“Basic Sword 1.”

“Get 12 gold coins.”

“Get internal force 1.”

"Pick up an iron sword."

...

After killing all the scarecrows in front of him, Zhao Yang's body flashed and he left the game world.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Zhao Yang opened his eyes and looked at the illusory attribute panel.

Character: Zhao Yang's cultivation level: First level of body refining (7823/10000)

Kung Fu: Qingyun Sect Body Refining Technique (Small Completion)

Skill: Sixth level of basic swordsmanship (10000/12000) (Great Perfection)

Bloodline: None

Wealth: 1314 gold coins

Equipment: Iron Sword

Items: straw rope 2 hemp shoes 3 rice balls 10 iron sword 3 white fox skin 1 red fox skin 1 tabby cat skin 1

Zhao Yang sighed deeply and sighed.

Ten days ago, Zhao Yang traveled through time.

At that time, he played an online game casually and felt it was good, so he clicked on the customer platform to download it. The moment the progress bar was opened, the computer exploded.

When he woke up, he was already Zhao Yang, the disciple of the Qingyun Sect leader on Qingkong Mountain in Changhe County, Xijiang, Tianxuan World, and received all his memories.

If you travel through the sect of practice and still have a disciple of the sect leader, this benefit is pretty good.

What’s more considerate is that half a month ago, the head of Qingyun Sect died of a furnace while refining alchemy. A bunch of elders and disciples died. Zhao Yang now has the highest position among the disciples of the sect and is about to become the leader of Qingyun Sect.

Thinking of his identity as the sect leader, Zhao Yang stared at the thin letter paper in front of him again.

"Within three months, take out five realm-breaking pills, otherwise Qingyun Sect will be removed from the list from now on..."

The charred letter paper was so damaged that it could only vaguely identify these handwritings.

It was after receiving this letter that Zhao Yang's master gathered the masters in the sect to forcefully refine advanced elixirs, resulting in the death of a furnace blowing.

Who wrote this letter? What kind of threat made the senior officials of Qingyun Sect risk their lives to refine elixirs? What would happen if they could not produce the elixir?...

One by one, there was no clue, but it was really under Zhao Yang's heart.

So worried...

As a time traveler, Zhao Yang got a golden finger, which is the game login platform, which contains dozens of online game games. The experience and items gained from these games can be brought out.

As the only owner of this game login platform in Tianxuan World, Zhao Yang can not only fight monsters and gain experience and props in these games, but also share the gains of other players in the game.

What's even more abnormal is that as his cultivation level improves, his control over this game platform will be unlocked step by step, including a series of powers such as modification explosion rate, experience, refreshing and distribution ratio of items, and operating system and business systems.

With such awesome golden fingers, wouldn’t you be able to see forever and be free and carefree!

When Zhao Yang was excitedly logged into the platform and was about to kill everyone in the game, he was stunned.

"This game has not been unlocked yet. The unlocking conditions are available, and the player level refining body level is one."

"This game has not been unlocked yet. The unlocking conditions are available, and the player level is the foundation building level."

"This game has not been unlocked yet. The unlocking conditions are the first level of the player level Jindan."

...

Forget it if you don’t give gift bags for beginners, but you still have to unlock them!

These games require players to achieve their cultivation level before they can be unlocked. However, after crossing, Zhao Yang's original cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining was gone, and now he is a mortal!

Relying on the convenience of his identity as a sect leader, Zhao Yang used his power to get two elixirs to wash hair and marrow, and then refined several pots of body refining soup. He finally stepped back into the gate of the realm of cultivation, reached the early stage of body refining, and finally unlocked a game world.

Sadly, this game that only needs to be refining the body level is still at the hell level for Zhao Yang now. He can't beat even a slightly stronger monster, so he can only kill some monsters.

The little monster has little experience. Although he has forced his basic swordsmanship to the Great Perfection, his own cultivation level has not increased.

At this speed, it will take at least three years to return to the third level of Qi Refining.

But who would give him three years? Qingkong Mountain is not a good place, and Qingyun Sect is not a good hall.

Not to mention three years, you can’t wait even three months.

"Bang bang bang--"

"Sixth Brother!"

"Sixth Brother!"

Hearing the call outside the door, Zhao Yang looked calm and said lightly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young man in white with an anxious face rushed into the room: "Sixth Brother--"

"Hmm?" Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, acting sect leader." The young man's expression changed and he bowed with a bitter face: "Acting sect leader, Uncle Hu, no, the old thief Hu is here again."

"Come on, let's just leave it alone. Do you still have to receive it in person?" Zhao Yang smiled coldly: "It's just an abandoned disciple of the sect."

Hu Yan, the head of the Hu family in Qingyang Town, had once been under the Qingyun Sect. In terms of seniority, he was still Zhao Yang's uncle. However, these family cultivators are different from those of the sect and are not interested in the sect, so Hu Yan returned to the family early.

Yesterday, Hu Yan brought a large group of Qingyang Town families to the sect to pay tribute to Zhao Yang's master. He relied on the fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation and had a long seniority, so what he said was very bad.

If his cultivation is still there, even if he is less than two levels of realm, Zhao Yang will not be afraid of this old guy.

However, there was no trace of spiritual energy in his body, even if the swordsmanship was high, it would be useless. He could only grit his teeth and endure it, and put a big face in front of the disciples.

This old guy came again today, and Zhao Yang's first reaction was to ignore him.

"No, Old Piece Hu took a handwritten book that said it was the master of the throne that he had left to him."

"Bang!"

Zhao Yang stood up and slapped the wood in front of him into pieces with one palm.

"Old thief!"

His face turned red and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

Back then, Wu Yan went down the mountain and had no relationship with Qingyun Sect anymore.

Now he is just relying on his cultivation level to clearly oppress Qingyun Sect and Zhao Yang.

That's all, the old thief actually faked the master's handwritten book, which is simply a great humiliation of Qingyun Sect!

Even in the dozen or so sects in Qingkong Mountain, there has never been any precedent for passing the throne or family monks. Such a handwritten book is to place the two generations of sect leaders of Qingyun Sect!

"This is to shame the master and make the master uneasy in the nine fountains!" Seeing Zhao Yang's angry look, the young man in white gritted his teeth and said, "Sixth Brother, this time you must take action to teach this old thief a lesson!"

Take action?

lesson?

These two words are like a basin of cold water, which immediately extinguished all Zhao Yang's emotions.

Take action and seek death.

If Hu Yan, who is in the fifth level of Qi Refining, wants to kill Zhao Yang now, one finger is enough.

"Hey... Lao Qi, the master's body is not cold. How can I meet with Uncle Master in front of his old man? Go and comfort me. As for the so-called master's handwriting, it's just a joke." Zhao Yang shook his head, looked compassionate, and slowly sat back on the wooden bed.

The young man in white was stunned for a while, feeling a little disbelief: "No, senior brother, this is all..."

"Zhang Tao, haven't you heard what this sect leader said?" Zhao Yang's face darkened and he shouted softly.

"Yes, obey the order." The young man in white opened his mouth, finally bowed helplessly, took a few steps back, and then walked out of the room.

"Internal and external troubles..." Zhao Yang sighed lowly on the wooden bed, staring at the illusory login interface and dazed.

Lao Qi is obviously not a good bird either. He obviously wants to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

But these short-sighted guys don’t know that the internal strife has started, and other sects in Qingkong Mountain are even more jokes?

"Sect Master, Sect Master!"

Just a moment later, an inner disciple rushed over with panting.

"Sect Master, the fight started in front!"

Zhao Yang jumped up from the wooden couch, picked up his sword and took two steps when he suddenly stopped.

How could he fight when he ordered Lao Qi to comfort him just now? Lao Qi only had the second level of Qi Refining cultivation, so he was not enough to see in front of Wu Yan.

Is this really a fight, or is it acting for yourself?

"How dare this old seventh fight with his uncle in front of his master's spirit?"

"The leader, it was not Senior Brother Zhang Tao who took action, but Zuo Ling'er's junior sister."

Junior sister?
To be continued...