Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Qingyun Sect didn't have many disciples for refining qi. Zhao Yang saw that each of them was a treasure and he couldn't be left behind.

Moreover, Zhao Yang is setting an example for other sects. There are only so few monks in Qingkong Mountain, and each family loses a few, so wouldn't there be many fewer people working for him?

The entire Qingyun Sect, together with Zhao Yang himself, Zuo Ling'er, and the qi refining disciples stationed in the mine and hunting grounds, were all taken over, and there were only 26 qi refining disciples.

Zhao Yang is nominally the third level of Qi refining, Zhang Tao, Su Mu, Luo Sheng and other six are on the second level of Qi refining, and all others are on the first level of Qi refining.

The two people who have been stationed in the mine for a long time are also at the first level of Qi refining. They are over fifty and belong to the class of abandoned disciples. Even Zhao Yang's successor suzerain did not return to the sect.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yang still thought about them and gave them a chance to enter the secret realm. When the two of them saw Zhao Yang, they paid respects to each other with tears in their eyes.

"My Qing Yunzong's chance will not leave anyone behind."

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Yang led all the qi refining disciples to stride forward.

The group did not take a detour this time, and stopped at a verdant valley after passing through a mountain range.

In the valley, the green waves are rolling, and there are patches of green rice fields. Seeing that the rice has already headed, it will mature in a few months.

Here is the ten mu spiritual field jointly developed by Qingyun Sect and Wanhe Sect.

Of course, this place belongs to Wanhe Sect now.

Seeing so many people from the Qingyun Sect, the monks of the Wanhe Sect stationed here hurried over.

"Sect Master Zhao, fellow Taoists of the Qingyun Sect, I don't know why you are here?" The person in charge of the Wanhe Sect here is a gray-haired Qi Refining Level [-] monk, who stepped forward to ask tremblingly.

"Look, look." Zhao Yang smiled lightly, strode into the spiritual field, stretched out his hand to pick up the next ear of rice, and rubbed it in his hand.

"This millet grows well." Zhao Yang brought the millet to the tip of his nose, and a fragrant aura entered his nostrils.

"Yes, yes." The old monk didn't know what Zhao Yang meant, so he could only follow behind and laugh.

"Then if all the ten acres of spiritual grains are harvested, I'm afraid they can sell twelve or thirteen spiritual stones?" Zhao Yang muttered as he stroked the spiritual grains again.

"Not that many, not that many..." The old monk of Wanhe Sect said repeatedly.

He used to plant spiritual grains for the Qingyun Sect, and every year he handed over the spiritual grains to ten spiritual stones. This year, when Wanhe Sect was withdrawn, the spiritual grains would immediately increase by [-] to [-] percent. Isn't it too tricky?

Zhao Yang chuckled, sprinkled the spiritual grain in his hand onto the spiritual field, then strode into the middle of the spiritual field, trampling the immature spiritual grain on the ground!
"Hey, hey——" the old monk of Wanhe Sect waved his hands in fright, and he didn't dare to go to the field.

Zhao Yang walked to the middle of the field, stretched out his long sword and swiped it, sweeping out an open space, and then his whole body was filled with spiritual power, the surroundings were like a whirlwind, and the broken ears of rice flew into the air, outlining the shape of an ancient gate.

The gate hangs in the air, and the rice flows slowly, which is extremely mysterious.

This kind of strange power is not human-made at all.

Mystery!

The door to the secret realm!

All the monks near and far roared excitedly in their hearts, wishing they could step into it immediately.

Zhao Yang smiled lightly, just now he had turned nearly a thousand game loggers into rice floating in the air with the action of stroking the ears of rice and chopping the rice.

Now, as long as the practitioner's spiritual power touches the transfigured gate, he can communicate with the game world.

This is the door to the secret realm he created.

Choosing here, in addition to disgusting Wanhezong, there is another advantage that every grain of rice here contains a faint spiritual power, and those game loggers can't feel any abnormalities at all during the intermingling period.

"The disciples of Qingyun Sect follow me into the secret realm!"

Zhao Yang shouted, his figure flashed, and disappeared in place.

Into the secret!
According to legend, in ancient times, those disciples of great sects would participate in the selection of various sects, and those with outstanding strength would be arranged to enter the secret realm to practice.

There are all kinds of exercises and treasures in the secret realm, which is an excellent means for the sect to train disciples.

Unexpectedly, the little Qingyun Sect disciple had the opportunity to enter the secret realm today!

Chance!

Everyone cheered and rushed into the rice field.

"Hey, hey——" The Wanhe Sect old monk was so anxious that tears almost fell down. The spiritual grain in this field has been ruined, how can he explain to the sect?
what!
Suddenly, the expression on his face became crazy!
explain?Fuck him!
With his beard and hair all stretched out, he strode into the spiritual field and trampled those spiritual grains into the soil.Seeing the disciples of Qingyun Sect disappearing in place in front of him, he laughed loudly and slammed into the door of the secret realm in mid-air.

The secret realm is right in front of you, and such an opportunity is at hand, let him be a goddamn spirit valley!
"Secret realm!"

"It's really a secret place!"

Not far away, the other sects of the falling Qingkong Mountain saw the disciples of the Qingyun Sect disappearing into the rice field one by one, they couldn't hold back anymore and rushed down.

"Hey, this is the spiritual valley of my Wanhe Sect..." An elder of the Wanhe Sect watched with distress as the spiritual valley in his spiritual field was trampled to pieces, and He Gu beside him snorted coldly , rushed down first.

With the current secret realm, do you still care about Linggu?
In front of the gate of the secret realm, Zuo Lun's face twitched as he watched other people enter it one by one.

"Sovereign, it is indeed a secret realm! There is a vast space inside, and there are all kinds of monsters." An elder of the Cangyan Sect flashed his figure, escaped from the secret realm, and came forward to report in a low voice.

"it is good!"

Zuo Lun breathed a sigh of relief, not because he didn't want to enter the secret realm immediately, but as the master of Cangyanmen, he had to be cautious.

The spiritual power reached out to touch the door of the secret realm, and Zuo Lun's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.

After Zhao Yang landed in a corner of the world of "Naishui Youhan", he immediately opened the monitoring panel of the game platform and watched the little red dots falling into the game world.

"Five...eight...twenty...one hundred... hurry, hurry..."

These are all my wage earners, and each one will bring me a lot of experience and treasures.

The plan that had been contemplated for so long was finally successfully implemented, but Zhao Yang couldn't share his pride with anyone, so he could only laugh out loud by himself.

As soon as Zhang Tao fell into the secret realm, he drew out his long sword and looked around vigilantly.

The environment here is not much different from the outside, and the aura seems to be almost strong.

The mountains nearby and the jungle in the distance exude a hint of danger.

I didn't see other people around me, it seemed that everyone entered in different places and had different opportunities.

Thinking of the opportunity, a bright light flashed in Zhang Tao's eyes, Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang, I didn't expect you to be willing to share such an opportunity.When I get my chance, I will beat you again!
Holding the long sword in his hand tightly, Zhang Tao strode forward. After walking a few steps, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

Is this a trial monster in the secret realm?

Encountering an opportunity so soon?
Seeing the three-foot-long gray-black civet cat rushing towards him, Zhang Tao's blood was surging.

"kill!"