Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

This armor!

Mars!

The one in front of him is clearly the God of War who killed the demon clan today, but not the God of War Zhao Yang.

He Shuangchi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak at all.

"General He, can you still hold on to your injury?"

Zuo Linger's words woke He Shuangchi up, and he nodded quickly.At their level of cultivation, physical incompleteness is not a big problem. They can recover after a period of rest and some elixir.

It never occurred to him that the one who beheaded the Yaozu and Yaoshuai with a single sword today turned out to be the weak woman in front of him. For a while, he was still in a daze.

"Well, General He, you are familiar with Zhenhaiwei, can you take me to the army to appease you?" Zuo Ling'er's voice changed, from height to appearance, she was the same as Zhao Yang.

Seeing that Zuo Ling'er turned into Zhao Yang and wanted to appease the army, He Shuangchi lowered his head and said, "Brother Zhao, don't worry, Brother Zhenhaiwei's morale will not weaken, and they will definitely fight the Yaozu to the end."

Zuo Ling'er nodded and strode out of the military tent.

He Shuangchi watched from behind her, a little dazed, Zuo Linger's walking posture was actually imitated so similarly.

Because of the birth of Zhao Yang, the god of war, Xizhou finally contained the monster clan's offensive a little.

However, Zhao Yang's army is also very limited in number, and they are only temporarily attacking and defending against the Yaozu on the Lancang River, which cannot solve the fundamental problem.

The crisis in Xizhou is still there, and the monster race is still increasing its troops and opening up new battlefields, so that the resistance of the race is gradually disintegrating.

At this time, Zhongzhou Tianxia Pavilion was also pushed into the limelight because of the Xizhou incident.

Previously, under Zhao Yang's order, Tianxia Pavilion sold the special spiritual objects of Xizhou, which caused dissatisfaction among many Zhongzhou sects.However, more practitioners benefit from this, and for Tianxia Pavilion, the pros and cons are fairly balanced.

Only one month later, according to the policy set by Zhao Yang, Tianxia Pavilion suddenly raised the price, and the prices of various Xizhou spiritual objects increased a hundred times.

As a result, the normal practice of most of the practitioners in Zhongzhou was affected to some extent.

"Master, someone from Wan Dao Xianzong came to ask us what Tianxia Pavilion means this time, and wants us to adjust the price back." In the light curtain in front of Wu Mingshuo, a Nascent Soul cultivator reported in a deep voice.

"There are also many practitioners on our side who are dissatisfied, and there are also several sects secretly provoking." On the other light curtain, someone also spoke.

Over the past two years, Tianxia Pavilion has opened more than [-] branches, and several big cities in the southwestern half of Zhongzhou basically have Tianxia Pavilion branches.

Originally, the expansion of the Tianxia Pavilion and the booming business have attracted countless eye-catching forces. This time, it has committed public anger again, and the consequences are very serious.

"Don't worry, don't pay attention to those small forces for the time being. As for Wan Dao Xianzong, tell them that this price adjustment is because Xizhou is about to be sealed off, and the price will increase in a straight line in the future." Wu Mingshuo said loudly, expressionless.

Wan Dao Immortal Sect is a third-rank powerful force, and a first-class sect in the Taoist sect. It is best not to offend.

"The subordinate understands, so let's arrange it now." Several shopkeepers of the branch responded repeatedly.

Don't look at Wu Mingshuo's cultivation base is much worse than them, but he is the direct line of the pavilion master.These shopkeepers have all experienced the strength behind Tianxia Pavilion, and those few worshipers alone are the pinnacle of existence in the world.

What's more, Tianxia Pavilion also controls several secret realms, and can freely trade goods and pass messages in the secret realms.

These shopkeepers, who have more resources in their hands than the high-level officials of those big forces, will naturally be loyal to Tianxia Pavilion.

After all the light curtains dimmed, Wu Mingshuo's upright body slowly relaxed, and then he sighed softly.

The pavilion master said before that if he can't show up, everything will run according to the previously set plan.

It's just that things in the world don't all go according to plan.

Tianxia Pavilion manipulated prices, which obviously touched the interests of some people.

A few days ago, there were a lot more people making trouble in Tianxia Stew.Although everything has been settled, if it continues like this, something will definitely happen.

Wu Mingshuo hesitated for a moment, sat cross-legged on the couch, and came to the secret place in a flash.

"Old Ancestor, I don't know how your lord is doing now?" Wu Mingshuo, who came to the secret realm, quickly bowed and asked when he saw the Tianhong Ancestor in front of him.

"He's in the Sword Tomb of the Northern Territory, and I can't get close to him there, so I don't know any news about it for the time being." Patriarch Tianhong shook his head and said a little depressed.

Wu Mingshuo frowned when he heard the words of the ancestor of Tianhong, and said in a low voice: "I don't know when my lord will return. There are quite a few forces in Zhongzhou who want to fight Tianxia Pavilion."

"It's okay, that kid won't stay in the sword mound for too long, if something really happens, I will come forward." Tianhong Patriarch said loudly.

Wu Mingshuo nodded and did not speak again.

——————Beiyu, in the sword mound, Zhao Yang stopped after taking dozens of long swords in a row.

Here is a stretch of thick fog, and he doesn't know where to go.

However, someone is clear.

"Seniors, tell me, where are you going next?"

There are 33 ancient swords stored in the sword box, all of which have reached the peak of the world.

In the sword box, these swords can be warmed up slowly, and there may be a chance to recover their strength.

For Zhao Yang, it is important to improve the strength of these swords, but what he values ​​most is the memory fragments and spiritual insights obtained when he subdued these long swords.

At this time, his soul is stable, and a faint spiritual light shines out of his body, which is only when the power of the soul is overflowing.

He can advance to the Jindan realm at any time.

"Hehe, boy, go thirty feet to the left, there is a one-foot-long grave over there, and the person sleeping in it is a very bad-tempered old guy, do you dare to go?"

The sound of raging fire sounded, with a hint of encouragement.

With a large tomb of one foot long, Zhao Yang turned to the left with a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

The division of strength in this sword tomb is judged according to the size of the tomb. According to the seniors in the sword box, the tomb of the strongest among them can be as large as three feet.

For those practitioners who are distracted, there is only a small soil bag and a small tombstone in the grave.

There are only two or three people in the sword box behind Zhao Yang in a large grave.

This is a rare master.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang moved his body slightly, and moved horizontally to the left.

"Om-"

There was a light sound, like a sword vibrating, and a ray of light flashed through the thick fog.

"Hmph, greedy boy!" An old voice sounded, and Zhao Yang felt that the fog in front of him had dissipated, and he had fallen into a tall city pass.

"Hurry up, Wannianhong and Su Shangzhu are about to face off!"

"Mr. Su's sword is the fastest in the world. Isn't that Wannianhong courting death?"

……

Countless figures rushed towards the city, Zhao Yang wrapped them around and let those figures pass through.

He followed those people, and after a while, he saw two figures standing opposite each other on a large square in the city.

One is a thin young man in a black samurai uniform, with disheveled hair, holding a sword in his hand with a bamboo scabbard, and the hilt is wrapped with sackcloth.

On the opposite side, a man was wearing a black brocade robe, a golden crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and a long sword gleaming in his hand.

That sword, with the flow of spiritual light, is clearly a low-grade mortal weapon.

Even if it is a low-grade mortal weapon, it is countless times stronger than the world's weapons.

Zhao Yang looked at the two and shook his head slightly in his heart.

This duel is completely bullying people.