Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Zhao Yangduan sat on Xuelang's back, looked at the man in front of him with swollen blood, and murmured in his heart: These people from Shuangxue Sword Academy are not all muscular men, right?

The man also looked at Zhao Yang who was riding on the snow wolf's back at this time, curled his lips slightly and said: "It turns out that there is an owner."

Then he raised the big sword again, and shouted: "What are you doing here at my Shuangxue Sword Academy?"

"My master came to Shuangxue Sword Academy to practice." Mo Chi, who had been following Zhao Yang, leaned out and said loudly towards the big man.

At this time, Mochi's temperament has changed drastically. Under the attack of Tianhong Patriarch, the devilish energy in his body has been covered up, and now he looks like a housekeeper in the late stage of Qi refining.

Hearing that he was here to practice, the big man looked at Zhao Yang suspiciously, then looked at the snow wolf under his crotch and the ink pool behind him, and suddenly he had a warm smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, good job, Junior Brother!"

He took a step forward, pressed Snow Wolf's neck, and left with a half-twist.

"Junior brother, my name is Zhuge Jun. You will call me Brother Big Pig from now on. My younger brother Zhuge Hong, you will call him Little Zhuge."

Zhao Yang didn't realize it for a while, he wanted to come to the Sword Academy to practice, so he could get started directly without any formalities?
Also, he became a junior without taking out Mu Canghe's scabbard?
Is this progress too fast?
"What's your surname?"

Zhuge Jun, who was holding the snow wolf in front of him, turned his head and looked at Zhao Yang.

"Zhao Yang."

"Oh, Junior Brother Zhao, let me tell you, you are right to choose our Shuangxue Sword Academy. Our Sword Academy has a radius of [-] miles, and that's this!" He gestured his thumbs and said proudly.

An eight-rank sect can frighten eight hundred miles?This is worse than the Ninth Rank Sect...

As Zhuge Jun walked forward, Zhao Yang saw the continuous dark mountains.

His face darkened and his brows furrowed.

As he continued to approach the mountain, his energy and blood rushed uncontrollably.

Fortunately, his control over Qi and blood has reached a fine level, and after a little adjustment, his complexion is as usual.

"Good guy, this is a magnetic mountain, or the kind with super strong magnetism." The voice of Tianhong Patriarch rang in Zhao Yang's ear: "The Sword Academy is built here, either a lunatic or a real expert."

The farther forward, the taller Zhuge Jun in front of him walked more slowly.

With a big sword on his back, every step seems to be exhausted.

"This kid is training his physical body. The big sword alone weighs at least a thousand catties in this Cishan Mountain." The ancestor of Tianhong said lightly.

This Shuangxue Sword Academy is a bit interesting.Zhao Yang couldn't help being very curious and looking forward to such a sword academy built under the Cishan Mountain.

After walking for more than an hour on Baili Road, there is a huge courtyard thirty miles away from the black magnetic mountain.

Blue bricks and red tiles, white walls and cornices, quite atmospheric.

"Master, Master, I'll bring you fat, the younger brother is here!"

Zhuge Jun let out a strange cry and almost said the word "Fat Sheep".

"Oh!"

The tall red lacquered gate of the Sword Academy opened wide in an instant, and a black figure flew out.

Zhao Yang took a closer look and saw a thin old man standing in front of him.

The old man stared at Snow Wolf, and his throat moved slightly.

Snow Wolf seemed to feel the danger, and stepped back again and again.

The old man raised his head to look at Zhao Yang, then looked at the ink pool behind him, and then his expression changed: "Old Master Zhuge Rui, Master of Shuangxue Sword Academy, I don't know why you are here?"

Zhao Yang jumped off Snow Wolf's back, cupped his hands to the old man and said: "Junior Zhao Yang, come here to practice because of your reputation."

"Famous?" The old man chuckled, looked at Zhao Yang and said, "I really didn't know that my Shuangxue Sword Academy still has such a reputation."

Just as Zhao Yang was about to explain, the old man waved his hand and said, "No matter how you came, how much did you bring for the tuition?"

Didn't it mean that after entering the Sword Academy, all expenses should be covered by the Sword Academy?
Didn't it mean that as long as the aptitude passes the test, everyone can enter the Sword Academy for free?
Seeing the momentary astonishment on Zhao Yang's face, the old man curled his lips and said, "If you don't have the spirit stone, you can pay the bill with this animal. Looking at this fat body, it can last for three to five days."

"How many spirit stones do you need?" Zhao Yang is not interested in paying the debt with snow wolves, as long as the spirit stones can solve the problem, it is nothing.

"You don't look like you are here to be a handyman disciple." The old man looked at Zhao Yang and stretched out three fingers: "A low-level entry-level disciple, thirty spirit stones a year."

"Intermediate inner disciples, three hundred spirit stones a year."

"Elite disciples, [-] a year."

"Elder and deacon, 30 a year."

"Master, cough cough, the master will not sell it for the time being." The old man coughed lightly, stared at Zhao Yang, and spread his hands: "Pay the money to get in."

"Headmaster, isn't there still a vacancy for the position of deputy headmaster..." Zhuge Jun beside him muttered.

"Oh, yes, the deputy director is cheap, 100 million spirit stones a year." After reminding, the old man gave Zhuge Jun a teachable expression.

"A low-level entry-level disciple—" Before Zhao Yang finished speaking, Zhuge Jun said loudly, "That's a handyman who can't learn anything."

Nodding his head, Zhao Yang said again: "Intermediate inner sect—"

"It's full. There are no more places in the inner sect. If you want to enter the inner sect, you have to come back in three years, no, 30 years later." The old man turned his back and refused to visit Zhao Yang.

"Is there any other places available?" Zhao Yang said with a chuckle.

"There are not many places for elite disciples, but there are many places for elders." The old man raised his head and said with his neck stuck.

"Then, I want one—" Zhao Yang stretched out his hand to hold out a spirit stone: "The position of the vice-principal."

"Deputy headmaster—" The old man stared, saw the top-quality spirit stone in Zhao Yang's hand, grabbed it, and looked at it carefully.

"Zhuge Jun pays his respects to the Vice President!"

The tall Zhuge Jun gave a loud cry and bowed his head to Zhao Yangna.

"Greetings, Mr. Vice President!"

……

Dozens of figures rushed out from the red lacquered gate, bowing to Zhao Yang.

All of them were as thin as monkeys, wearing only thin clothes, with dark faces and thin skin.

"Hey... Junior brother, I really don't have the ability to manage the sword academy as a brother, so I will go to retreat and practice, and I will see you in a year. I will entrust this sword academy to you!" Holding the top-grade spirit stone in his hand, Zhuge Rui giggled, turned around and flickered a few times before disappearing.

What kind of sword academy is this, isn't it too weird?Zhao Yang is a little suspicious now, isn't Mu Canghe cheating himself?
wrong!

Zhao Yang was shocked all of a sudden, at some point, the ancestor of Tianhong didn't speak in his ears!

He is afraid of being discovered!

This Sword Academy is probably not as simple as it appears on the surface...

Zhao Yang squinted his eyes, looked at the four big characters of "Shuangxue Sword Academy", with a smile on his face.

"Vice-principal Master, in order to welcome your arrival, we have prepared a banquet, and please honor your honor." Zhuge Jun stepped forward and cupped his hands, and then reached out to lead to the door.

Zhao Yang was not too polite, he strode into the door, and saw a large square, paved with blue and white stones, and black magnets everywhere.

In the square, there are rows of wooden cases.

"Vice-principal, please take your seat." Zhuge Jun shouted, signaling Zhao Yang to sit on the long table placed at the top.

Zhao Yang stepped forward a few steps, and sat behind the long table. There were groups of disciples below, nearly 500 people, lined up in a row and bowed to Zhao Yang: "I have seen the vice-principal."

Then they got up and sat in front of the wooden desks.

"Vice-principal, there are five hundred and three people in my Frost Snow Sword Academy. Except for the principal who is in retreat and one who asks for leave, the others have arrived and can start the meeting."

Zhao Yang lowered his head and looked, these disciples' cultivation bases were appalling, not even one-tenth of them were in the state of qi refining, and most of the others were only in the middle stage of body training.

This is really a long case in front of a family of eighth-rank Shili. On it is a jade plate. On the plate is an egg-sized ball of meat from an unknown monster, with a trace of blood.

And the wooden tables below are all empty.

This is the opening table?
"What do you mean?" Zhao Yang looked at Zhuge Jun who was licking his tongue.

"Vice-principal, my Frost Snow Sword Academy has been out of cooking for several days..."

Zhuge Jun said in a low voice with a bitter face.

Break, cook?