Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

In Zhenhaiwei, there are only eighteen generals who can be called generals, and the seventh-rank general Dingyuan.

This is a general with real power, not those imaginary products without military power in their hands.

The thirteen guards across the sea are forces of the sixth rank, and each guard has a military commander, three deputy envoys of the sixth rank, and eighteen guard generals of the seventh rank.

The rank of a general does not necessarily represent his cultivation strength, but at least the combat power of his subordinates can reach this level.

A seventh-rank general with real power is equivalent to the existence of the suzerain of a seventh-rank sect.

The seventh-rank sect needs to have masters in the Realm of Nascent Soul Realm to sit in command.

Zhao Yang followed the soldiers to a huge military tent.As soon as he entered the tent, his whole body tensed up.

No matter which foundation cultivator it is, he will be nervous if he is suddenly stared at by dozens of golden elixirs or even the Nascent Soul realm.

A flash of spiritual light swept over his body, and reminders for players to connect flashed in Zhao Yang's mind.

One nascent baby, two fake babies, twelve late-stage golden elixir, three of them are at the peak of golden elixir, four are nine-level, and five are eight-level.

The seventeenth place in the mid-term of Jindan.

In the big tent, there is no Jindan early stage.

If this is all stuffed into the game world, then...

After thinking about it, Zhao Yang lost his mind.

"Isn't this kid petrified?"

"It shouldn't be so. They dare to charge in front of tens of thousands of monsters. Our army tent is a small battle..."

……

A light cough woke up Zhao Yang.

"Zhao Yang, the Captain of the Third Battalion of the New Army of Zhenhaiwei, who joined the army, pays my respects to the general, and I have seen all the worshippers." Zhao Yang was shocked, and hurriedly raised his hands and fists, then bowed and said in a loud voice: "Thank you, General All of you offer your lord the grace of saving your life."

Zhao Yang knew that without these priests desperately rescuing them, and without the protection of the guarding general, ten of him, Zhao Yang, would not be able to come back.

Those priests were all wearing black robes, and when they saw Zhao Yang salute, they all smiled and accepted it calmly.

"Sect Master Qingyun Sect." The guarding general at the top looked at Zhao Yang with no expression on his face.

Zhao Yang nodded, and said loudly: "Entering the sect, cultivating immortality, and gaining longevity are all Zhao Yang's wishes."

"Very frank." The guarding general looked at Zhao Yang and stared into his eyes: "Everything about you comes from the secret realm?"

Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the body and shoot directly into the mind.

This is Nascent Soul Daoist, the state of returning to nature, every word and deed has great power.

In front of such a person, no one can hide a secret.

"Yes, and no." Zhao Yang didn't flinch, and said directly: "If there is no secret realm, Zhao Yang has no chance to rise, but the chance is in the sky, and the outcome is up to people."

"What a victory or defeat depends on the person!" In the large tent, several people showed joy on their faces and praised loudly.

The guarding general at the top nodded slightly, and the brilliance reflected in Zhao Yang's mind dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face: "There are not a few young people who have the opportunity and background like you, but they can do it." In the eyes of this general, there are not many people who have reached your level."

A guarding general of the seventh grade in the Nascent Soul Realm said this, telling Zhao Yang that he had caught his eye.

"My lord general, although the secret realm held by me is precious, if Dayu needs it, I am willing to donate it." Zhao Yang cupped his hands and said loudly.

Donate the secret realm!

In the big tent, everyone's eyes on Zhao Yang changed.

This secret realm is the reliance of Zhao Yang's rise, and he would donate it without hesitation. Such a heart is really unexpected.

"Haha," the guarding general was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "You can go up the embankment and fight to the death without retreating. It's not surprising that you are willing to sacrifice the secret realm. But I haven't arrived in Dayu yet, and I need my subordinate generals to give their chances. when."

"That's right, the secret realm is a great opportunity in the eyes of low-level sects. But in the eyes of the overlord of Western Continent like Dayu, it is just dispensable." An old man with white hair and black robes sitting beside him looked at Zhao Yang and said .

"The Great Yu Dynasty has three secret realms, each of which can allow people to quickly improve their cultivation." Another black-robed priest also spoke.

"Not only Dayu, but also several other fifth-rank forces, and even some sixth-rank sects, who doesn't have any background?"

……

Zhao Yang opened his mouth, but did not speak in the end. Besides, others would doubt his motives.

In fact, he really wanted to dedicate the "secret realm".

Even if these people in the big tent asked him to take out the secret realm and "study" it, it would be fine.

These are all high-level cultivators, whether they are spawning monsters or building equipment, there are more than a hundred of them.

It's a pity that people don't want their own "opportunity".

Although he didn't mention the secret realm again, Zhao Yang's frankness and generosity immediately made everyone in the big account feel better.

Zhao Yang also took the opportunity to ask some questions.

For example, his sealed sword intent.

"Good boy, the sword intent has been sealed, but the fighting intent is still there. There will be a bright future in the future!" Hearing that Zhao Yang said that he had cultivated the sword intent, but was sealed, the eyes of a priest who was also a sword wielder were full of light. , said loudly.

"What Han Gongfeng said is that, in fact, whether it is sword intent or law, in the final analysis, it is just four words of determination." The first old man in the fake baby state stroked his beard and spoke slowly.

Determined?

Is your heart not firm enough?

Zhao Yang showed confusion on his face.

"Hehe, you said that the monster clan is rampant. It traced its source from the Nether Sea, and ran along the entire Lancang River into various rivers, plundering everywhere." The guarding general at the top stretched out his hand and drew lines in front of him.

"Why didn't anyone take action to block the big river stage, so that the monsters have nowhere to go?"

After the guarding general finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Yang, and the others also turned their heads.

This question is not only about practice, but more about the general trend of the world.

Zhao Yang pondered.

There was silence in the big tent.

"It's better to be blocked than to be unblocked. The rivers are rushing, and they can't be blocked after all." Zhao Yang's voice was clear and his face was full of confidence: "It's like my sealed sword intent. One day, I will break through it."

To this answer, many people in the big tent smiled.

If a practitioner does not have the determination to win, the road of practice will not go far at all.

The guarding general above also nodded slightly.

"The monster race used my human race to train soldiers, and my human race, why not!" At this moment, Zhao Yang's voice was low and firm.

"it is good!"

After Zhao Yang's words fell, there were several shouts in the big tent.

"Good boy, at this age you can understand this meaning. Thousands of years later, the Great Yu Emperor may have your place." An old man in the fake baby realm who had been silent all this time also praised at this time.

There was no emperor in the Dayu Dynasty. The nine most powerful people held the power, and there were more than ten military lords under them, all of whom had real power.

Thousands of years later, Zhao Yang was able to become a military lord in charge of the military, which shows that this fake infant realm enshrines Zhao Yangzhi's optimism.

The guarding general showed a smile on his face. If he couldn't see through this layer and was blindfolded by the thick bones in front of the embankment, he would be a brave general at best.

The human race has no shortage of brave generals.

The guarding general was about to speak, but Zhao Yang's voice sounded again: "Actually, in the eyes of those Qingtian powers who can stop the flow of the river and flood the sea with a wave of their hands, thousands of years are nothing, and the grievances between the human race and the monster race It's just a joke."

Zhao Yang's words made the faces of the people in the big tent change.

"It's like the immortal gods above the nine heavens looking down on the earth, which one would care about the life and death of us ants?"

In the big tent, there was a deathly silence.Some were pensive, some were stunned.

So what about the golden core, and what about the nascent soul, the mighty power who stood tall in front of Zhao Yang just now, perhaps in the eyes of some beings, is not even a pawn.

Zhao Yang's words actually pulled everyone into the same position as him.Even, many people in the big tent looked at Zhao Yang with envy in their eyes.

You and I are both ants, all we want is longevity.

However, Zhao Yang was full of vigor, and they had no chance to move forward.

Those who see through this level, their minds are already suspended above the nine heavens.In this regard, Zhao Yang surpassed everyone in the tent.

"Zhao Yang, do you know that you are on the Monster Race lore list?" After a long silence, the guarding general above broke the silence.

"The lore list?"