Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Hong Yuanzi was thoughtful, and after a short pause, he bowed and said, "My lord, can I tell Ling Yun Jianzong about this important matter?"

This is polite talk, if you don't tell Ling Yun Jianzong about this kind of thing, what can Hong Yuanzi do?

And if he didn't want to tell Lingyun Sword Sect, why did Zhao Yang tell Hong Yuanzi.

"Lingyun Sword Sect and Tianxuan Sword Sect are in a subordinate relationship. If Tianxuan Sword Sect takes action, there may be a turning point for this matter." Zhao Yang said expressionlessly.

Tianxuan Sword Gate!

The head of the four major sword sects in the Tianxuan world, the true top sect, and a second-rank force.

If Tianxuan Sword Sect takes action, it will definitely be much more difficult for the Yaozu to seal off Xizhou again.

It's just that a big power like Tianxuan Sword Sect cares about Xizhou and the little Lingyun Sword Sect?
"The situation in Xizhou is going to be chaotic. As long as Lingyun Sword Sect can gather all the sword cultivating sects in Xizhou, especially those talented sword cultivators, I believe that Tianxuan Sword Sect will not be indifferent." Seeing Hong Yuanzi's hesitation, Zhao Yang spoke again.

Gather all sword cultivators in Xizhou!
Is this going to provoke the four wars in Xizhou?
Hong Yuanzi's heart moved, and he remembered that the place he was in now was a sword field, and the Venerable seemed to be familiar with the Tianxuan Sword Sect. Could it be that this person is a certain powerful person from the Tianxuan Sword Sect?
Feeling that he had caught a little tail, Hong Yuanzi bowed and said, "Then I will pass the news to Lingyun Sword Sect."

Zhao Yang nodded, and disappeared in place in a flash.

He has already made the layout of the Lingyun Sword Sect. As for the rest, it depends on how Xizhou chooses.

In the next few months, apart from his own practice, Zhao Yang focused on the affairs of Xizhou.

There are various indications that the Yaozu really want to seal off Xizhou.

Zhao Yang had to make plans.

He specifically told Zuo Ling'er that if there was chaos in Xizhou, he would follow Lingyun Sword Sect.

Zuo Ling'er's current cultivation base is already in the late stage of foundation establishment, with sharp sword intent, plus sword weapons and magic weapons, Jindan can fight.Not to mention that he still has many treasures for protecting himself, as well as a secret realm that belongs to her alone.

Such a character is a treasure everywhere.

Dayu seems to be powerful now, but the Yinling Tomb colludes with the Yaozu, and when the Yaozu seals off Xizhou, Dayu will be the first to fall.

What's more, Zhongzhou is already on the move, and Zhou Muyang has already led several sects to Xizhou.

Among them, there are masters from the Hall of Battle Souls.

Dayu is bound to be in turmoil.

"Vice-principal, there is news that Mu Canghe, the sword-bearer of Cangyun Sword Academy, killed innocent people indiscriminately in the Spirit Demon Tribe, and is now wanted and hunted down by the Spirit Demon Tribe."

In the Frost Snow Sword Academy, Zhuge Jun bowed and said to Zhao Yang.

Mu Canghe?
Zhao Yang opened his eyes, his face was slightly condensed.

Mu Canghe is a stinking fart, but he is a real swordsman.He is a sword bearer in Daxue Mountain, and he only listens to his own sword.

This guy had a good relationship with the spirit demon Qin Bing before, so he would not discriminate against the spirit demon clan.And he sent the spirit demon Lingxue back to the spirit demon tribe, he should have gained the friendship of the spirit demon clan.

Among them, could something have happened?
"Give me the news, I'll go and have a look." Zhao Yang stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode away.

Mu Canghe can be regarded as Zhao Yang's guide in the Northern Territory Continent, and he even gave Zhao Yang his scabbard as a friendship.

Mu Canghe is in trouble, Zhao Yang doesn't know it, but if he knows it, he will go there.

When he reached the gate of the Sword Academy, Zhuge Hong had arranged for three thousand disciples, who were waiting outside in a flying boat.

"Sir, do you need disciples to accompany you?"

Zhuge Hong bowed and said.

"No, let Big Pig follow me. When he comes back, he can almost condense the golden core."

Zhao Yang waved his hand and strode onto the flying boat.

In the Sword Academy, Zhuge Rui has been retreating, Zhao Yang is not around, and only Zhuge Hong can control the overall situation.

This is the shortcoming of a rapidly rising sect like the Frost Snow Sword Academy. There are still too few talents who can truly stand alone.

A moment later, the flying boat pierced the sky and disappeared like a stream of light.

After traveling for several days in a row, at the mouth of a rushing river, the flying boat disappeared in the void.

One of the great uses of the power of yin and yang mysterious magnetism is to hide it, using magnetic force to simulate the trend of heaven and earth, so that people can't detect it at all.

The river is rushing, and the mouth of the river is thousands of feet wide.

In the flying boat, Zhao Yang stretched out his hand, and the scene above the river appeared in the light curtain in front of him.

Hundreds of spiritual lights danced, and practitioners flew in from time to time.

The news that the Spirit Monster Clan besieged and killed a sword-carrying man in Daxue Mountain caused people to come from thousands of miles away.

The emaciated Mu Canghe was surrounded by several white-haired figures, fighting on the river.

At this time, Mu Canghe was no longer the foundation-building cultivation that Zhao Yang had seen before, with a golden core hovering above his head, and five spirit patterns wrapped around it.

He was carrying a long sword behind his back, and a bright long sword was hanging in the air in front of him. With a light flick of his fingertips, the long sword was nimble, blocking all the attacks of the spirit monster clansmen.

"This kid has refined the sword he carries, and he should have found his way. Given time, there is no limit."

Seeing Mu Canghe's strength in the light curtain, fighting against several spirit monster clan members without losing the wind, the ancestor of Tianhong sighed in a low voice.

What Mu Canghe and Zhao Yang saw before was indeed that their cultivation and combat power had increased countless times.

"Mu Canghe, you killed the Great Elder of my Lingyao Chunshui lineage, and you are still so stubborn and stubborn today, you are looking for your own death!"

Outside the battle circle, there were dozens of white-haired figures. The leader wore a golden crown and held a black wooden staff, shouting and asking questions.

The spirit monsters have always had an affinity for ice, snow and water. The man wearing the golden crown shouted loudly, and the big river was rippling, and the waves rolled back and forth, as if he was responding.

Mu Canghe in the battle circle was unmoved, his long sword was still agile, and he met the enemy calmly.

"Hmph, it seems that you don't cry when you see the coffin!" Seeing that his words didn't affect Mu Canghe, the Golden Crown Spirit Monster Clan snorted coldly and waved his hand.

A figure was escorted by the spirit monster clansmen.

"Master!"

Mu Canghe, who had been expressionless all this time, finally showed his anger, cut off the enemy in front of him with a sword, and looked at the old man who was escorted.

"Don't be distracted, the only sword in my generation's heart is the sword—" the old man didn't finish speaking, and was slapped on the back of the heart by the palm of the spirit demon clansman behind him, he groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You are courting death!"

Mu Canghe shouted violently, and the long sword in front of him turned into a flash of spiritual light, and instantly came behind the old man, spun around, and chopped off the arm of the person who made the move.

"How dare you fight fiercely when you are about to die!" Several people who besieged Mu Canghe took advantage of his long sword to leave, and all kinds of attacks smashed through him at once.

"Om-"

Sword Qi rose up from Mu Canghe's body, and with the movement of his fingers, he received all the magic attacks.

"warehouse--"

The long sword fluttered behind the black-bearded old man, and the battle with those escorts, Mu Canghe opened up two battlefields by himself, and managed to maintain them.

"Canghe, although I don't know why you were hunted down, but these spirit monster clansmen destroyed my sword academy, you can't die here, the inheritance of my Cangyun sword academy cannot be broken!"

The black-bearded old man swayed while drinking, and then fell from the clouds into the river.

"Master!"