Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

The army of Zhongzhou went to Xizhou, and all kinds of customs and special products of Xizhou flooded Zhongzhou for a while.

The deadly battle between the two great powers in the Xizhou War Soul Hall greatly increased the favorability of the practitioners in Zhongzhou towards the Xizhou monks.

The fairy sword, Zuo Ling'er, is like a fairy among flowers, with unparalleled demeanor. She lives in Xizhou and already has a large number of fans in Zhongzhou.

"Pavilion Master, is the price of this Xizhou specialty product too low?"

Wu Mingshuo handed a roster to Zhao Yang, and said with some doubts.

Zhao Yang took the book and flipped through it page by page.

The records in this book are all kinds of spiritual materials that have been transported in large quantities from Xizhou recently.

"Repress the prices of the green silk grass and the jade belt spiritual fruit by another [-]%."

Zhao Yang turned and said.

"If you press another [-]%, there will be no profit." Wu Mingshuo said puzzled.

They are also anxious that the Yaozu want to seal off Xizhou.

But this is the general trend, and they have no ability to change anything.

But according to the discussion between him and Yu Youren, it is entirely possible to take advantage of this time to monopolize the supply of goods in Xizhou.

When Xizhou is sealed off, wouldn't it be a bonanza to supply Xizhou spiritual materials exclusively at that time?
"If the price of green silk grass is lowered by [-]%, the raw materials of Hua Ling Dan on the market can be suppressed, and the jade belt spiritual fruit can directly increase the profit of Bai Yu Dan by [-]%." Zhao Yang closed the booklet and looked at Wu Mingshuo.

At this time, Wu Mingshuo no longer had the recklessness of the titan in the Chinese army before, and was more of a businessman and a philistine.

"One month later, the supply of all Xizhou spiritual objects on the market will be cut off, and the prices of spiritual materials such as green silk grass and jade belt spiritual fruit will be increased by [-] times."

Zhao Yang's words made Wu Mingshuo's mouth open.

A hundred times!
"When they get used to the cheapness of Xizhou's spiritual objects, I wonder if they will be so indifferent to Xizhou." Zhao Yang snorted softly, with a hint of coldness on his face.

Although the army sent by Zhongzhou to Xizhou was large in number, they were not very skilled.This is not sincere at all to deal with the monster race, but more like harvesting, searching and leaving.

Zhao Yangyuan didn't want Tianxia Pavilion to be in front, as this would cause a lot of unnecessary troubles.

But he didn't want Xizhou to be sealed off, at least not so easily.

"My lord, if you do this, will those sects..." Wu Mingshuo asked worriedly.

There are so many tyrannical forces in Zhongzhou, Tianxia Pavilion has long been targeted by some big forces.This time, if the Tianxia Pavilion risked the displeasure of the world by driving up the price of Xizhou spiritual objects, it would probably attract suppression.

"Business is done by strength, don't you think you can really make money with kindness?" Zhao Yang smiled lightly, and his figure dissipated.

Wu Mingshuo stood there with a pensive look on his face.

When Zhao Yang returned to the Northern Territory, the team of the Frost Snow Sword Academy had already traveled halfway.

Except for the army of Cishan and Feitianzhou, there is a dense team of practitioners behind.

Everyone's destination is Daxueshan.

The Northern Territory is also now full of rumors, and people are panicking.

It is already a fact that the Spirit Monster Race has joined the Monster Race. The Monster Race army has already defeated the Demon Sect and has landed across the board.

The story of helping the common people to transform the Dao on the Daxue Mountain gradually spread, and all the sword cultivators panicked.

At this time, not only the Frost Snow Sword Academy, but also the Dalun Mingwang Temple Road, the Demon Sect Road, and the Spirit Monster Race Road all came to Daxue Mountain.

The Shuangxue Sword Academy engulfed 300 million sword cultivators, led by the ancestor Hengtian who had been famous in the Northern Territory 10 years ago, and headed for the Daxue Mountain without any haste.

In Dalun Mingwang Temple, apart from the Buddha who went straight up the waves without a bank, other Dharma protectors and Vajras have also set foot on the boundary of Daxue Mountain and are waiting in front of Daxue Mountain.

According to the Mozong, several great experts have already reached the Daxue Mountain, but they have not been able to go up the mountain.

The Spirit Monster Clan directly raised the banner, demanding that Daxueshan be responsible for the death of the elder of the Chunshui lineage. Several masters of distraction went straight to Daxueshan under Ling Xuerou's instruction.

But until now, there is still no news from Daxue Mountain.No matter how to deal with it, or the news about Ji Cangsheng, there is no news at all.

This eerie tranquility is even more unsettling.

"Are you really going to be a sword bearer?" Mu Canghe looked at Zhao Yang in the cabin where Zhao Yang lived, and asked in surprise.

Zhao Yang's cultivation at this time is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and he only needs to practice a little to become a Golden Core.

But he has been suppressing, just not breaking through.

Because the requirement of the sword bearer in Daxue Mountain is to be under the golden core.

Once the cultivation level reaches the Golden Core state, the heaven and the human sense, and have their own practice direction, they will no longer be recognized by the long swords in the sword mound, and they will not be able to become a sword bearer.

"Why, can't I enter the Sword Tomb?"

Zhao Yang smiled and said.Mu Canghe is the sword bearer of Daxue Mountain, and has a strong sense of belonging to Daxue Mountain.At the same time, he entered the Sword Tomb, and Zhao Yang got many secrets about the Sword Tomb from him.

"That's not true, I just think that you don't seem to need to be a sword bearer regardless of your cultivation speed or combat power." Mu Canghe shook his head and said.

He saw Zhao Yang's combat power with his own eyes, and it was even stronger than his present.Moreover, he has cultivated Xuanci Dao, and he is one of the core figures in the Frost Snow Sword Academy.

Even the ancestor Hengtian cared for Zhao Yang and treated him as a proud disciple of the younger generation.

Does such a person need to be a sword bearer?

Hearing Mu Canghe's words, Zhao Yang smiled.

If it's for improving his cultivation, he really doesn't need to be a sword bearer anymore.

So, in order to see more scenery?
The road of practice is one scene at a time, and everyone can only see the scene in front of them.

But those who carry the sword are different, they can see the practice experience of many seniors in the sword mound.

Every sword is a story, and every sword is a landscape.

After spending hundreds of millions of spirit stones and asking the world for detailed consultation with those potential masters, Zhao Yang has a plan for improving his own cultivation.

The Sword Tomb in Daxue Mountain was the opportunity for him to soar into the sky.

Looking at the scenery in the sword mound, and then relying on the experience and spiritual energy accumulated all the time, break through the golden elixir in one fell swoop, go straight to the ninth rank, and gather the nascent soul!
In order to prove this idea, he and the ancestor of Tianhong asked all the talkative powers in the world to ask for advice.

These days, Zhao Yang has been suppressing his own spiritual power in order to be able to enter the Daxue Mountain Sword Tomb as a sword bearer.

"My generation of practitioners must have something in mind." Zhao Yang looked at Mu Canghe with a calm expression on his face and said, "It's like sword cultivators under the rule of Daxueshan, who are proud of being the one who carries the sword."

Mu Canghe nodded silently. He is the sword-bearer of Daxue Mountain, and he was once extremely proud.But being chased and killed by the spirit monster clan these days, and being misunderstood by Wu An, his pride has almost been worn away.

"We sword cultivators always speak with the sword. Only with the heart of the sword can we have the way of the sword." Zhao Yang looked at Mu Canghe while talking, and said in a low voice: "Brother Mu, your sword heart is still there." Are you there?"

Kenshin?

Mu Canghe's face was pale, trembling all over, he struggled to get up, and wanted to go out of the cabin with cold sweat on his head, but within three steps, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.