Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

A beam of sword light exploded like a thunderbolt from the nine heavens, and it traveled around the main hall of the Qingyun Sect in an instant.
"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

……

A long sword flew up into the air, whirled and fell to the ground.

"Zhao Yang!"

"Sixth Senior Brother!"

"metropolitan!"

……

There was an exclamation in the hall, each with different expressions.

Lowering his eyes, Zhao Yang lowered his head and walked forward step by step without saying a word.

With a sweep of the corner of his eyes, he could see the expressions of everyone in the hall. Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief at the flickering fear in the eyes of the old man standing by the pillar on the left.It is not in vain to gather strength with his own pace and issue this sword with all his strength.

"Senior Brother..." On the right side of the main hall, a delicate girl surrounded by several female disciples struggled to move forward, but was restrained by Zhao Yang's appearance at this time, and stopped in her tracks.

The tip of Zhao Yang's unsheathed long sword fell to the ground and dragged, making long scratches on the bluestone floor, with a piercing "thrilling" sound.

Although all the people in the hall could be suppressed with one sword, this was Zhao Yang's limit. He didn't even have the strength to put the long sword back into its sheath. If he hadn't dragged the sword, his trembling right hand would definitely not be able to cover it.

One step at a time, Zhao Yang's legs and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and his eyes were already in a trance.

At this time, there must be no flaws!

He bit the tip of his tongue, and the tingling made him wake up a bit.

In the hall, everyone held their breath. Zhao Yang's slightly trembling shoulders and sword-like back made everyone feel that this was a volcano that was about to erupt. No one could survive when the lava erupted.

Standing under the pillar on the left, Hu Yan gathered all his spiritual power in his palms, his eyes fixed on Zhao Yang's right hand.As long as there is a sign of a sword, he will arouse the diamond talisman in his palm, and then run away.

Because, he couldn't defend against the sword just now!

suddenly!

Zhao Yang stopped walking forward, and raised the fingers of his right hand one by one!

Hu Yan's eyes popped out, and the spiritual power in his palm was broken. He was about to activate the talisman, but stopped abruptly. The instantaneous reversal of the spiritual power made him blush.

I saw Zhao Yang's fingers slowly leaving the hilt, and Ren Changjian fell to the ground.

"Dang--"

Without the support of the long sword, Zhao Yang's legs gave way, and he knelt down in front of a row of spiritual seats.

"Master, all senior uncles, disciples, disciples..." Crouching on the ground, a surge of blood surged up his throat, interrupting Zhao Yang's words.

From the eyes of the people in the hall, Zhao Yang was extremely sad, his body trembling from swallowing blood magnified the sadness infinitely, and an aura of grief and indignation instantly permeated the entire hall.

"Father—" the delicate girl let out a mournful cry, her body went limp, only the support of several female disciples behind her kept her from collapsing.

The eye sockets of these female disciples were all red, and their silver teeth were clenched.

Not only them, those male disciples also had tears in their eyes, and tightened the hilt of their swords tightly.

This atmosphere even infected the Hu family's children who came with Hu Yan. They all lowered their heads, as if they were too ashamed to raise their heads.

"Hey..." The spiritual power gathered by Hu Yanti slowly dissipated, only then did he realize that his back was already wet.

In the hall, there were only the wind flapping the curtains and a few low and suppressed sobbing sounds.

After a long time, Zhao Yang who finally came to his senses slowly got up.

Turning around, Zhao Yang's eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the hall like lightning, and finally stopped on the delicate girl.

"If you want to be pretty, you should be filial" is indeed true. The girl is all in white, like pear blossoms with rain, which makes people love and pity her.

Seeing Zhao Yang cast his gaze over, the girl called out "Senior Brother" in a low voice, broke free from the support behind her, staggered a few steps, and the girl who was held in Zhao Yang's arms buried her head in Zhao Yang's chest, weeping uncontrollably.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Zhao Yang let out a low sigh, stretched out his hand to caress the girl's hair, and said softly, "Junior Sister, my condolences..."

It was good that Zhao Yang didn't make a sound, but when he made a sound, the girl was even more sad, and she cried bitterly on Zhao Yang's chest.

"Senior brother...they, they slandered father and got a wrong position, senior brother...you...you have to make the decision...make the decision for me..." The girl's sobbing words made all the Hu family children in the hall change expression.

Zhao Yang turned his head to the left side of the hall with a blank expression, his eyes passed over those Hu family children, and fell directly on Hu Yan's face.

Some panic, some hesitation, some unwillingness and annoyance, it seems that so far, the situation is still under his control.Zhao Yang patted the girl's back with one hand, and calculated carefully in his heart.

Following Zhao Yang's gaze, everyone in the hall looked at Hu Yan.Even the girl lying in Zhao Yang's arms turned her head quietly at this time, gritted her teeth, and looked at her with big eyes full of hatred.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was gloomy, and many disciples unconsciously put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

"Zhao, Martial Nephew, back then your Grandfather—" Hu Yan straightened up a little, his face turned into pity, and raised a book in his hand, but he was interrupted by Zhao Yang before he could speak.

"You send your junior sister back first."

Zhao Yang's voice was low, his eyes were still fixed on Hu Yan, he let go of his arms, and pushed the girl in his arms towards the female disciples.

"I do not want--"

The girl's words were interrupted by Zhao Yang's sharp gaze. Several female disciples looked at each other, dragged the girl, and slowly exited the hall.

This is to do it!
There was a slight commotion in the hall, and everyone silently adjusted their positions and postures.

As the female disciples led the girl out of the hall, the atmosphere in the hall immediately became extremely tense. Apart from the sound of heavy breathing, everyone could only hear their own heartbeat.

Zhao Yang is very satisfied with the effect he has created. At this moment, he only needs to give an order, and the disciples of Qingyun Sect will draw their swords without hesitation.

It's a pity that I don't even have the strength to swing a sword now.

"You guys go out too." Zhao Yang glanced at the disciples of Qingyun Sect.

what?
What Zhao Yang said made the disciples stunned. Could it be that the sect wants to deal with all of them, the nonsense old thief alone?

"metropolitan……"

"Didn't you hear what my suzerain said?" Zhao Yang turned his eyes to Zhang Tao who spoke, ignoring his indignation, and directly blocked his words.

Disciples, you look at me, I look at you, and move back slowly.

If it was yesterday, Zhao Yang's order might not have been obeyed by everyone, but when he entered the hall just now, Zhao Yang swung his sword like a flying dragon, so that none of the disciples dared to disobey orders at this time.

That's right, with the shocking sword that the suzerain just made, it is more than enough to deal with people like the Hu family.The suzerain must be afraid that his family will be hurt.

"Walk."

"Walk."

Several disciples tugged at Zhang Tao's sleeves, and slowly retreated outside the hall.

"And you."

Zhao Yang's eyes swept over the Hu family's children.

What does it mean?The members of the Hu family looked at Zhao Yang, and then turned to look at their Patriarch, Hu Yan.

Is this kid going one-on-one with the old man?Hu Yan was apprehensive, and looked at Zhao Yang with some doubts.He was a little guilty in his heart, after all, Zhao Yang's sword just now was too shocking.

"Master Hu is this courageous?"

There was a sneer at the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth, but his eyes were sharp.

"Om-"

With a soft sound, the long sword that fell on the ground disappeared in a flash, reappeared, and fell into Zhao Yang's hands.

"Jian Xin is clear!" Hu Yan's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Yang gently raised the long sword, and the tip of the sword passed in front of those Hu family children who were hesitantly watching.

"roll!"