Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Through the world projection, Zhao Yang finally saw the little girl who was thinking about it day and night, and he also calmed down his mind.

Before parting, he gave Zuo Ling'er some precious elixir received in the Northern Territory, and then returned with a large jar of medicated food.

The world projection can transfer items, and even manifest attacks and images, but the projected image itself is illusory, which makes Zhao Yang very depressed.

Back at the Sword Academy, he didn't feel sleepy, summed up his recent gains and losses, and slowly began to think about the things to do in the near future.

When he walked out of the small courtyard in good spirits, he saw Zhuge Jun with a haggard expression.

"How is your brother?"

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Zhuge Jun shook his head with an ugly expression on his face: "Your life is fine, but your cultivation is useless."

This is the difficulty and danger of cultivating the power of black magnetism. If one is not careful, the two kinds of power will be confused.

When Zhao Yang practiced before, he consumed a hundred times more energy and blood to balance the magnetic force between the two poles.

"Hey," Zhuge Jun sighed softly, and said with a bitter face: "Little Zhuge has always been high-spirited. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out of this blow."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head again and said: "In my opinion, it's better to take advantage of this time to practice other exercises and forget about it."

Does this mean that even the most direct disciples of the Sword Academy have lost confidence in their own skills?
Zhao Yang felt alarmed, this is not a good omen.

There are only more than [-] well-established practitioners in the Sword Academy, and the only one who can really do it is Zhuge Jun in front of him.If even Zhuge Jun loses confidence, then the Sword Academy will be disbanded immediately.

"Take me to see little Zhuge." Zhao Yang said in a deep voice.

Zhuge Jun was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and took the lead.

The two came to a courtyard, the courtyard door was wide open, and there were a few plum trees planted in the small courtyard, which was somewhat elegant.

Zhuge Rui who had just walked out of the yard raised his head to see Zhao Yang, and was also slightly stunned, then opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it.

"Father, the vice-principal said to come and see little Zhuge." Without outsiders, Zhuge Jun spoke directly.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, Junior Brother." Zhuge Rui cupped his hands towards Zhao Yang with a look of distress on his face.

This voice of junior is the most cordial that Zhao Yang has heard since he came to the Sword Academy.

Walking to the small courtyard, the young man Zhao Yang saw yesterday was sitting in front of the stone table.

It's just that Zhuge Hong didn't have the heroic spirit of yesterday at all, and his face was slumped with a hint of fatigue.

"My Frost Snow Sword Academy has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and the disciples of the younger generations are not as good as the previous ones. I am really ashamed of my ancestor. I, Zhuge Rui, are incompetent, and I am ashamed to worry about my two children."

Zhuge Rui sighed, the cunning and wisdom of earlier days were gone, and there was more self-blame and regret in his expression.

Zhuge Jun's face twitched and he didn't speak.

Zhuge Hong, who was sitting upright over there, turned his head, saw Zhao Yang coming, glanced at Zhuge Jun behind him, and said, "Vice-principal master, are you here to persuade me to cheer up and switch to other methods?"

Zhao Yang looked at Zhuge Rui and Zhuge Jun, and seeing the worried expressions on their faces, he immediately understood that they had already persuaded Zhuge Hong before.

"Give me your hand." Zhao Yang sat down at the stone table and stretched out his hand.

Zhuge Hong was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Zhao Yang to be so direct, he pondered for a while, and stretched out his hand.

Zhao Yang put his hand on Zhuge Hong's wrist, and the power of mysterious magnetic force penetrated slowly.

In terms of the accumulation of mysterious power, Zhao Yang can't compare to Zhuge Rui, even Zhuge Hong who has not finished his kung fu.

But Zhao Yang is a fellow practitioner of yin and yang magnetism, he turned black magnetism into primordial magnetism, and controlled the Dao, much more advanced than Zhuge Rui and the others.

In front of the avenue, the difference of one letter is a world of difference.

Zhao Yang's magnetic force penetrated into Zhuge Hong's meridians, instantly filling his meridians.

Turning around the entire meridian, Zhao Yang felt that Zhuge Hong's whole body was empty, without any magnetic force.

However, this Zhuge Hong has cultivated the power of black magnetism for a long time after all, his body has been sharpened to a certain extent, and his meridians, qi and blood are all abnormally stable.

This is also the reason why he was able to save his life when he was exercising.

The foundation is still there, so if you want to practice again, it will be more difficult.

The current Zhuge Hong, if he wants to practice again, he still needs to disperse all his energy and blood, and then re-accept the power of Xuanci, and then slowly torment, everything starts from the beginning.

This is more difficult than ordinary people's practice.

And if he switches to other exercises, he will have a strong foundation of Qi and blood, and he will get twice the result with half the effort.

No wonder Zhuge Rui and Zhuge Jun wanted to persuade him to change his cultivation.

Zhao Yang withdrew his hand and looked at Zhuge Hong.

"Vice-principal, little Zhuge's cultivation..." Zhuge Jun stretched out his head to look at Zhao Yang.

"Hehe, is the vice-principal also persuading me to switch to the exercises?" Zhuge Hong said calmly.

"There are quite a few exercises in Zangshu Pavilion, and I also have a lot of exercises that can be cultivated quickly and are not bad." Zhao Yang looked at Zhuge Hong and said, "These are easier than re-cultivating the power of Xuanci."

"Yes, switching to other exercises is not inferior to the power of Xuanci. Our Shuangxue Sword Academy has guarded Xuanci Avenue for so many years. Isn't there no hope?" Zhuge Jun quickly echoed, turning his head to look at Zhuge Rui: "Father, do you think so?"

Zhuge Rui nodded dejectedly and said, "It's better to switch to the cultivation at this time than to re-cultivate."

But Zhuge Hong didn't answer, looked at Zhao Yang and said, "Vice-principal, what's your suggestion?"

"It depends on how you choose." Zhao Yang stood up and said.

"Hehe, for me, Zhuge Hong, to dissipate all the energy and blood and rebuild Xuanci, the road is difficult, but I just face it." Zhuge Hong said lightly with a look of determination on his face.

"Little Zhuge, you have to think clearly!" Zhuge Jun said urgently.

Zhuge Hong didn't answer, just looked at Zhao Yang.

"Perhaps I can help you."

The expression on Zhuge Hong's face changed, and his hands on the table trembled slightly.

"Master Vice President, you, you mean—" Zhuge Jun stared at Zhao Yang with wide eyes.

"Junior brother, if you can let little Zhuge rebuild the Xuanci Dao, I will pass on the position of the head of the courtyard to you." Zhuge Rui said in a deep voice.

Zhao Yang smiled lightly, reached out and patted Zhuge Hong's shoulder and said, "Come and find me when you've made up your mind."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the courtyard.

In Zhuge Hong's situation, in the eyes of others, even if a great power who has cultivated the Xuanci Dao comes, there is no way to make him recover.

But in Zhao Yang's case, it was a trivial matter.

There is a lot of magnetic force in the magnetic space. If you directly infuse the magnetic force into the body, wouldn't you be able to rebuild successfully?
Back in his small courtyard, Zhao Yang disappeared in a flash.

"Om-"

His figure landed in a space covered with dark rocks.

As the figure appeared, he felt his whole body sink, and a pulling force wanted to keep him in place.

After a little perception, the magnetic force of this first layer is roughly equivalent to doubling the gravity.

A black three-foot centipede rushed towards him with bared teeth, and he chopped it into two pieces with a wave of his hand.

"The power of profound magnetism 10."

"Gold Coin 15"

"Aura 25"

The harvest here is negligible to Zhao Yang now.

His body was shaken, and the power of mysterious magnetism surged all over his body, and then the scene in front of him kept flickering until a certain frame was frozen.

"boom--"

It was as if a huge mountain was pressing on his shoulders, making him sink!
In No.30's second-floor space, the power of black magnetism directly increases hundreds of times.

A nearly ten feet long golden pincer worm roared and rushed towards Zhao Yang.

"Om-"

As soon as Zhao Yang raised his hand, two long swords appeared three feet away in front of him. The swords were separated by three feet, covering the pincer insect.