Chapter 160 Tiezhu

The two turned away in disgrace.

Hongye watched them go and sighed faintly, "Fortunately the master went there in person, otherwise something terrible would have happened."

Fang Zhixing replied: "Ma Qiao and the other two are somewhat capable, but they are not up to the task, and they are very dishonest."

Upon hearing this, Hongye nodded quickly and said, "If the master wants to drive them away, I will explain in detail to the eldest master and the eldest lady."

At this moment, she had completely stood on Fang Zhixing's side. Before, she had been advising Fang Zhixing to be more patient.

After all, those two were sent by the Eldest Son and the Eldest Mistress. Even if they were annoying, we had to hold our noses and endure them.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No hurry, these two idiots are so self-righteous, maybe they can still be used for something."

Hongye understood and said no more.

In the blink of an eye, it was two days later.

Tianbao Chamber of Commerce sent someone to deliver the 100 30-year-old iron bamboos and 3 100-year-old iron bamboos that Fang Zhixing had ordered.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look and found that the thirty-year-old iron bamboo was only as thick as an arm, and the hundred-year-old iron bamboo was only as thick as a thigh.

He picked up a fruit knife and chopped hard on the thirty-year-old iron bamboo.

Dang! It was unbelievable! Fang Zhixing's palm was shaken, and the blade of the fruit knife was bent directly.

However, the thirty-year-old iron bamboo only had a few white marks.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, drew out the second-level sword from his waist, and swung it out again.

When the powerful sword chopped the iron bamboo, it cut into the...

One millimeter!

Fang Zhixing was surprised and choked up, "This is too hard."

He quickly tried to chop the hundred-year-old iron bamboo again.

The knife only scratched the skin a little.

"Hard! Really fucking hard!"

Fang Zhixing sheathed his sword, grasped the Tingfeng Sword, and chopped fiercely at the thirty-year-old iron bamboo.

Swish! The heavy sword was so powerful that it cut a depth of two millimeters.

"Well, with my physical strength, I can only cut down three thirty-year-old iron bamboos a day using the Wind Listening Knife."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment, looked at the hundred-year-old iron bamboo again, and weighed the pros and cons.

In the end he chose the century-old iron bamboo.

Because he felt that cutting down the hundred-year-old iron bamboo would undoubtedly be more difficult!

And according to past experience, the more he exceeds the task requirements, the greater the promotion he will receive.

"Come on, I hope I can cut down a hundred-year-old iron bamboo within a month."

Fang Zhixing made up his mind and started to cut bamboo every day without hesitation.

After the prison van interception incident, Yixiangzhai seemed to have been forgotten, and no carrier pigeons flew there anymore.

Only then will you know that you will naturally be happy to do so.

After several days of silence, Ma Qiao and the other two found that they had actually "completed" the task, and they couldn't help but smile.

The two of them were arm in arm, going in and out of various brothels every day and having fun.

In a flash, one month and five days had passed.

Dang! Fang Zhixing chopped it down with his sword, and the iron bamboo, which was as thick as a thigh, finally broke completely in the middle, splitting into two.

"Oh my god, I broke you..."

Fang Zhixing was sweating profusely, panting like an cow, with an indescribable joy on his face.

"Broken?"

The thin dog came forward and tilted its head curiously.

During the past month, the thin dog ate three-grade high-quality meat pills every day and grew very fast. His body size has increased.

After finishing the third-grade top-quality meat pills, Luo Keji sent someone to deliver the supply for next month.

This is very punctual, no wages are owed, and it is impeccable.

The thin dog raised his foot and pried at the hundred-year-old iron bamboo, smacking his lips and saying, "You've been tossing and turning on a bamboo for more than a month. You must be exhausted like a dog."

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes and responded, "Why don't you try to use a hundred-year-old iron bamboo to sharpen your teeth? The system only requires me to 'cut', but it doesn't say that I must cut down a complete iron bamboo. There are loopholes that can be exploited."

The little dog turned around and left without saying a word.

Are you kidding? No matter how sharp his fangs are, they can’t knock down a hundred-year-old iron bamboo.

Before leaving, Xigou reminded him, "Look at your Tingfeng Knife. It's broken and has a gap."

Fang Zhixing looked down and couldn't help feeling a headache.

Even though the Tingfeng Blade is so hard, it is still no match for the hundred-year-old iron bamboo.

The hardness of this thing is simply incredible.

Fortunately, Fang Zhixing himself is a blacksmith and has mastered the knife sharpening technique.

He spent several days sharpening the Tingfeng Sword until it gleamed with a cold light and regained its sharpness.

Then he went on to cut down the second century-old iron bamboo.

Soon, another month passed.

The second century-old iron bamboo was finally cut down.

Fang Zhixing was really exhausted.

Even though he had enhanced his strength, had abundant physical energy and amazing endurance, even an iron man could not withstand working so hard for two consecutive months.

What’s even worse is that the Tingfeng Sword had a crack again and had to be sharpened again.

Fang Zhixing could only grit his teeth and persevere.

That morning, a young man suddenly came to Yixiangzhai and claimed to be sent by Fengyin Pavilion.

The young man informed Fang Zhixing that the swordsman he was looking for had been found.

Fang Zhixing was delighted and immediately went to Tianbao Street and entered Fengyin Pavilion.

"Hey, sir, you are here."

It was the old man with white beard who received Fang Zhixing. He smiled and said, "There are not many people who practice the Iron Bamboo Divine Sword Art, and even fewer who can practice to the Five Animals Realm. We at Fengyin Pavilion have spent nearly two and a half months, and after asking around, we have finally found one."

Fang Zhixing paid the balance first without hesitation, and then asked, "Where is the person?"

The old man happily accepted the money and said with a satisfied smile, "What a coincidence, that man actually lives in the outer city. His name is Xing Laixuan, and he is known as Iron Bamboo Old Xing in the martial arts world. He is currently in retirement, playing with his grandson at home, and not asking about martial arts."

Fang Zhixing got the address and immediately rode to the outer city.

There is a deep Wutong Alley in the north of the city. The houses in this alley are very good and the housing prices are the most expensive among the four outer cities.

Fang Zhixing first performed the art of shrinking his body to disguise himself, then rode to a wealthy family and knocked on the door.

Soon, a shirtless young man opened the door. Seeing Fang Zhixing's plain appearance and a knife on his waist, he immediately asked with caution: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Fang Zhixing bowed and said, "I am Zhang Changji, and I have come to pay my respects to Senior Xing."

"Are you here to see my father?"

The young man became more alert, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "If you come here to challenge my father, please go home immediately. My father is no longer a man of the underworld."

Fang Zhixing said, "Brother, you misunderstood. I am not here to challenge you. I am here to ask Senior Xing for advice."

The young man was skeptical and turned to tell Xing Laixuan.

Soon, the door opened.

Fang Zhixing was invited into the living room, where he saw an old man with a white beard.

The old man seemed to be over seventy years old. He didn't have many wrinkles on his face and his eyes were bright. He seemed to be in very good condition.

Xing Laixuan looked at Fang Zhixing, twirling his beard and asked, "Little brother, what do you want to see me for?"

Fang Zhixing said, "Old Senior Xing, I am practicing the Iron Bamboo Divine Sword Technique, and I came here to ask you to help me solve my doubts."

Xing Laixuan was silent for a moment, then laughed and said, "You should know that the Dharma cannot be passed on lightly. We are not a master and disciple, so I will not teach you."

Fang Zhixing said, "Okay, then I don't ask Senior Xing to solve my doubts, I just ask you to practice this sword technique in front of me, and I am willing to pay you 50,000 yuan as a reward."

After saying this, Fang Zhixing generously took out a gold note and placed it directly on the table.

When Xing Laixuan saw this, he was immediately tempted.

It would be a waste if you don't make this money.

Besides, he now practices sword skills every day to stretch his muscles.

Thinking of this, Xing Laixuan sighed with embarrassment, "Since you are so sincere, I will sacrifice two years of my life to practice it for you."

Xing Laixuan walked into the yard, picked up a machete, took a deep breath, and started practicing on his own.

"Strictly speaking, this Iron Bamboo Sword Technique is a Spirit Ape Sword Technique. It is inspired by the tenacious iron bamboo. It focuses on charging and releasing power. The longer the charging time, the stronger the sword power!"

Xing Laixuan was practicing and explaining at the same time, when suddenly he took off his shirt, revealing his slightly loose muscles.

But as he practiced, his muscles twisted and tightened like iron bamboo.

After a while, Xing Laixuan seemed to have regained his youth. His muscles expanded, propping up his loose skin, making him look thirty years younger.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Fang Zhixing observed carefully and found that the muscles on Xing Laixuan's body moved in a very magical way, just like a bamboo being bent by pressure, continuously storing the pressure and waiting to burst out, forming a momentum of accumulation and release! "Collect!"

After an incense stick of time, Xing Laixuan slowly finished his practice, sweating profusely.

He turned to look at Fang Zhixing and asked with a smile: "Young man, how much have you learned?"

Fang Zhixing lowered his head slightly.

[2. Watch the Five Animal Realm swordsman practice the Iron Bamboo Sword Technique once (completed)]

He couldn't help but smile happily and said, "This junior was greatly shocked and benefited a lot."

This fifty thousand dollars is totally worth it!

In this way, conditions 2 and 4 have been successfully completed.

Condition 3 is also easy to accomplish.

"Well, we only have one hundred-year-old iron bamboo left."

Fang Zhixing was instantly filled with joy. He returned to Yixiangzhai and rested for two days.

Then he sharpened his knife and went on to chop bamboo.

In a flash, another ten days passed.

There were no carrier pigeons for more than two months, and Yixiangzhai became very quiet.

"Let me go!"

That afternoon, Fang Zhixing suddenly heard Hongye's call.

"Wangwang~"

The thin dog also started barking.

Fang Zhixing listened attentively, and heard Xigou shouting, "Fang Zhixing, come quickly, Qiao Quanlin is teasing Hongye."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhixing's face instantly turned gloomy. He stood up abruptly and ran over immediately.

But after taking two steps, he turned back and grabbed the bamboo sword.

"Hongye, you are just a lowly servant. Serving the master is serving, but serving me is not serving?"

Outside the west wing, Qiao Quanlin held a wine jug in one hand and reached out to Hongye with the other hand in a dishonest manner.

He was drunk and his face was red.

Ma Zhengming stood not far away, watching Qiao Quanlin teasing Hongye, and was also ready to make a move.

Suddenly, a figure quickly passed by Ma Zhengming, like a hurricane, blowing his clothes and hair into chaos.

“So fast!”

Ma Zhengming's whole body tensed up and he was shocked.

Whoosh~ The sound of breaking through the air suddenly became louder!

Qiao Quanlin only felt a strong wind blowing from behind, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment he instinctively mobilized all the muscles in his body.

In an instant, the strong muscles all over his body undulated like waves.

"Jingtao Sword Technique" is a Black Turtle-type martial art. It has a very good defensive ability, while also having the offensive power of swordsmanship.

Any attack hitting him would be like hitting a raging wave. The damage would be swept away by the waves and disappear into nothing.

The next moment, Qiao Quanlin's right shoulder sank suddenly, causing his right leg to bend. With a bang, he knelt on the ground, and his knee made a hole in the ground.

Qiao Quanlin's breathing stagnated, and the muscles all over his body were continuously impacted by a huge force, and he felt like they were about to fall apart.

His turbulent waves seemed to be just ripples in a bowl, completely unable to withstand the stirring of an iron chopstick.

Qiao Quanlin tilted his head and saw clearly that the weapon that attacked him was just a bamboo sword.

He looked back again.

Fang Zhixing appeared behind him, holding a bamboo sword, with a cold expression on his face.

"Master, you..."

Just as Qiao Quanlin was about to speak, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Fang Zhixing raised the bamboo sword again without saying anything and chopped it down.

Qiao Quanlin's scalp suddenly felt numb and he rolled forward on the spot.

But Fang Zhixing acted too quickly, and the bamboo sword hit Qiao Quanlin's back hard.

Bang~ “Ah!”

Qiao Quanlin let out a shrill scream, his whole body shook violently, the clothes on his back tore apart, and most of his back was torn into pieces, turning into a bloody mess.

The sharp pain was beyond words.

If he was not of the Black Turtle type, with thick skin and tough flesh, these two blows from Fang Zhixing would have been enough to take his life.

Qiao Quanlin got up, jumped through the archway and landed in the yard.

He was breathing heavily, like an old bull, and his whole body was in excruciating pain and extreme discomfort.

Fang Zhixing held a bamboo sword and walked through the arched door step by step.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Qiao Quanlin was shocked and angry, sweating coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You won't turn against Qiao just for a little slave, right?"

Fang Zhixing raised his bamboo sword and said expressionlessly, "Draw your sword. I have nothing to say to you."

Qiao Quanlin couldn't help but breathe stagnantly, his face changed for a while, and after hesitating for a moment, he dropped his sword, fell to his knees, put his forehead to the ground, and kowtowed solemnly, "Qiao was drunk and made trouble, and offended Miss Hongye. Please punish me."

Fang Zhixing sneered and suddenly asked, "Ma Zhengming, what do you say?"

Ma Zhengming was already frightened silly, he never thought that Qiao Quanlin, who possessed a strength of 80,000 jin and was good at defense, could not withstand Fang Zhixing's two bamboo sword attacks.

This gap is too big! He lowered his head quickly and said in panic: "Everything depends on the master."

"Yes, you are right."

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "Qiao Quanlin is guilty of insubordination and should be killed!"

Ma Zhengming: “???”

Qiao Quanlin suddenly raised his head and quickly drew his sword.

In his sight, there was an afterimage that quickly enlarged, as fast as thunder.

Fang Zhixing twisted his arms, and the python's power was superimposed layer by layer, adding to the bamboo sword, and he chopped down suddenly.

Bang! The bamboo sword hit Qiao Quanlin's head, smashing it.

As he was dying, he kept drawing his sword.

Hongye took a breath of cold air and looked at Fang Zhixing with a dull expression.

Gurgle~ Ma Zhengming swallowed his saliva wildly and shuddered.

(End of this chapter)