Fantasy: I am in the desert, but the system lets me be the city lord

In Zhou Lin's plan.

The yellow sand collar currently does not need armed forces.

Because now the reputation is not obvious.

Except for treasure hunters, there will not be other warriors entering the desert.

But Zhou Lin is working hard to change this situation.

These are the counterfeit coins that have been refined.

and so.

When the desert can attract many warriors, then it must have its own strength.

Originally, Zhou Lin was a little disappointed to hear that only five mortals at most had the talent for practicing swordsmanship.

But now, the Martial Arts Academy is being built, and there are also martial arts teachers.

In the long run, this problem can be solved completely!

The ruins of the Loufu ancient country can only be attracted for a while, and the heat may drop.

But the heat of the yellow sand collar will not.

The magical nine-day battle.

Half an acre of resting soil.

The elixir that only needs to be planted for a few days.

and.

After his vigorous development, countless magnificent buildings will appear.

These will be the purpose of all warriors coming here in the future!

Zhou Lin was planning ahead.

Although the sweeping monk is strong, there is only one.

What if it is wheeled by countless strong men?

Therefore, only the power cultivated by oneself is the power that truly belongs to Huang Shaling!

I hope that the trained martial artist can be more awesome...

Amid Zhou Lin's emotion, Yan Zhengyang had brought ten teenagers into the Sword Pavilion.

Zhou Lin also moved, and those psychic warriors quickly followed.

They also want to see how a master like Yan Zhengyang can test these mortals!

Maybe, they will also gain something?
From the outside, the door to the Sword Pavilion was pitch black.

But when they came in, they found that the hall was extremely bright!
Obviously no lights.

But it's that bright!

The warriors were immediately stunned by this miraculous scene.

"Come on, look this way!"

At this time.

Yan Zhengyang pointed to a painting on the wall and said to the group of teenagers.

The teenagers looked over one after another, and the rest also turned their heads subconsciously.

Including Zhou Lin, and those warriors.

I saw that after these teenagers looked at the wall, dull expressions immediately appeared on their faces!

"wake up!"

Following Yan Zhengyang's violent shout, the teenagers woke up one after another!
Zhou Lin frowned slightly, is this a test of courage?

Looking at those teenagers, it was obvious that they were frightened by Yan Zhengyang's violent drinking.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Yan Zhengyang asked coldly, without any of the warm expression he had before, more like when he was facing the group of warriors.

"I... I... saw a giant sword!"

A young man said submissively, there was something in his heart, and he dared not say it.

That is, such a big sword, haven't you seen it?

"What about you?"

After asking a boy, Yan Zhengyang turned to look at the boy beside him.

The boy looked suspiciously at the person in front of him, and said, "Where is the giant sword? This is clearly a thin sword!"

"What about you?"

Yan Zhengyang didn't care, and asked the third person!
"What they said was wrong. What I saw was a black handle that looked like a firestick!"

"What I saw was a ghost knife!"

"You didn't see it clearly, did you? There's nothing on this wall at all, okay?"

Every teenager has an answer.

And those warriors also became weird.

After asking all the teenagers, Yan Zhengyang smiled and looked at Zhou Lin.

"I don't know what the adults saw?"

"Me? What I saw might be different from yours," Zhou Lin pondered for a moment, then said, "I saw a needle."