After Zhongyao slept until dawn, he realized it.

Zi Luo is the demon king of Guanshan!?

He called Zi Luo out and asked, Zi Luo's hair turned into vines, gritting his teeth and zipping his neck: "You didn't listen to feelings at all!"

That is, he pretended to be like that and rushed back the vines, for fear that Zhongyao would inspire his spiritual energy again and lure her into a congenital cycle.

Zhongyao laughed, feeling refreshed, and the threat on this side of the monster was finally completely resolved.

It would be great if Zi Luo had remembered it earlier... Uh, it was useless. The only one who recognized her was the Eagle King. The other monsters were the new generation and did not recognize her, the old generation of demon kings.

However, this caused Zhong Yao to have a bigger question. You, a mountain demon king, are just a mountain patrol demon under the command of the mountain god. The mountain god's pomp is too big, right?

Zi Luo smiled reluctantly: "I can't remember the details, and the mountain god is big and small, and the mountain is very big."

There was noisy outside, and Zhongyao didn't have time to think about it. After washing up quickly, he drank a few sips of dirt... Oh no, Li Zhu, left the township master's mansion to check the battle situation.

Compared with yesterday, the number of nightmare monsters is much higher, and the white mist produced by the burning of divine power is even stronger, and it is approaching a lot, and some tricky high-level nightmare monsters have appeared.

However, Zhong Zhizheng never woke him up, which showed that the battle situation was stable and there was no need to worry. The village guards and villagers rotated in an orderly manner, and the monks were busy killing each other. The dirt pits were filled with light white smoke, and there were no casualties.

Zhongyao went up to every earthen platform to comfort the villagers and monks, and felt the pressure they were under. It was second to boost morale. As the village master, this is also an unavoidable responsibility.

The villagers and the township guards did some auxiliary work, and the main force of the output was monks. Zhong Yao also experienced the different styles of Guanshan’s three schools.

The monks of the Bo family led by Birmingham were all dressed in red, with sword lights like flames, the most dazzling. However, their battles were the most boring, and they used the most concise sword moves at the safest distance. It looked like fire arrows shot out, cutting their heads, cutting their arms and legs. They were not astonishing as the fire dragon rising like the fire-type sword cultivator.

"You Zhong family is the most stingy. A good sword can only be changed from you to ten foundation-building pills, or a hundred small Huan pills. Our Bo family is not a country blacksmith who plays kitchen knives. Each sword is tempered thousands of times, and it also takes a lot of spiritual energy to create spirits. It would be nice to produce a spiritual sword in a month. Sometimes I have to go and make irons."

"The sword I gave you is really a good sword. It took my third uncle two months to create it. You know that you ruined his sword casually. He was afraid that he would run over with a hammer and knock your head as a chopping board!"

Seeing Zhongyao, Birmingham's nagging complaints made Zhongyao feel embarrassed and felt pity for the same illness.

I didn't feel it before, but now I know that the Bo family is also a bunch of poor people.

It's normal to think about it. The Bo family has no production except minerals and sword casting. The food and rice, oil and salt are all traded by the Zhong family. The price is crushed to death, and the miners and blacksmiths who sell coolies.

Birmingham was still complaining that Xiao Huandan was not enough to recover his true energy. When Zhongyao saw that more than ten sword cultivators of their Bo family had already taken the battle, they couldn't help but get angry. He said that he wanted to rotate. You all teams went to fight all the time, so of course it was not enough.

"This is a rare opportunity. Sword cultivators have to fight to improve their cultivation. The warm and devouring method of dying qi is not suitable for our sword cultivators, at least not suitable for our Bo family's sword cultivators."

Birmingham said proudly, swinging his sword to slash out a thin flame, splitting the head of a nightmare monster more than ten feet away into two.

I have to say that although Birmingham is not at a high level and his true energy is not strong, his fine control of sword moves is far superior to Zhongyao. No wonder he can take a few moves under Ji Xiaozhu.

Zhong Yao felt aroused in his heart and made a request to Birmingham to learn the Bo family's martial arts and sword moves.

"You are not surnamed Bo, how can you do this?"

Sure enough, Birmingham's reaction was exactly the same as Ji Xiaozhu's at the beginning. Zhongyao wanted to learn the fire-type martial arts and sword moves of their Bo family.

"If you are willing to join the family, you can't discuss it. I have seventeen sisters, so you can choose whatever you want."

Birmingham hit Zhongyao with his elbow again, half serious and half ridiculed: "And there is a condition, you have to tell Xiaozhu... Well, you understand."

Zhongyao sneered at it, you are thinking beautifully.

He added the code, and the numbers he said made Birmingham widen his eyes, and the sword light that had just emerged at the tip of the sword was extinguished.

"One hundred thousand kilograms of grain, three hundred small ones?"

Birmingham grabbed Zhongyao's hand, and fireworks were about to emerge in his eyes: "Trade!"

The promise was so straightforward, which made Zhongyao suspicious.

"Tell you the formula of martial arts and sword recipes, you can do it."

Birmingham raised his lips: "You can't learn anyway."

He bounced the red hair on his forehead, and his tone was extremely proud: "The Suzaku Burning Heaven Technique of our Bo family is not something that ordinary people can learn. It must have a special physique. Do you see this red hair? Without the blood of the Suzaku, you cannot condense the true energy of the Suzaku, let alone inducing the Suzaku spiritual energy."

Zhongyao smiled indifferently. Most people naturally can't learn it, but he is different.

"Are you...serious?"

Zhongyao did not withdraw the transaction, which surprised Birmingham again and scratched his head for a moment.

In the end, Birmingham agreed and whispered: "You and I know this transaction. I will tell you the formula. You will say thank you for the help of our Bo family."

Birmingham looks like a playboy, has a good nature, and is very active and has no taboos, which makes Zhongyao feel more and more favorable to him.

"That won't work..."

Zhong Yao smiled and said, "I will calculate the thank you gifts from your Bo family. What about these? Even if I give you my personal thank you."

There are still a lot of inventory in the Zhong family's warehouse. He has prepared a hundred foundation-building pills and thanks to the Bo family for help. The food is an additional investment that Zhong Yao has obtained for his engagement. He is already planning to divide some support to the Bo family. Even if the demon nightmare retreats, the Zhong family will be worried about food shortage, and the Bo family who relies on the Zhong family to provide food is even worse.

Birmingham was rubbing his hands and licking his lips, and Zhongyao said again: "There is still a condition. If you can't beat me in one day, you are not allowed to disturb Xiaozhu in one day, you know."

The young owner of the Bo family was immediately discouraged, and his body was hunched down, and he was as tall as Zhong Yao.

"Don't bully my young master and the owner of the manor are weak!"

Birmingham became energetic again, clenched his fists and said, "One year! Give me a year, I will definitely beat you!"

Oh, I'm so scared...

Zhong Yao smiled secretly and accepted the martial arts formulas and sword scores that Birmingham had quietly stuffed over.

After completing this insider transaction, Zhong Yao told Birmingham to make a replacement. Looking at the Bo family sword cultivator who was still full of energy and full of energy all night, I felt that it was an exception.

These sword cultivators are used to hard life, and they have to use their true energy while calculating, so they have to use this thin and long sword.
Chapter completed!