There was already a circle of people around, including Zhong Shancun and Wang Mali, as well as Zhong Shanmang, Zhong Shanyu, Zhong Shanfei and other brothers and friends. Some looked at Birmingham indignantly, while others cast longing eyes at Zhong Yao.

"Use your wooden sword."

Birmingham turned around and greeted Bada, the tallest and most powerful. This was a bald boy. He followed his bald father to manage the firewood stove in Zhongjiabao, burning his hair and eyebrows. It was a ancestral skill.

Ba Da pursed his mouth and untied the wooden sword around his waist. His wooden sword was the longest and widest, and fell into Birmingham's hands, still like a child's toy.

Birmingham took a deep breath, and his energy swelled up, and a faint red light overflowed.

A thicker red light appeared in his hand, gradually stretching onto the wooden sword, becoming brighter and brighter.

The red light spewed out half a foot from the tip of the sword, swaying like a fire, and then extinguished.

The wooden sword turned into black ashes, drizzling, and even the hilt of the sword was burned away.

"My sword!"

Ba cried out in great grief and wanted to pick up the black and gray, but was pulled by his friends.

"Your sword is not good."

Birmingham posed a smiling face that made the teenagers want to beat them up as a pig's head and slapped off the ashes on their hands: "If it was an ordinary iron sword, it would be very uncomfortable to bear my Burning Heaven's true energy. It would be too bullying for me to use my own natal spiritual sword to stimulate the wooden true energy."

""Let's just do it, there's no need to compete, and Xiaozhu is qualified to compete with me."

Zhong Yao smiled faintly and said, "It is a good idea to use the iron sword to stimulate the wood-type true energy, I'll try it."

Birmingham laughed and spread his hands, indicating that it was not something he forced.

Zhongyao raised the erectile dynasty sword he had just received and pointed it straight to the outside.

The faint light circled around her body, like a breeze, which made the Bo family companion next to her take a secret breath.

When the companion was about to say something, the clear light pushed to the sword and sparkled waves of light.

"This sword...is really good..."

Zhong Yao said it hard, and it seemed that he had used all his strength.

"It's really the wood-based true qi, the Qingfeng Lingxi Sword, Xiaoyao, you are impressive."

Birmingham was also slightly shocked, and being able to release true energy from outside means that Zhongyao's Qingfeng Spirit-Winding Technique has reached at least the sixth level of foundation building. And seeing the flow of the clear light, it is not just the cultivation level that has just reached the sixth level.

"It's not bad, it's a little better than me four years ago."

Birmingham kindly advised: "Don't force it too much. Qingfeng Linghunting is ultimately the wood-based true qi. The iron dragon scale sword is the metal-based nature. Gold overcomes wood. Using it to stimulate the sword light of the wood-based true qi may not be twice the effort. It is impossible."

Zhong Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You haven't learned the five elements yet. It's just a common sense that gold overcomes wood. There is also a difference between strength and weakness in the five elements. Strong wood can overcome weak metal."

Birmingham smiled with his hands behind his back, and the twig of fiery red hair on his head was waving: "Okay, let me see how strong your wood system is."

Zhongyao exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a thunder suddenly swept across his body, blasting the extremely fierce energy into the sword of the hundred-sharp steel.

The clanging sounds changed from small to large, from sparse to dense, and quickly turned into buzzing sounds.

The pyrodon scale sword shook violently, and the clear light wrapped around the sword body, spraying out the long sword light from the tip of the sword, stretching and contracting.

Birmingham stared at him, and his companion exclaimed: "Master, please put away your true energy, be careful not to be hurt..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongyao could no longer hold on. Of course, it was not because he lacked his true energy, but because he could not hold on.

He raised the sword high and suddenly let go.

The Iron Dragon Scale Sword shot straight into the sky with true energy, making a whimpering and shrill cry, sharp and harsh.

Everyone raised their heads and watched the sword shoot at least a hundred feet high, and exploded with a burst of air.

The sun is shining brightly in the air, like a clump of fireworks.

“Yo…”

Zhong Yao also looked up and saw the fireworks of sword energy and muttered: "Your sword is not good... it cannot stand praise."

Birmingham still raised his head and blinked hard, suspecting that he had seen an illusion.

Clapping his hands, Zhong Yao said generously: "Our sword is broken, so let's decide to tie it."

His tone was extremely sincere: "Just Qianqian learned Xiaozhu's Qingfeng Linghua Sword. The top ten swords in your Bojiazhuang can't stand my wood-type true energy. When I change to my own Sword of the Golden Demon Slaying Sword, I'm afraid the Bojia can't take it out."

He shrugged and said regretfully: "Then wait until the young owner beats me, and then talk about the competition with Xiaozhu."

He bowed: "I am still busy here, so I won't be with you, so I'll say goodbye."

Zhongyao took big steps, and King Zhongshancun Ma Li followed happily.

The friends laughed and picked up the pieces. Even the bars who had lost the wooden sword were very happy and were happy to have a better sword than themselves.

"This sword is not good! It cannot stand praise!"

"The Iron Sword? I think it is the Ice Sword!"

"Is this sword called the erectile tin dragon scale? Now it is the real erectile tin dragon scale!"

The teenagers ridiculed the debris next to them, and Birmingham finally came back to his god.

He twisted his collar on his partner and shouted with smoke, "You must have used a broken sword to fool people! Have you ever thought that I would be embarrassed? Tell me who did it?"

The master and servant walked here, and the little maid Wang Mali laughed and said, "Uncle Yao's sword is so handsome! It must have a nice name!"

Zhong Shancun was amazed: "For the Castle Lord, I seemed to see the sword thunder sound that grandpa said."

I was too proud, that is, the movements of the monkey from the root of the sky are the same as the sword energy thunder sound that is equal to the sound boom.

"It's just a shadow."

Zhong Yao waved his hand and was modest, thinking that it was indeed a strong wood that defeated weak metal. His four-fold rate of Qingfeng was able to wash the sword, which means that the bamboo sword could bear it.

"You bastard..."

Zi Luo was still muttering in her ear: "I didn't say anything and thrust hard, making me soft and numb."

Loli Old Demon, please pay attention to your words. This will make people misunderstand!

And do you need me to say that when my divine thoughts move, you will be connected by yourself, it is entirely your own voluntary!

Zhongyao coughed and sent a wisp of Jiudi true energy into the demon-bound rose to warn this guy.

When Birmingham came over, he was filling in his true energy and prepared for any trouble.

However, the battle between Shan Shen Temple and Tu Hu was too much, and it was a bit difficult for a moment. I had to follow the purple roe to operate the innate cycle, and use the remaining savings to scatter four times the true energy. Now my legs and feet are all soft.

Zhongyao was still a little awesome. Think about it seriously. If he didn't use Zi Luo and didn't rely on Jiutu's true energy and bricks, he wouldn't have much chance of winning.

Although the fox demon was possessed by the eighth level of Qi Refining and the mountain god's divine seal, he was suppressed by the nightmare aura. His mind was not clear enough and his strength could be at most 20% of the time. He relied on the Qi Refining Body Skill given by Zi Luo to take that guy as a target. If he fought head-on, it was a question whether he could withstand the opponent's attack.

Birmingham is only the seventh level of foundation building, and his realm is lower than that of himself, but his true energy is strong. With the natal spiritual sword, his power is fully exerted, not much weaker than Ji Xiaozhu.

And he competes with Ji Xiaozhu...

Zhong Yao smiled bitterly. Without Zi Luo, he would definitely not be able to beat him without Jiutu’s true energy.

It seems that in addition to improving the realm, we also have to think about how to improve the power of the sword moves, as well as the efficiency of the Dantian Qihai, and enhance our practical combat capabilities.

His own strength is only one part of the plan to protect the countryside. The foundation of the plan is a series of measures that are about to be announced to the Zhong family.

The difficulty of this matter is much greater than a trivial matter like saving Birmingham.

While I was thinking, I had already arrived at the yard. The carpenters and fortresses were still busy. The original tent was moved away and several beams and pillars of the rooms were erected in the wooden fence.

A bunch of vines attached to a specially built wooden frame, and there were also climbing a creeper side by side. The leaves of the ivy are golden and complement each other with the lilac vines, which is very gorgeous.

"You are..."

Zhongyao quietly asked Zi Luo: "Why did you lead the ivy out again?"

Zi Luo hummed, "Only my color seems too cold. I found a piece of rhizome of ivy underground last night and it was urged to come out. It had grown so long when I left in the morning, and you didn't pay attention to it."

A strand of spiritual silk appeared in his wrist. Zi Luo used the spiritual silk to look at the vines and ivy on the wooden stand, and said with satisfaction: "Now there are all cold and warm colors, is it good to look?"

Zhong Yao nodded subconsciously. If it was only the lilac, it was really cold, and if it was only the ivy, it was too dry. It was just right together.

This old loli monster is really obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When the new fortress master's mansion is completed, the wooden frame is added to the pavilion, the vine-covered pavilion and purple-gold colors are complemented by each other, which is a pleasing scene.

The premise is that your plan can be successfully implemented and Zhongjiabao can be preserved.

He ordered: "Shancun, go and notify all elders and discuss matters in the castle hall."

Zhong Shancun bowed and replied, "Yes!"

Seeing Zhong Shancun rushing away, Wang Mali asked, "What about me?"

Zhongyao thought for a while and said, "You go carry a basket of firewood."

After a while, the petite and small Wang Mali carried a basket of wood that was taller and thicker than her, followed Zhongyao and swayed into the stone fort.

In the stable next to the fort gate, a burly man saw it and shouted with a smile: "Good!"
Chapter completed!