Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Flipping through the treasure of the town house casually, Zhao Yang was so shocked that he almost turned over from the wooden couch.

This seemingly thin book contains everything and is densely packed with written descriptions.

Xuanci Jianguang is not a sword technique, but a way of cultivation.

This is the first time that Zhao Yang has seen the secret book explaining the Dao of cultivation.

Art, law, way.

This is what he knows about the different levels of practice.

He had practiced spells before, comprehended sword intent, accomplished swordsmanship, spearmanship, and even magic spells, and mastered some practice rules when attacking foundation establishment.

When his sword and spear skills were perfect, he also searched for the way of practice in the past, but he couldn't get the point.

Unexpectedly, the book in his hand turned out to be a treasure that directly pointed to the Dao.

For this book alone, let alone spending 100 million spirit stones to change to a vice-principal, even a few million more would be worth it.

He flipped through it quickly, and there were detailed records in this black magnetic sword light, from the lowest level of refining magnetism into the body, to the subsequent condensed black magnetic sword light.

A ray of mysterious magnetic sword light can carry tens of thousands of weights, but it can change thousands of times.

According to the records in the book, the Xuanci sword was radiant, the sky and the earth changed color, and Yuanji was reversed.With a sword out, ghosts and gods bow their heads.

Only after taking a few deep breaths did Zhao Yang suppress his urge to practice this exercise right away.

This thing came so easily, he couldn't believe it.

The only one who can help him distinguish is the ancestor of Tianhong.

In a flash, he turned into an NPC again and came to the world of asking.

"Hey, what made you come here physically?" Tianhong, who was frowning at the chessboard, threw the chess pieces and stood up.

"Look at this exercise." Zhao Yang stretched out his hand and handed over the yellowed book.

"Xuanci Jianguang?" Patriarch Tianhong took the book, flipped through a few pages lightly, and then his face became serious.

He turned more and more slowly, with a rare expression of solemnity on his face.

This is something Zhao Yang has never seen before.

Ever since I took this old man into the game world, I have always seen him laughing and cursing, with an unscrupulous appearance, but I didn't expect him to have such a serious side at this moment.

"The exercise is true, but this exercise is very difficult to practice, no wonder the Shuangxue Sword Academy has withered like this." After closing the book, the ancestor Tianhong looked at Zhao Yang.

Not only is it difficult to practice, it is simply harsh.

As long as the practice begins, one must continuously enter the body with the power of black magnetism. It needs to be practiced until the blood gushes like mercury and the bone turns into refined iron before it can be regarded as an introduction.

This kind of physique, even in those body training sects, is also in the realm of Xiaocheng. The top beam of the sect exists, and in this Frost Snow Sword Academy, it is the entry point.

During this process, if there is any carelessness, the qi and blood will be reversed and die.

And then to walk with the sword bound, it is even more necessary to carry a heavy sword on your back and not leave your body for a moment for three years.

If it is elsewhere, the thousand-jin giant sword is nothing, but outside this magnetic mountain, the weight of the thousand-jin sword may be several times higher.

Ordinary practitioners, let alone carrying a sword, can't even lift it.

As for the next few realms, every step is extremely harsh, and if you are a little careless, you will either explode and die, or your blood will be exhausted, and you will start all over again.

"Hehe, the exercises that point directly at the Dao, which one can accommodate half-hearted tricks?"

Suddenly, the white-bearded old man sitting opposite the stone platform and packing up the chess pieces chuckled and said in a low voice.

Straight to the avenue!

Zhao Yang was startled, and quickly said: "Dare to ask senior, can this exercise really achieve enlightenment?"

What is enlightenment?

Immortal!
The old man raised his head with a smile on his face.

"Will you pay 1000 million spirit stones, twelve magic weapons, and ask the question of the Dao?"

The prompt in his mind made Zhao Yang's wooden face froze.

Thousands of spirit stones, twelve magic weapons.

Just one question, is it too expensive?

"Does it hurt?" said Zhao Yang, and Tianhong Patriarch on the side said happily: "This old guy plays chess with me, winning or losing 300 million spirit stones."

Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and said, "I've already lost nearly a thousand eyes."

Qianmu?

One eye has 300 million, thousand eyes, isn't that 30 billion?

Zhao Yang looked Tianhong Patriarch up and down, wondering: "Do you have a spirit stone?"

He has a hairy spirit stone, and his soul entered this world without even a hair.

"Cough cough, I owe you first." Tianhong Patriarch coughed awkwardly, then turned around, fiddled with his posture and said, "Do you think my soul has stabilized a lot? This business is worthwhile."

Zhao Yang took a closer look, not to mention, the old man's soul was indeed much more solid than before.

Nodding his head, he was absolutely certain that the 1000 million spirit stones and the twelve magic weapons disappeared, and his pocket was immediately emptied.

"This mysterious way is derived from the differentiation of the ancient Yuanci Dao." After receiving the reward, the old man didn't hesitate and spoke directly.

"Kong Xuan, the great ancient demon, with five-color auras, which wipes out all the magic weapons in the world, is the power of Yuan magnetism." The old man glanced at Zhao Yang, and said with a smile: "This is the nemesis of the world's weapon cultivators..."

It doesn't matter if Zhao Yang is not a nemesis, we just want the way, don't we?
Since this skill is so good, why should I practice it before I am willing to do it.This is an avenue that can be traced back to ancient times, it is really amazing.

Zhao Yang nodded, bowed his hands towards the old man, and his figure faded away.He didn't want to stay here for too long, because his flesh hurts, and there was an old monster at the Sword Academy.

When Zhao Yang left, the white-bearded old man chuckled and threw the two magic weapons in front of Tianhong Patriarch: "Whoever sees it has a share, I wouldn't have offered such a high price if you hadn't reminded me."

————— Zhao Yang returned to the Sword Academy, but the excitement in his heart was much quieter.

Such a practice related to the Dao, don't care about it for a while, he lay down on the wooden couch with all his clothes on.

It was the first time he had slept so soundly in the North Territory for so long.

When I woke up, it was already three strokes in the sun.

After washing up a bit, I walked to the small courtyard, where Mochi had already prepared a breakfast, besides all kinds of good snacks, there was also a steaming medicinal meal.

This was given to him by Zhao Yang and asked him to deliver it every day.

The jar Zuo Linger gave him is a good storage equipment, and the medicinal food inside can last him for three months.

"Deputy, deputy head." Zhuge Jun poked his head out from the courtyard door, saw the food placed in front of Zhao Yang, and couldn't help swallowing.

When he came in front of Zhao Yang, Zhuge Jun was stunned.

"Vice-principal, you haven't practiced the town courtyard exercises?"

Just as he put a spoonful of medicinal food into his mouth, Zhao Yang raised his head and said, "Why do you want to practice?"

Zhuge Jun opened his mouth, with a look of admiration on his face: "Since I can remember, you have been able to resist practicing after obtaining such a treasure. You are No. 1."

With that said, Zhuge Jun gave Zhao Yang a thumbs up.

Zhao Yang put down his spoon and looked at Zhuge Jun: "Brother Big Pig, how many people have practiced this technique?"

Zhuge Jun's expression froze, and he murmured: "This is the fundamental skill of my Shuangxue Sword Academy, so naturally everyone can practice it."

"However, the other disciples are naturally not as comprehensive as your master vice-principal." Seeing the strange look on Zhao Yang's face, Zhuge Jun quickly explained.

"Vice-principal master, the principal has said, please go and give a lecture to the disciples."

Speech?Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "No."

"Uh--"

Zhuge Jun looked at Zhao Yang in astonishment, and touched his stomach.

"Vice-principal, all the disciples haven't had breakfast yet..."