitioners, is only ranked fourth-rank. Zhao Yang can't imagine how powerful the third-rank sect is, and the first-rank sect in Zhongzhou, and even the legendary surpassing first-rank sect exist.

Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?

Seeing the true face of Cishan, the self-satisfaction that Zhao Yang had cultivated before to master the power of Xuanci disappeared without a trace.

Sure enough, the great way always requires awe.

He stood silently in front of the magnetic mountain for a long time, then turned and left.

No matter how powerful it is, isn't it sleeping here?Only when it is truly strong enough that no one in this world is hostile can it live forever!

Leaving the area around Cishan, Zhao Yang strode towards the thatched cottage.

After seeing Cishan, his desire to improve himself and the strength of the Sword Academy became more urgent.

As soon as he arrived in front of the thatched cottage, he was taken aback for a moment, his figure flashed, and he came to the stone steps.

I saw Zhuge Hong, who was still in the magnetic force just now, lying down in front of the stone steps with a tired expression and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

His profound magnetic power dissipated.

Zhao Yang's face darkened, he stretched out his arms to hug Zhuge Hong, his body flickered, and he had already returned to the Sword Academy.

"Vice-principal—"

When Zhuge Jun saw Zhao Yang returning with the unconscious Zhuge Hong, his complexion changed drastically.

"It's done."

Zhao Yang handed Zhuge Hong to Zhuge Jun, and said in a low voice: "It is estimated that I stimulated him and made him want to merge the magnetic force urgently."

San Gong!

Zhuge Jun trembled all over, picked up Zhuge Hong, and ran away.

Zhao Yang shook his head and returned to his room.

"Senior, what do you mean, is this sword academy patriarch seriously injured and unable to wake up?" Zhao Yang said in a low voice while sitting cross-legged.

Outside of Cishan just now, the voice of the ancestor Tianhong sounded in his ears, which startled him.

The ancestor of Tianhong told Zhao Yang that it might be difficult for the ancestor of the Shuangxue Sword Academy to wake up.

"Indeed, this patriarch came here to heal his wounds, but the younger generation's disciple is unworthy, which backfired, making him unable to borrow energy, blood, and spiritual power. If things go on like this, he may really not be able to wake up." The voice of Tianhong Patriarch It rang in Zhao Yang's ear.

According to the explanation of the ancestor of Tianhong, as long as there are many disciples in the sword academy, and his own magnetic power, spiritual power, and blood echo with that ancestor, he can slowly wake up the ancestor and then heal his injuries.

But for some reason, not only did the disciple of the Shuangxue Sword Academy not do this, but it seemed that they blocked the blood and spiritual power of the ancestor, and no one went within ten miles of Cishan.

In this way, the ancestor might not be able to wake up until he was seriously injured and passed away.

"Supposedly, when this one comes back, the juniors of the Sword Academy should be instructed?" Zhao Yang asked a little puzzled.

After being silent for a while, the ancestor of Tianhong said in a low voice: "Foreign enemies plan, internal divisions, and disciples have different ideas. This person may have other thoughts. Anyway, the reasons are complicated."

He said softly, and sighed helplessly: "The dirty things in the big sect are beyond your imagination."

As the patriarch of a fifth-rank sect, he sighed so much, Zhao Yang felt a different kind of emotion in his awe of these great sects.

But he also understands that the most complicated thing in this world is the human heart.

Many people fail not because of their strength, but because they don't grasp people's hearts.

The human heart is really a complicated thing.

After sitting cross-legged in silence for a long time, he sighed softly, and his figure disappeared.

According to the ancestor of Tianhong, the sleeping person basically doesn't need to be too scruples now, if there is no major event, he will not wake up.

If he can't recover from his injuries, when he wakes up, it will be the day of his death.

Don't worry about this one, Zhao Yang can directly come to the game world physically.

He landed in a world, but for a moment, a figure bowed in front of him.

"Tie Wei Jiu pays his respects to the master."

"Zhang Yuyang, I said, take off the mask, and you can be yourself. Besides, you are in Zhongzhou, not Xizhou. Tie Wei Jiu, let him go." Zhao Yang waved his hand and looked at the person in front of him with a smile. Middle-aged monk.

The cultivation base in the later stage of foundation establishment is of no use to him, but being in Zhongzhou can bring him a lot of help.

"Master, if Tie Wei Jiu hadn't met his master, he would never be where he is today. Zhang Yuyang in front of outsiders will always be the master's Tie Wei Jiu." Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Zhang Yuyang knelt down on one knee and turned his head touch the ground.

The smile on Zhao Yang's face was even stronger, he raised his hand to help Zhang Yuyang up, and said, "How are you doing in Zhongzhou?"

"Return to Master, after we went to Zhongzhou with Captain Wu, we dispersed and inquired about the news according to the adults' wishes." Zhang Yuyang bowed his head and reported to Zhao Yang every detail of the news he had inquired after he arrived in Zhongzhou.

The power of Zhongzhou is so powerful that it is unimaginable without personal experience.

For example, those big sects that ruled Xizhou were only a small force in Zhongzhou, and they didn't dare to raise their heads at all.

The prosperity of Zhongzhou, the prosperity of the practice, and the strength of the practitioners, as Zhang Yuyang narrated, spread in front of Zhao Yang.

"Okay, you will stay in Bailu County from now on, and I will look for you again after a while." After listening to Zhang Yuyang's story, Zhao Yang nodded, stretched out his hand, and the 10 yuan spirit stone fell to the ground.

"These are the expenses for your operation." He stretched out his hand a little, and a pale golden long sword flew out: "This top-grade magic weapon is your reward."

"Thank you master, Tie Wei Jiu will go through fire and water for master and die."

After Zhang Yuyang left, Zhao Yang summoned the scattered iron guards and dark guards one by one.

Sure enough, people's hearts are the most complicated.

After personally severing the hearts of more than a dozen iron guards, Zhao Yang had a new understanding of people's hearts.

These iron guards who already have a different heart, if they keep them, they will be backlashed one day, so it is better to get rid of them directly.

After everyone had met and explained, Zhao Yang suddenly felt extremely tired.

He didn't want to kill, but he had to kill for himself again and again.He wanted to give himself a reason to make him less merciful.

"Master General!"

Seeing Zhao Yang, Wu Mingshuo's face was full of excitement.He bowed, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dozen corpses lying on the side, and couldn't help trembling.

"The iron guards who came to Zhongzhou betrayed me," Zhao Yang said with no expression on his face, "This is still the black iron guard whose life and death are in my hands..."

Wu Mingshuo's expression changed when he heard the words, and he immediately fell to his knees.