Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Basic swordsmanship 1."

"Get 12 gold coins."

"Get internal force 1."

"Pick up an iron sword handle."

……

After beheading all the scarecrows in front of him, Zhao Yang left the game world with a flash of light.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Zhao Yang opened his eyes and looked at the illusory attribute panel.

Character: Zhao Yang Xiuwei: First Level of Body Refining (7823/10000)

Cultivation method: Qingyun sect body training technique (small success)

Skills: Basic swordsmanship level six (10000/12000) (Dzogchen)
Bloodline: none

Wealth: 1314 gold coins

Equipment: Iron Sword

物品：草绳2麻鞋3饭团10铁剑3白狐皮1红狐皮1花猫皮1
Numbly issued an order to take back all the useless items in the baggage, Zhao Yang sighed a long time.

Ten days ago, Zhao Yang traveled through time.

At that time, he played an online game casually and felt good, so he clicked on the client platform to download. The moment the progress bar opened, the computer exploded.

When he woke up, he was already Zhao Yang, the disciple of Qingyun Sect Master on Qingkong Mountain in Changhe County in the west of Tianxuan World, and he had received all his memories.

Traveling through the sect of practice, and still being the disciple of the suzerain, the benefits are not bad.

What's more intimate is that half a month ago, the head of the Qingyun Sect died in a blast furnace during alchemy, and a lot of elders and disciples died. Zhao Yang now has the highest status among the disciples of the sect and will soon become the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect.

Thinking of his status as suzerain, Zhao Yang fixed his eyes on the thin letter paper in front of him again.

"Within three months, take out five Boundary Breaking Pills, otherwise Qingyun Sect will be delisted from now on..."

The scorched letter paper was so damaged that the handwriting could only be discerned vaguely.

It was after receiving this letter that Zhao Yang's master gathered experts from the sect to forcibly refine high-level elixir, which resulted in his death in the furnace.

Who wrote this letter?What kind of threat made Qing Yunzong's senior officials risk their lives to make alchemy?What will happen if you can't take out the elixir? ...

There was no clue about each question, but it really weighed on Zhao Yang's heart.

woe...

As a traveler, Zhao Yang got a golden finger, which is the game login platform, which has dozens of online games, and the experience and items obtained in these games can be brought out.

As the sole owner of this game login platform in Tianxuan World, Zhao Yang can not only gain experience and props from fighting monsters in these games, but also share what other players have gained in the game.

What's even more perverted is that with the improvement of his cultivation base, the control over the game platform will be unlocked step by step, including a series of rights to modify the burst rate, experience, refresh and distribution ratio of items, and operate the system business.

With such a powerful golden finger, wouldn't it be possible to live a long life with long-term vision and live freely!

When Zhao Yang logged into the platform excitedly, ready to kill all directions in the game, he was dumbfounded.

"This game has not been unlocked yet, the unlocking condition is one level of body training at the player level."

"This game has not been unlocked yet, the unlocking condition is to build a foundation at the player level."

"This game has not been unlocked yet, the unlocking condition is the first level of the player's golden core."

……

It’s fine if you don’t give a beginner’s gift pack, but those who are still on the horse will have to unlock it again!
These games require the player's cultivation to be unlocked, but after time-traveling, Zhao Yang's original cultivation of the third level of Qi refining is gone, and he is now a mortal!
Relying on the convenience of being the suzerain, Zhao Yang used his power to obtain two pills for washing hair and cutting marrow, and brewed several pots of body refining soup. Finally, he re-entered the door of the cultivation realm, reached the early stage of body refining, and finally unlocked it. a game world.

The sad thing is that this game, which only needs to be in the realm of body training, is still at the level of hell for the current Zhao Yang.He can't beat even slightly stronger monsters, so he can only spawn some mobs.

The mob's experience is pitifully low. Although he insisted on cultivating the basic swordsmanship to Dzogchen, his own cultivation level has not increased.

According to this speed, it will take at least three years to return to the third level of Qi Refining.

But who will give him three years?Qingkong Mountain is not a benevolent place, and Qingyun Sect is not a benevolent hall either.

Don't say three years, even three months can't wait.

"Bang bang bang-"

"Sixth Senior Brother!"

"Sixth Senior Brother!"

Hearing the call from outside the door, Zhao Yang changed his expression and said calmly, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young man in white clothes rushed into the room with an anxious face: "Senior Brother Six—"

"Huh?" Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, acting suzerain." The young man's expression changed, and he cupped his hands with a bitter face and said, "dai suzerain, Master Hu, ah no, old thief Hu is here again."

"Come as soon as you come, just leave it alone, do you want me to receive it personally?" Zhao Yang smiled coldly: "It's just an abandoned disciple of the sect."

Hu Yan, the Patriarch of the Hu Family in Qingyang Town, had worshiped under the Qingyun Sect back then, so he was still Zhao Yang's uncle in terms of seniority.It's just that these family monks are different from the Zongmen monks, their minds are not in the Zongmen, and nonsense returned to the family early.

Yesterday, Hu Yan brought a large group of the Qingyang Town family to the sect to mourn Zhao Yang's master, who relied on the fifth level of qi refining, and was very senior, so what he said was very unpleasant.

If the cultivation level is still there, Zhao Yang will not be afraid of this old guy even if he is two levels behind with the basic swordsmanship of Dzogchen.

However, there is no aura in his body, no matter how advanced the swordsmanship is, it is useless.He could only grit his teeth and accept it, losing a lot of face in front of the disciples.

This old guy came again today, Zhao Yang's first reaction was to ignore him.

"No, old thief Hu took a handwritten letter that said it was left to him by his ancestor."

"Oh!"

Zhao Yang stood up and smashed the wooden table in front of him into pieces with one palm.

"Old thief!"

He blushed and cursed through gritted teeth.

When nonsense went down the mountain back then, it could be regarded as having nothing to do with Qing Yunzong.

Now he is just relying on his cultivation level to make it clear that he is bullying Qing Yunzong and Zhao Yang.

That's all, the old thief actually forged the master's handwriting, this is simply a great shame to Qing Yunzong!
Even among the dozen or so sects in the entire Qingkong Mountain, none of the sects had a precedent of succession and family monks.Where does such a handwritten letter place the two generations of Qingyun Sect masters!

"This is to embarrass the ancestor, and make the master's peace in Jiuquan!" Seeing Zhao Yang's angry look, the white-clothed youth gritted his teeth and said, "Sixth senior brother, you must take action this time and teach this old thief a lesson!"

Shooting?

lesson?

These two words were like a basin of cold water, immediately extinguishing all Zhao Yang's emotions.

Take a shot, almost courting death.

The nonsense of the fifth level of Qi refining is enough to kill the current Zhao Yang, one finger is enough.

"Hey...Lao Qi, Master's bones are still cold, how can I meet with Master Uncle in front of his old man's spirit? You go and appease him. As for the so-called Master Master's handwriting, it's just a joke." Zhao Yang shook his head with a look of compassion Looking around, he slowly sat back on the wooden couch.

The young man in white was stunned for a while, a little in disbelief: "No, brother, it's all..."

"Zhang Tao, didn't you hear what my suzerain said?" Zhao Yang's face darkened, and he gave a low drink.

"Yes, I obey." The young man in white opened his mouth, finally bowed helplessly, took a few steps back, and walked out of the room.

"Internal troubles and external troubles..." On the wooden couch, Zhao Yang sighed in a low voice, staring blankly at the illusory login interface.

Lao Qi is obviously not a good bird, and obviously wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It's just that this group of short-sighted guys, don't they know that when they fight among themselves, the other sects of Qingkong Mountain are even more laughable?

"Suzerain, Suzerain!"

After a while, an inner disciple came running panting heavily.

"Sovereign, there is a fight ahead!"

Zhao Yang jumped up from the wooden couch, took two steps with the long sword in hand, and suddenly stopped.

I just ordered Lao Qi to appease him, why did he fight?Lao Qi only has the second level of Qi Refining, which is not enough for nonsense.

Is this a real fight, or is it acting for yourself?

"This old seventh, how dare you fight with the uncle in front of the spirit of the master?"

"The head of the sect, it's not senior brother Zhang Tao, but junior sister Zuo Linger."

little sister?
"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Zhao Yang growled, and disappeared instantly like the wind.

Junior sister Zuo Ling'er is the only blood of the master, if there is a mistake, the hearts of the Qingyun sect will be scattered immediately.

Before the people of Zhao Yang arrived at the main hall, they heard the sound of gold and iron clashing in it.

what to do?Even if he broke into the main hall, he would not be able to save the little junior sister.And revealing the secret of losing one's cultivation base is a dead end!
But it doesn't work if you don't make a move. If you fight like this in front, you can't hide.

Thoughts flashed in Zhao Yang's mind, the only thing he could rely on now was his swordsmanship in the Dzogchen realm.

Fight!

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily without hesitation.

"stop!"

The long sword was unsheathed and flew straight into the hall.