Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

People in the practice world believe in a little bit of God's will the most, and they also hold promises the most.

Because maybe a sentence from a thousand years ago will become a magic barrier that a Nascent Soul cultivator will not be able to survive the catastrophe for the rest of his life.

Zhao Yang said that he wanted to seek an explanation from Bailuling, so he would not give up easily.

After returning from the secret realm, there are also great foundation-builder cultivators sitting in the sect, and the disciples of the Qingyun sect are enthusiastic about their practice.

For two days in a row, without Zhao Yang's supervision, the disciples practiced martial arts and practiced one wave after another.

Seeing that things in the gate were stable, Zhao Yang made a simple arrangement, told Su Murosheng and others to stick to the sect, then left the mountain gate, set up his sword and went away.

Speeding all the way, Zhao Yangneng's spiritual power at this time has far exceeded the last time he went to Yulan Mountain, and the sword light flashed across the sky like a shooting star.

Zhao Yang arrived at Bailugou, thousands of miles away from Qingkong Mountain, within half an hour.

Bailugou got its name from the auspicious white deer on the mountain, but although this white deer is called an auspicious beast, it is actually just an ordinary low-level monster, its strength is not strong, and it has long been hunted and killed by practitioners and is almost extinct.

"Qingkong Mountain Qingyun Sect Zhao Yang came to pay homage to the mountain—"

Jian Guang stopped in the air, and Zhao Yang shouted loudly.

Driven by spiritual power in the late stage of Qi refining, the tide was rolling, and most of the people in Bailuling heard his voice.

After shouting three times in a row, he sat cross-legged on the cloud, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

After a while, several figures flew towards him and landed in front of him.

These people were male and female, and they all seemed to be in high positions. When they saw Zhao Yang, they all had complicated expressions.

"boom--"

There was a sound of cloud thunder, and a tall figure smashed into the broken cloud, standing a hundred feet in front of Zhao Yang.

"You are Qing Yunzong Zhao Yang?"

Zhao Yang opened his eyes and looked at this person.

With gray hair and a gleam in his eyes, he was wearing a royal blue brocade robe, and the jade belt around his waist was shining with aura.

Cultivation base, the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Just when Zhao Yang was about to stand up, a five-year-old bearded Taoist in a blue-gray Taoist robe took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Sect Master Zhao, I wish Huai Huai at the Yuhua Gate in Xiabailu Ridge. We have never been held accountable for our offenses outside the secret realm."

This person is one of the two Qi-refining sixth-level monks who entered the secret realm in Bailuling, and he once said that he wanted to give Zhao Yang an explanation.

Seeing this person's voice, Zhao Yang turned his head and looked over.

"Sect Master Zhao, the person who caused trouble in the secret realm last time was my disciple of the Wuhua Academy in Bailuling." Zhu Huai said, pointing at the person who asked Zhao Yang just now, "This is Master Jin Yuan, the head of Wuhua Academy."

The Master Jinyuan waited for Zhu Huai to finish his introduction, with disdain in his eyes, he snorted and looked at Zhao Yang.

"Sect Master Zhao, you Qingkong Mountain cultivators once besieged my Bailuling cultivators in the secret realm, what is the matter?"

Since no one in Bailuling apologized to Qingyunzong for three days after leaving the secret realm, Zhao Yang knew that Bailuling would not admit his mistake.Zhao Yang still didn't expect to throw all the blame on the monks of Qingkong Mountain.

It is also possible to say such words that reverse black and white, Zhao Yang was almost not offended.

Master Jin Yuan's words were blunt, and the other Bailuling monks were still a little bit ashamed after all, so they all bowed their heads and remained silent.Zhu Huai opened his mouth, his face flushed, he sighed, and took a step back.

"Well, it is my junior sister who led the siege of cultivator Bailuling." Zhao Yang nodded with a calm tone.

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, the Venerable Jinyuan's eyes lit up, and he grinned and said, "My disciple is seriously injured, so it was your junior sister who took the lead. Hehe, so we have to settle the score."

"Yes, you have to do the math." Zhao Yang showed a playful look on his face, "How do you do the math?"

Venerable Jinyuan laughed, and said loudly: "I heard that you people in Qingkong Mountain have become rich this time, so I don't want too much. Those who see it will have a share, and I will pay Wuhuayuan a magic weapon."

A magic weapon!
There are less than ten low-grade magical artifacts in more than a dozen sects in Bailuling. Master Jinyuan opened his mouth, and the others were slightly taken aback.This guy really dares to ask for it.

"Magic artifact? Easy to say." Zhao Yang waved his hand, and a blue long knife floated in the air.

Really took it out?
All the monks in Bailuling were stunned, and looked at Zhao Yang suspiciously.

Venerable Jin Yuan was also slightly taken aback, and then his eyes were attracted by the long knife, revealing a look of greed.

Just as he stretched out his hand to take the long knife into his hand, he suddenly paused and said harshly: "How about this low-grade magic weapon? What I want is a middle-grade magic weapon!"

Medium-grade magic weapon!

Hearing Master Jin Yuan's words, Zhu Huai and the others' complexions changed.

A middle-grade magic weapon is worth five thousand spirit stones, and only Cangyanmen in the entire Qingkong Mountain has a middle-grade magic weapon. This Master Jinyuan is clearly trying to force Zhao Yang to turn his face!
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, Zhu once said that he wanted to find an explanation for fellow Daoist, but his strength is low, so I'm sorry." Zhu Huai suddenly gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and shouted: "Fellow Daoist, let this matter go, go!"

"Zhu Huai! I advise you not to be too fussy, otherwise the old man will make it difficult for you to stay in Bailuling at Yuhuamen." Hearing Zhu Huai's words, Master Jinyuan roared angrily.

Zhu Huai trembled all over, but he didn't move his footsteps. He only stared at Zhao Yang, with a pleading look on his face.

He wasn't a demon cultivator of the evil sect, he was the one who said he would confess to Qing Yunzong, but when Zhao Yang came, he was made things difficult for him.

If Zhao Yang was humiliated or even hurt by Venerable Jin Yuan again, as the instigator, Zhu Huai might have his heart broken and go mad.

This is the same as when Zuo Lun and Mu Cangying were upset if they didn't kill the Demon Fox back then.

"Okay." Zhao Yang stood up.

Zhu Huai was overjoyed, but Zhao Yang said, "A middle-grade magic weapon is a middle-grade magic weapon."

As he spoke, his hands shook, and a half-moon-shaped cyan iron fan hung in front of him.

The iron fan is three feet wide, and the green fan is streaked with pale white flowers.

"This fan is called the Missing Moon Fan. There is a stream of clear moonlight in the fan. This streamer can not only protect itself, but also turn into a light blade, spinning and killing the enemy in an instant." Zhao Yang turned his palm over while talking, and the streamer on the fan Surging, turning into a faint light curtain.

"How about this fan?" Zhao Yang closed the iron fan, looked at Jin Yuan, and asked.

Venerable Jin Yuan had an uncertain expression on his face, his eyes looked up and down at Zhao Yang.

He is not stupid, Zhao Yang's cultivation level is not bad, and he has a medium-grade magic weapon in his hand. It is no wonder that he was so submissive before.

"Why, the Venerable Master doesn't want this magic weapon?" Zhao Yang stretched out his hand and pushed it, his palm was released, and the iron fan flew out.

Venerable Jin Yuan subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it.

Until he grasped the iron fan in his hand, he still had a sense of unreality.

Is it really a medium-grade magic weapon?Mid-grade magic weapon, fell into my hands?

"Is it enough?" Zhao Yang said softly, still with a calm face.

Master Jinyuan put away the iron fan, rolled his eyes, and looked at the heads of various families in Bailugou beside him.

"I, Bailugou, are united in one mind. All will prosper, and all will suffer. It is not enough to just pay me a magic weapon." Master Jinyuan stared at Zhao Yang, the spiritual power in his body was slowly gathering, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

"Either, give me a magic weapon for the Bailugou family, or you can take out another high-grade magic weapon. Otherwise, you don't want to leave this place today!"