Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Zhao Yang almost bit his own tongue, broken?

You are cultivators, can you get mixed up to the point of breaking up?How dare you say such nonsense?
"Vice-master, the rules of my Shuangxue Sword Academy are not up to the elite, and you are not allowed to leave the Sword Academy for a hundred miles, but within this hundred miles, because of Cishan, there is not a single monster..." Zhuge Jun's face He looked at Zhao Yang with a complicated expression.

so miserable?
"What about the disciples above the elite? And those elders, why don't they hunt monsters?" The northern region is desolate, but for practitioners, it shouldn't be so miserable, right?
After all, it is an eighth-rank sect.

Zhuge Jun pointed to his nose and said, "Elite disciple."

"Only you?"

Zhuge Jun nodded.

"Then, what about the elder?"

"asked for leave."

Ask for leave?

"The Elder Zhuge Hong was dissatisfied with the dean's exploitation, so in a fit of rage, he asked himself to sit in Cishan for three years." Zhuge Jun stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of Cishan, "There is a pavilion fifteen miles over there."

"Then doesn't he eat?" Zhao Yang was a little surprised. This Zhuge Hong, who has been in Cishan for three years, doesn't eat or drink?
"Three years, I won't die of hunger." Zhuge Jun nodded.

What a wonderful sword academy...

Zhao Yang rubbed his temples with some headaches, he didn't know if he came here right or wrong.

He raised his head to look at the disciples below. Although each of them was thin, their eyes were full of energy and shone with aura.

They all looked at him, the plate in front of him.

Let's settle down if you come, anyway, it's just a small matter for so few people to eat.

"Oh!"

With a wave of Zhao Yang's hand, a heavy monster corpse was thrown out.

"You can cook it yourself, right?"

"No problem, no problem..." Zhuge Jun's eyes flickered, rubbing his hands, staring straight at the huge monster.

As soon as he waved his hand, several disciples rushed over and lifted the monster aside, some lit a fire, others washed and stripped the monster, and started to set up a wooden frame to roast it.

The other disciples below all turned their heads and stared at him, unwilling to move their eyeballs.

Zhao Yang shook his head, stretched out his hand, and a large ice tray landed on the long case.

With a flash of inspiration in his hand, a three-foot-long crystal clear fish landed on the ice tray.

This fish is named Bingying, and it is a precious monster.

It was the one that Mu Canghe took out before.

After Zhao Yang ate for a while, he couldn't forget it.

It happened to be sold in a market, and tens of thousands of spirit stones were spent to get nearly a hundred ice crystals.

Holding a short dagger in one hand, he sliced ​​open the flesh on Bingying's back, then sliced ​​it off piece by piece like thin paper, and spread it out on the ice tray.

Mochi, who was standing by the side, quickly took out a wine jug, and put on various fruit plates, as well as some seasoned green salt and other things.

Standing not far in front of Zhao Yang, Zhuge Jun stared wide-eyed, staring at all kinds of food in front of Zhao Yang, and swallowed.

Zhao Yang picked up a piece of fish, closed his eyes and felt the moisture of the cold air.

Mochi poured a glass of wine and handed the glass to Zhao Yang.

This wine is also a rare fine wine, and it is quite famous in Xizhou.

Mochi has drunk it a few times. Wine is a real luxury in the Northern Territory.

"Brother, brother, think about it for a while, how could you be absent from the welcome banquet!" A voice sounded beside Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang opened his eyes and saw Zhuge Rui, who just said he was going to retreat for a year with a shy face, stretched out his hand to pinch a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

"Ugh..."

An intoxicated expression appeared, a little exaggerated and a little artificial.

"Hey... I haven't tasted such delicious food for decades..." Zhuge Rui opened his eyes, looked at the fish in front of him, and then at the jug next to him: "Is this wine?"

Zhao Yang nodded with a smile, a wine glass flashed in Mochi's hand, and Zhuge Rui snatched it away.

He lifted the jug carefully, as if the jug weighed tens of thousands of catties, and then slowly tilted it to pour the wine into the glass without leaking a single drop.

The wine glass was only half filled, and Zhuge Rui had already put the wine pot into his arms in pain, then picked up the wine glass, and smelled it gently in front of his nose.

"Mellow, soft..." Slowly shaking half a glass of wine, his eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

"The last time I drank alcohol seemed to be a hundred years ago, when I succeeded as suzerain..." Zhuge Rui looked at the liquor, feeling extremely reluctant.

Is this Frost Snow Sword Academy so poor?

The action of roasting the monster over there was also very fast, but within a quarter of an hour, the burnt meat had already been cut into pieces.

Several disciples distributed all the pieces of meat, and each person's plate was larger than a fist.

Don't underestimate it, the meat of this monster contains a lot of energy and blood, and there is also a little spiritual energy.

Such a piece, the average practitioner at the early stage of qi refining, can't digest it at all.

"Thank you for the reward, Vice President!" Zhuge Jun led the crowd to bow to Zhao Yang, and then started to move towards the piece of meat in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the lump of meat in front of everyone disappeared.

Then everyone was fascinated by their eyes and rubbed their bellies in satisfaction.

That's it, finished?

Zhao Yang tried his best to control his expression so that he would not look so stunned.

What kind of monsters are these guys? Looking at their low cultivation base, how can they be fine if they eat this meat?
After a while, these disciples opened their eyes again and stared at Zhao Yang.

This is, haven't you had enough?
"Well, Mr. Vice President, everyone is really hungry..." Zhuge Jun stuffed a piece of meaty bone into his mouth, blinking his eyes and looking at Zhao Yang.

"Junior brother, why don't you have another one?" Zhao Yang looked down, and there was no fish meat left on the ice tray in front of him.

It seems that this sect is full of foodies from top to bottom.

Zhao Yang's spiritual thoughts swept across, and the blood of the disciples below was a little different at this time, it seemed to be a little swollen than before.

Perhaps this is the secret of the Frost Snow Sword Academy?
It's quite interesting to say that I come to a place like Shuangxue Sword Academy with my own secrets.

It's just some monster meat, there are plenty of them.

Zhao Yang smiled lightly, waved his hand, and two thousand catty monsters were thrown out again.

All the disciples cheered, Zhuge Jun stretched out his hand to grab, the two monsters were caught in his hands, and he went there to wash and strip them.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother?" Zhuge Rui called out, raising the empty cup in his hand.

Zhao Yang waved his hand, and Mo Chi brought another jug ​​of wine.

Zhuge Rui chuckled, took it quickly, and filled Zhao Yang's and his own wine glasses.

"Junior brother, you don't know how long it's been since the disciples had a full meal..." Passing the wine glass to Zhao Yang, Zhuge Rui let out a "chuck" and drank the wine in his hand.

"Then the rules are dead, but people are alive. Why don't you let the disciples go hunting?" Zhao Yang asked curiously.

"Hey, Junior Brother, I don't know. The basic exercises I practice in Shuangxue Sword Academy are all about torturing the body. I have borrowed the power of Cishan from the very beginning. If I leave Cishan hundreds of miles away before I complete my cultivation, I will die." Automatically dissipate power."

Zhuge Rui said helplessly.

Sangong?