Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Swords, and many more.

Everyone turned their heads unconsciously and looked at the other tables. , There are swords on many tables, some have one handle, some have two handles.

Although these swords are different from those held by Lu Jiaoyan, they are all sealed with yellow talismans.

Is it!

A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the few people, and they stepped forward unconsciously, reaching out to hold the long sword.

magic weapon!

It is really a magic weapon!
Each holds a sword, and there are several more on the table over there.

So many magic weapons, the value - dare not think!

Is this the true background of an eight-rank force?
Huang Jian raised his head with difficulty, and once again set his sights on Zhuge Hong.

He was wrong.

He thought that he was one of the financial pillars of the Frost Snow Sword Academy after he experienced the Qingxue Tower, so he could enjoy the privileges in the Sword Academy, and be able to call Zhuge Hong and the others brothers.

It turns out that everything is what I thought!

The Frost Snow Sword Academy was just too lazy to move, just too lazy to show off.They took out a magic weapon at random, and they smashed the entire Qingxue Building.

At this time, there were twelve long swords placed here.

"It's still three quarters of an hour from the end of the day. The long sword is first come, first served, and the price is [-]% lower than the market price." Zhuge Hong looked at the crowd with surprise on his face and said: "Business is business, this is the vice-principal's business." mean."

80% of the market price, that is [-] spirit stones.

Huang Jian shrank his neck in pain. This was his profit for more than half a year.

In the eyes of the superiors, treasures and spirit stones are things outside the body, so what are they trying to calculate?
Unknowingly, Huang Jian brought himself into Zhao Yang, imagining what he wanted to do.

Use these magic weapons to win over various forces?Or show the background and make everyone surrender?
He looked at the flower hall blocked by the screen, not knowing what Zhao Yang would do next.

The few people holding the long sword were delighted that the price had dropped so much all of a sudden, but they frowned secretly.

The vice-principal of the Frost Snow Sword Academy said that the family would be destroyed before the time came.

Everyone took this kind of ruthless talk as a joke before, and the vice-principal is just a puppet, just to attract people.

But at this moment, with so many magic weapons in front of him, anyone who still thinks that sentence is a joke is a fool.

The Shuangxue Sword Academy is going to regain control of these three thousand miles of mountains and rivers?
For a while, several people were in a state of confusion, not knowing what to do.

"Elder Zhuge, I have a deep friendship with Sect Master Sikong Cao of Luanxue Sword Sect, so I'll go and urge him."

Chen Sen suddenly took a step forward, took out a storage bag from his arms, and then with a flash of inspiration, he held out a dark red long sword and said, "Here are 300 million spirit stones and several treasures, plus my Put the blood-stained sword here first." As he spoke, he handed these things to Huang Jian, and cupped his hands: "Thank you."

"I have a close relationship with Sect Master Tang of the Ice Sword Sect. If you don't tell me about such good things, how can you be kind?"

"I'm going to call Lao Yuan from Bailingzong, just to pay him back."

……

But after a while, everyone left, only a pile of treasures and storage bags piled up in front of Huang Jian.

"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper?" Qian Fengfeng called twice in a low voice before Huang Jian turned around in a jerk.Qian Gongfeng's eyes signaled that it was Zhuge Hong who had something to say.

"The vice-principal asked you to spread these goods, and when the time comes, the future head of the sect will bring them up." Zhuge Hong waved his hand, and a storage bag was thrown in front of Huang Jian.

Another storage bag.

Huang Jian stretched out his hand to take it, and his whole body was shocked.

"This--"

Zhuge Hong shook his head, waved his hands and said: "Go, the vice-principal has said that you are in charge of this Qingxue building."

In charge of Qingxue Tower!
Turning his face, Huang Jian looked at the four long swords still there, as well as the mountain of treasures in front of him and the storage bag in his hand.Such a Qingxue building is actually managed by herself!
"Elder Zhuge, don't worry, Huang Jianding will live up to the trust of the elder and the vice-principal."

Huang Jian held the storage bag, with a happy expression on his face, and went downstairs excitedly.

Everything in this storage bag is a rare treasure in the Northern Territory, and it is full of weight.

Compared with these treasures, the items received by the vice headmaster before are not worth mentioning.

With so many treasures spread out, the reputation of Qingxuelou will spread immediately.

At that time, the daily flow of water will be tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

Excited, Huang Jian hurried to shop.

Zhao Yang was in the flower hall, and his spiritual sense had long since sunk in the game world.

"Tell me about Hu Zongnan's situation." In front of him stood a bowed black iron guard who had just reported to him the whereabouts of a Nascent Soul master.

"Hu Zongnan was originally the suzerain of a sect in the Southern Wilderness, in the realm of Yuanying Yixiang. His sect was destroyed by the demon clan a hundred years ago, and he fled to Zhongzhou. He wanted revenge, but he never had a chance to achieve it." Hei Tiewei said himself The news of the discovery was reported to Zhao Yang in detail.

The Zhongzhou practice community didn't care much about the fall of Nanhuang, and wanted to drag people to die, but no one went.

This is a good way.

Zhao Yang's heart moved, and he said: "After you go back, you will mainly investigate those sects and masters who have wandered from the Southern Wilderness."

"This subordinate understands." Black Iron Guard bowed down.

Zhao Yang nodded, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand: "Good job, you take these spirit stones and magic tools, and you can come to the secret realm to practice for three hours a day."

"Cultivation is fundamental, don't neglect it." Zhao Yang solemnly instructed.

The cultivation level of these black iron guards is still not enough, and they are almost unable to keep up with his needs.

"I understand, Tiewei Liusan, thank you master." The black iron guard accepted Zhao Yang's reward, bowed excitedly, and then faded away.

Zhao Yang summoned some iron guards and told them to pay attention to those Southern Wilderness sects and practitioners before leaving the game world.

At this time, just entered the Weishi moment.

"Vice-principal, the principals of each sect have arrived and are waiting downstairs to be summoned." Zhao Yang's spiritual energy and blood scattered, and Zhuge Hong hurriedly spoke out.

"Let them come up." Zhao Yang replied lightly, then looked at the space around the flower hall, and waved his hand.

Suddenly, as if time and space had changed, the original flower hall turned into an empty mountain with beautiful scenery.

The flowing water is gurgling, the fish and birds are swimming, and the green grass is lingering.

Jiao Yang above his head radiated a warm feeling, so Zhao Yang could not help but close his eyes, and sat down on a stone bench.

This kind of warm feeling has never been experienced since I came to the North Territory.

Although this is a projection of the game world, there is no difference in the senses. At this time, he is really deep in such an environment.

"Everyone—"

As soon as he stepped into the flower hall, Zhuge Hong was shocked and speechless in horror.

The well-dressed practitioners behind him filed in and stood there in a daze.

It's a world they've never seen before.

This world was completely different from the snow-capped world they were in, and the warmth of the sun was also very different from the cold sunlight they had always felt.

Is this a fairyland...

"Coming?" Zhao Yang opened his squinted eyes, smiled slightly, and waved his hand, a row of teacups appeared on the stone platform in front of him, and then a blue-gray teapot appeared in his hand.

After pouring cups of clear tea, he put down the teapot, pointed to the cup and said, "Tea, please."