"Come on, Yunting, Oneiroi, this is the wood I didn't finish cutting last time, you can cut all this into firewood first. Also, when you're done, you're going to cut down the trees yourself. The Beacon Opera Lord pointed to a pile of wood on the ground and said.

There are a large pile of wood on the ground that has not been chopped into firewood, and looking at the faces of the princes of the beacon fire, Yun Ting knows how the beacon fire usually lives. Now that he is here, the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera are relieved, and the people who have sunk into the sea of misery have become clouds.

"I don't chop firewood." Oneiroi indifferently picked up a piece of wood and subconsciously wanted to take out the dagger from his sleeve, only to find that all the weapons on his body, including the throwing knife, had been used up in several battles. It was like the battle with Wang Yue, and even the delicate dagger caused by the Hundred Refining Compendium in his hand was lost, and now he didn't even have a weapon on his body.

"Give." Wang Yue suddenly appeared in the courtyard of the mansion, and a flash of light flashed in his hand, shooting towards the Oneiroi machine. Oneiroi raised his hand to take it, and it turned out to be a dagger, the blade of which shone with a cold cyan light, and the blade was still wound with a carving like a thorn.

"Good!" Oneiroi exclaimed, and got up. One hand holds the wood, and the other hand has turned into light and entwined it. Pieces of sawdust flew, the eyes of the Oneiroi machine did not blink, staring intently at the wood in his hand, the dagger in his left hand kept outlining, slashing, the dagger that could have killed people, but it was beautiful and ethereal, completely exuding an elegant and charming atmosphere of art, and gradually the wood appeared a trace of appearance, it was a person, but it was just an outline.

It's not the first time Yun Ting has seen it, this time it's a different feeling from his previous life, every time he looks at the carving of the Oneiroi machine, he can always find a different feeling, Yun Ting asked himself if he could do it, but he couldn't do it as well as the Oneiroi machine.

Even the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera next to him were stunned, and Wang Yue also nodded his chin slightly, with a glint of approval in his eyes.

"Xiaoliu, don't make noise about the Dream God Machine, he doesn't have to chop wood, you take Yunting to chop wood, supervise it, by the way, you have to work hard." Wang Yue moved on his toes, his body rose into the air, and after a few leaps, he disappeared from view.

"I know, Yun Ting, you brought the Oneiroi machine with you, it's because of his fast knife. Look, how fast this knife is, if it is used to cut vegetables and meat, it must be delicious. The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera looked at the misty dagger and kept nodding.

Seeing this, Yun Ting knew that it was over, walked to the wooden pile alone, arranged the wood one by one, and then pulled out the green cylinder sword with a "bang". A rich murderous aura quickly rose from the sword's body, covering every inch of the mansion, and even the movements of the Oneiroi Machine unconsciously slowed down, and it took a short time to recover again.

The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera ran to Yun Ting's side again, looked at the Qinggang Sword and couldn't help nodding: "It's so rich in murderous aura, this sword is too murderous, but it's really powerful." ”

"Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, you don't have to come out, your own people!" The beacon fire opera waited for a roar, and the three figures who rushed here turned back again.

"Yun Ting, you better take this sword back, as soon as this sword comes out, my whole body feels uncomfortable, you wait, I'll go get you a heavier sword." As he spoke, the people had already run into the main hall.

"Okay." Yun Ting put the Qingjar Sword back into the sheath, and the terrifying killing intent disappeared, but I don't know what kind of sword it is, it can be heavier than this divine heavy sword Qingva.

While waiting, the princes of the Beacon Opera were already dragging a sword, barely carrying it when they stepped out of the threshold, and one of them stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera gasped, their faces were already covered with beads of sweat, and they were dragging a giant sword towards Yunting, and the soil in the courtyard was pressed out of a ravine, looking at its appearance, it seemed to be pulling nine oxen.

"Come and help me!" Seeing this, Yun Ting knew that the sword was definitely not ordinarily heavy, stepped forward, and took the hand of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, Yun Ting suddenly felt very difficult, this sword was too heavy, much heavier than the Qinggang Sword.

It's no wonder that the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera just now looked like they were as tired as dead dogs, with their innate arm strength, no matter how much they increased during this time, it is estimated that they will have to drag this giant sword out of strength, let alone lift it.

"How? This sword is called Chongwu, weighing one hundred and sixty-six pounds, and I think it is better to change the number in front to six, six six six, Da Shun. As soon as he took off his hand, the princes of the Beacon Fire Theater, who had no burden, began to talk endlessly.

Yun Ting automatically filtered the words of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, took a deep breath, and violently mobilized the strength of his whole body, and lifted the heavy sword that was like a mixture of iron lumps. Suddenly, the bones of the body made a violent sound, and Yun Ting felt the blood pouring into his head, it was too uncomfortable to take this sword, it is estimated that if he chops a piece of wood, the entire ground will be shaken once, and if he chops it more than a dozen times, his body will collapse, and his hands will be paralyzed. The Qingyu Sword is heavier than this, it is called a comfortable and happy one, at least Yun Ting has used it.

"The master said, you are more special, so take me to practice." The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera looked schadenfreude, and began to count with their fingers. "You cut 100,000 pieces of wood, which is equivalent to my wooden sword that I wielded ten million times, alas, brother's day, and don't scold the system, in fact, the system is a supercomputer, it is very resentful, or obediently chop wood." To be honest, it's time to ask the master to go to the heavens and grab a few thieves' dens, otherwise there won't be enough to eat. ”

"It seems that you want to continue to eat your third senior brother's food." Yun Ting held Chonggo in his hand and walked towards the pyre. This extremely short distance, Yun Ting walked very slowly, even so, Yun Ting still left heavy footprints, obviously, this was pressed by the heavy Wu, otherwise Yun Ting usually walked would not be like this.

"It is estimated that after cutting 100,000 pieces of wood, my arm strength must be extremely strong." Yun Ting thought to himself, the man had already walked to the side of the wooden pile, bent down with difficulty, picked up the fast wood, and put it on the stake. In that section of the journey just now, just a short section, Yun Ting felt that his body could not bear it, the muscles and tendons of his arms were constantly trembling and agitating, and he was pressed by the weight, and the deep injuries that had not yet recovered in front of him began to attack again.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Ting knew that he couldn't stop, once he put down the heavy Wu in his hand, it would be very difficult to lift it again, this is a kind of inertia of the human body, only by challenging the limits of the human body, can the attributes and strength be quickly improved.

"Bang!" The heavy go in his hand smashed on the wood with a loud noise, and the ground was shaken, and even Yun Ting was frightened by the sound.

"The strength is not well controlled, come again." The clouds muttered, took another piece of wood and placed it on the stake, and then swung it down.

"Bang!" There was another loud bang, dust flew, and wooden blocks that had been split in half flew out to the left and right. Yun Ting was stunned, stunned, the stakes of the slab were broken in half, this strength, weight, I am afraid that if I cut it again, there will be a trace of cutting with a sword on the ground.

He really wondered if such a chop was chopping firewood or smashing the ground? Just now, it is obvious that the feet can feel the shaking of the ground, if it comes a few more, it will be almost the same as an earthquake, the vibration is endless, I am afraid that the yard will be smashed out of a deep ditch, right?

Thinking about it this way, Yun Ting decided to rest, take a good rest, adjust it, if you can make this heavy Wu as if you use your own arms, then it can be said that the realm of lifting weights is reached, and this realm can already fight against third-rate generals, and fight with second-rate generals without dying!

"Ah, the sea, you are all water. Ah, I have a house facing the sea, and spring flowers are blooming. Ah, I have a village, not big or small, that can kill princes. Ahh......h Boring like him, he has already stabbed out more than 100 swords just now, and the speed of that sword is not even comparable to that of some second-rate generals, but he uses a wooden sword, and he can't do much damage without stabbing the vital point. This is the task that Wang Yue handed over to the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, the way of the sword, only fast and not broken, first practice quickly, and then practice its edge, which is beneficial.

"What! Someone has already built a village? Yun Ting asked the princes of the Beacon Opera, he hadn't heard the system announcement about this matter, generally the first-person village building system will send world announcements, and will also give rewards, could it be that he was sleeping at that time?

"yes, you don't even know that? Now those player villages are blooming everywhere.,Originally, I wanted to be the first pioneer to build a village.,But for the happiness of the master's middle-aged.,In order not to make him lonely.,I gave up the village and took the teacher.。 The tone of the princes of the Beacon Opera is very deep, and the voice is magnetic, with the long-term thinking of heaven and earth, and the posture of being alone and crying, that look, that voice, is very moving.

However, Yun Ting, who had been with the princes of the Beacon Opera for a long time in his previous life, knew that this guy was very boring and boring now, so he began to talk about the truth of life.

In order not to listen to those words that were not nutritious and emotional, Yun Ting picked up the heavy sword on the ground again, and began to chop wood again.

"Bang, bang, bang......", there was another sound like an earthquake in the courtyard, and the ground kept shaking. However, everyone in this mansion is really strong, and the Dream God Machine is still concentrating on carving the wooden figure in his hand, and the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera rested for a while, and then picked up the wooden sword that was similar to a child's toy and practiced, not to mention Wang Yue and those senior brothers, all of whom were deaf to what was going on outside the window.

The surrounding birds avoided this place far away when they flew, and refused to even get closer, because this is really not a suitable place to stay and nest. If this courtyard is not in a remote place, the sound of thunder and earthquakes, I don't know how many innocent and pure people will be frightened, how many curious and fearless little players will be attracted, and the mysterious rumors of one or three kingdoms will be achieved.