Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Master and sister, I want another bowl."

"Sister Master, can I have another piece of cake?"

In Zhao Yang's small courtyard, the two little girls of Jinse had ruddy complexions. One was holding a small bowl and looking pitifully at Zuo Ling'er who was serving soup to Zhao Yang, while the other was staring at the golden vegetarian cake on the table.

"It's okay, you can eat, but you have to practice hard later." Zuo Ling'er took the little girl's bowl, filled her with half of the bowl, and instructed.

"Well, go to practice after eating." Holding the bowl in both hands, the little girl's eyes became crescent moons.

"Woo! Woo!" The other had already stuffed the vegetarian cake in his mouth, so he could only nod his head.

Zhao Yang didn't ask how Zuo Ling'er got the two little girls, but just smiled and tasted the medicinal food with different taste and potency.

During these times, Zuo Linger's level of medicinal food was getting higher and higher.

"Ling'er, if you sell this herbal diet, it must be worth a lot." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Really?" Zuo Ling'er's eyes lit up, and a little star appeared in his eyes: "Then this time, brother, help me try?"

Not to mention, Zhao Yang's heart moved when he heard Zuo Ling'er's words.

"Sovereign," at this moment, Bai Yicheng bowed outside the courtyard, then walked to Zhao Yang, and whispered in his ear: "Sovereign, Miss Li and the group of Talang City children are here Make trouble in the Martial Arts Field."

Li Yuzhu?
Zhao Yang frowned, and said lightly, "What are they doing?"

Bai Yicheng looked up at Zuo Linger and the twin sisters, and said in a low voice, "They challenge the disciples of the sect, and none of them are opponents..."

These guys from Tread City challenge the disciples of Qingyun Sect?
Although the disciples of Qing Yunzong are considered good disciples, there is still a gap compared with Li Yuzhu and the others who have a solid background in the army since childhood.

"It's not easy for the few of us to make moves, and the younger generations can't last a few moves." Bai Yicheng said a little annoyed.

"Let me go and have a look." Zhao Yang also knew the level of his disciples.

"I'll go too." Zuo Ling'er tidied up and took Xiao Ding away.The two little girls quickly followed.

Several people came to the main hall of Qingyun Sect, and saw that there was already a large circle under the nine-storey high platform.

Many Qing Yunzong disciples supported each other and stood outside the circle with angry faces.

In the circle, a 20-year-old boy was holding a long sword, and facing him was a [-]-year-old Qing Yunzong disciple.

The sword lights of the two people intersected, and between you and me, they were evenly matched.

Because of their family background, the children of Talang City do not lack skills, and the magic tools are also the best at their age and cultivation level.

As for the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, although their skills are not too bad, they are only ordinary people, and their equipment is only average.

From Zhao Yang's point of view, it was only the disciples of the Qingyun Sect who were superior to each other in terms of age, cultivation and experience, so they reluctantly suppressed him.

"Zheng Ke, what are you still dawdling about?" Someone outside the circle shouted.

It was Li Yuzhu's voice.

"Okay, look!" The young man in the circle had a smile on his face, and he agreed, with a few slanting arcs on the long sword in his hand, which completely changed his fighting style from before.

The Qingyun Sect disciple on the opposite side had a livid expression on his face, and he responded with a straight line, but he was always a bit overwhelmed, and Jian Guang was led astray by the opponent every time.

After three or five rounds, the disciples of Qingyun Sect were sweating profusely and looked tense.On the other hand, the young man became more relaxed, and the sword light was swaying recklessly, becoming more and more natural.

"This is the kid from Zheng Laosan's family. His sword skills are not bad."

"Not as calm as his brother, after all, he has never experienced a bloody battle."

……

Not far away, the group of lieutenant generals who got up early for morning exercises were all commenting.

It's just that in their mouths, Qing Yunzong's disciples are just targets, which are dispensable.

"Zhu Qili, stand back." Zuo Ling'er frowned as the disciples of Qingyun Sect fighting in the circle became more and more flustered.

Hearing Zuo Linger's words, the disciple of Qingyun Sect flicked his long sword in his hand, retreated and got out of the battle circle.

Zheng Ke, who was holding a long sword, lost his opponent. Jian Guang rolled up a flower, and turned his head to look at Zuo Ling'er on the high platform with some dissatisfaction: "What do you mean?"

At this time, not only those youngsters, but also all the disciples of Qingyun Sect looked at the high platform.

Seeing Zhao Yang and Zuo Ling'er coming, Li Yuzhu and the others showed a tricky smile on their faces.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect were full of guilt.

"Brother, with their abilities, do you still want to recruit Qing Yunzong?" Zuo Ling'er didn't answer Zheng Ke's words, but turned to look at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang had a slight smile on his face, this Ling'er was really smart, he knew that it was inconvenient for him to do it, so he took it upon himself to teach this group of troublesome things.

Hearing Zuo Linger's words, Li Yuzhu and the others' expressions changed.

"What do you mean? None of you Qing Yunzong can fight, and you still look down on others here?"

"Don't look down on us? Then you have to see how capable you are!"

……

For Zhao Yang, these teenagers all admired them. Everyone had discussed today's release. As long as Zhao Yang is forced to make a move, they will directly admit defeat and become a teacher.

This was agreed by several uncles, otherwise these youngsters would not have dared to make such an outrage in Qing Yunzong.

As for Zuo Ling'er, everyone's views are somewhat complicated.Although Zuo Ling'er didn't eat the medicinal food prepared by Zuo Ling'er yesterday, Master Yuming's approval is a clear proof.

Zuo Ling'er was not much older than them, and no one was willing to admit that she was extraordinary.

Seeing them yelling, Zuo Linger smiled and looked at Jinse beside her.

"You can see clearly how Master and Sister used the sword."

After the words fell, her figure whirled and hung in the air.

"Since you are not convinced, today my sister will let you experience Qing Yunzong's swordsmanship."

"warehouse--"

The sound of a long sword being unsheathed came from Jiuxiao, and a beam of sword light struck down like a thunderbolt!

"Sword Intent!"

"It's going to be bad!"

Not far away, Shu Quan and others, who were pretending to be doing morning exercises, exclaimed, and just about to step forward, their whole body tensed up.

A vague sword energy floated in front of them.

Looking up, Zhao Yang smiled and nodded slightly to them.

"It's really too slow..." Zuo Ling'er slowly withdrew her long sword from Zheng Ke's throat, shaking her head in disappointment.

Zheng Ke's whole body was tense at this moment, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to move slightly.Just a moment ago, he had a feeling of wandering around the gate of hell.

"Didn't see clearly just now, did you? Do it again?" Zuo Ling'er said lightly, raised the long sword in his hand, and floated into the air.

In mid-air, Zuo Ling'er looked down at Zheng Ke.

"Are you ready?"

Zheng Ke gritted his teeth, raised the long sword in his hand, and nodded.

"Okay!" Zuo Ling'er shouted lightly, and the sword light in his hand struck down instantly like lightning!
The sword was sandwiched by the sound of wind and thunder, and the whistling sound caused the tiles in the surrounding halls to "crack".

Jian Guang was slow to the extreme, but every point he advanced, the huge pressure contained in it increased by one point.

The distance from Zuo Ling'er to Zheng Ke's standing position is only ten zhang, but the sword light oppresses every inch, slowly like a plowing ox.

Every time Jian Guang got closer, Zheng Ke's eyes widened.

But he was trembling all over, as if all his muscles and bones were not listening, and he couldn't even lift the long sword in his hand.

Just watching helplessly, Zuo Linger's sword light pressed down and touched his forehead.

"too weak……"

Zuo Ling'er shook her head slightly, turned her face, and looked at the teenagers who stepped on the wave city.

"You guys, how about going together?"