Chapter 160 Iron Bamboo

The two turned around and left dejectedly.

Hong Ye watched her farewell and sighed quietly: "It's a good thing that the owner of the restaurant went there in person, otherwise something big would have happened."

Fang Zhixing responded: "Ma Qiao and I have some strength, but they are embarrassed to use, and they are very dishonest."

Hearing this, Hongye nodded quickly and said, "If the owner wants to drive them away, I will give a detailed explanation to the eldest young master and the eldest lady."

At this time, she was completely on Fang Zhixing's side. Before, she was still trying to persuade Fang Zhixing to be patient.

After all, those two were sent here by the eldest young master and the eldest lady. Even if they are very annoying, they still have to hold their noses and endure it.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, these two idiots are self-righteous, and maybe they have some use value."

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 100 iron bamboos that Fang Zhixing had ordered for thirty years and three for one hundred years.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look and found that the 30-year-old iron bamboo was only as thick as an arm, and the 100-year-old iron bamboo was only as thick as a thigh.

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

When~

Awesome!

Fang Zhixing was shocked and the fruit knife was sharpened.

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

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

When~

The powerful and heavy sword struck the iron bamboo and cut into the iron bamboo approximately...

One millimeter!

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

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

The knife went down and only scratched a little bit of skin.

"Hard! So damn hard!"

Fang Zhixing sheathed the sword, held the Tingfeng knife, and slashed at the thirty-year-old iron bamboo.

Uh-huh!

The power of the heavy knife was unparalleled. This knife cut out a depth of two millimeters.

"Well, with my physical ability, I can only cut down three thirty-year-old iron bamboos in one day using the Tingfeng Sword."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a while, then looked at the century-old iron bamboo and weighed it.

In the end he chose century-old iron bamboo.

Because he felt that cutting down a century-old iron bamboo would undoubtedly be more difficult!

According to past experience, the more he overfulfills his tasks, the greater the improvement he will receive.

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

Fang Zhixing made up his mind, no longer hesitated, and began to chop bamboo persistently every day.

After the incident of intercepting and killing the prison van, Yixiangzhai seemed to have been forgotten, and no more homing pigeons came.

Only then did Zhixing naturally feel happy like this.

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

The two of them hooked up and went to various brothels every day, having fun.

One month and five days passed in a flash.

when!

Fang Zhixing slashed it with his sword, and the thigh-thick iron bamboo finally broke completely from the middle and split into two.

"Oh, I broke you..."

Fang Zhixing was sweating profusely, panting like an ox, and indescribable joy appeared on his face.

"Is it broken?"

The thin dog came forward and tilted his head curiously.

In the past month, Xiao Gou has been eating level 3 high-quality meat pills every day and has grown rapidly. His body size has grown again.

After finishing the third-level high-quality meat pill, Luo Keji sent someone to deliver next month's dosage.

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

The thin dog picked up the century-old iron bamboo with his feet and clucked his tongue: "You have been struggling with this bamboo for more than a month, and you are almost exhausted."

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes and responded: "Would you like to use a century-old iron bamboo to grind your teeth? The system only asked me to 'harvest' it, but it didn't say that I had to harvest a complete iron bamboo. I can take advantage of any loopholes."

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

Just kidding, no matter how sharp his fangs are, they can't crush a century-old iron bamboo.

Before leaving, Xigou reminded: "Look at your Tingfeng Sword. It has been chopped to pieces. There are gaps."

Fang Zhixing looked down and felt a headache.

The Tingfeng knife is so hard, but it is still no match for the century-old iron bamboo.

The hardness of this thing is simply incredible.

Fortunately, Fang Zhixing was a blacksmith himself and was proficient in knife sharpening techniques.

He spent several days sharpening the Tingfeng knife until it shone with cold light and regained its sharpness.

Then, he went on to chop 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 strengthened his strength, had abundant physical stamina, and had amazing endurance, Iron Man couldn't bear it after working so hard for two consecutive months.

What's even worse is that the Tingfeng Knife has cracked again and needs to be sharpened again.

Fang Zhixing could only grit his teeth and persist.

This morning, a young man suddenly came to Yixiangzhai, claiming to be sent by Fengyin Pavilion.

The young man informed Fang Zhixing that the swordsman he was looking for was missing.

Fang Zhixing felt happy and immediately went to Tianbao Street and entered Fengyin Pavilion.

"Oh, sir, you are here."

It was the old man with the white beard who received Fang Zhixing. He smiled and said: "There are not many people who practice the Iron Bamboo Divine Sword Technique, and there are even fewer people who can practice it to the Five Birds Realm. It took us at Fengyin Pavilion nearly two and a half months. After asking around a lot, I finally found one.”

Fang Zhixing paid the balance without saying a word, and then asked, "Where is he?"

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 people in the world call him Tie Zhu Lao Xing. He is currently retired and playing with his grandson at home. Ask about Jianghu."

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 residential houses in this alley are very good, and the housing prices are the most expensive among the four outer cities.

Fang Zhixing first shrank his bones to change his appearance, and then rode a horse to a tall house and knocked on the door.

Soon, a shirtless young man opened the door. At first glance, he realized that he was not good-looking. He had a knife on his waist, and he immediately said warily: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Fang Zhixing cupped his hands and said, "I'm Zhang Changji. I'm here to pay my respects to Senior Xing."

"Are you here to see my father?"

The young man became increasingly vigilant, narrowed his eyes and said, "If you come to challenge my father, please go back home immediately. My father is no longer a member of the world."

Fang Zhixing said continuously: "Brother, you misunderstood. I'm not here to challenge. I'm here to ask Senior Xing for guidance."

The young and strong man was doubtful and turned around to tell Xing Laixuan.

After a while, the door opened.

Fang Zhixing was invited into the living room and saw an old man with a gray beard.

This old man looked to be in his seventies, with not too many wrinkles on his face. His eyes were bright and he seemed to be well-maintained.

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

Fang Zhixing said continuously: "Senior Xing, I am practicing the "Iron Bamboo Divine Sword Technique" and I am here to ask you to clarify my doubts."

Xing Laixuan was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "You should know that the Dharma should not be taught lightly. You and I have no master-disciple status, and I will not teach you."

Fang Zhixing said continuously: "Okay, then I don't ask Senior Xing to answer your questions. I just ask you to practice this sword technique completely in front of me. I am willing to pay you 50,000 yuan as reward."

After saying this, Fang Zhixing boldly took out a golden ticket and placed it directly on the table.

When Xing Laixuan saw this, he was suddenly moved.

If you don't make this money, you won't make it in vain.

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

Thinking of this, Xing Laixuan sighed in embarrassment: "Seeing that you are so sincere, I will sacrifice two years of my life to practice it again and show you."

Xing Laixuan walked to the yard, raised a machete, took a deep breath, and started practicing by himself.

"Strictly speaking, this Iron Bamboo Sword Technique is a spiritual ape sword technique. It is inspired by the indomitable Iron Bamboo. It focuses on accumulating and releasing power. The longer the accumulating time, the more powerful the sword will be!"

Xing Laixuan was practicing and explaining, and suddenly he took off his shirt, revealing his slightly flabby muscles.

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

After a while, Xing Laixuan seemed to have regained his youth. The muscles all over his body swelled and propped up the sagging skin, making him look thirty years younger.

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

"receive!"

After a stick of incense, Xing Laixuan slowly finished his work, 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 Wuqinjing Swordsman practice the Iron Bamboo Sword Technique once (completed)]

He couldn't help but smile happily: "This junior is greatly shocked and has benefited a lot."

This fifty thousand dollars is well spent!

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

Condition 3 is also easy to complete.

"Well, there is only one hundred-year-old iron bamboo left."

Fang Zhixing felt extremely happy instantly, returned to Yixiangzhai and rested for two days.

Then he sharpened the knife and continued to chop bamboo.

Another ten days passed in a flash.

There were no homing pigeons for more than two months, so Yixiangzhai was very relaxed.

"let me go!"

That afternoon, Fang Zhixing suddenly heard the cry of red leaves.

"Wangwang~"

The thin dog also started barking.

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

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhixing's face instantly darkened. He stood up suddenly and ran over immediately.

But after taking two steps, he turned back and picked up the bamboo knife.

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

Outside the west wing, Qiao Quanlin was holding a wine bottle in one hand and dishonestly reaching for Hongye with the other hand.

He was drunk and his face was red.

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

Suddenly, a figure quickly passed by Ma Zhengming, like a hurricane, causing his clothes to fly and his hair to flutter.

"So fast!"

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

Phew~

The sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded!

Qiao Quanlin 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 muscular lines all over his body, which should be strong in Shanxi, undulated like waves.

"Jingtao Sword Technique" is a black turtle type of martial arts. It has quite good defensive power and also has the offensive power of sword technique.

Any attack on him would be like hitting a raging wave, the damage would be swept away by the waves and become nothing.

The next moment, Qiao Quanlin's right shoulder suddenly sank, bending his right leg. With a bang, he knelt on the ground, and his knees smashed a hole in the ground.

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

His raging waves seemed to be just waves in a bowl, which could not resist the stirring of an iron chopstick.

Qiao Quanlin tilted his head to look, and then he saw clearly that the weapon attacking him was just a bamboo sword.

He looked back again.

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

"Master, you..."

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

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

Qiao Quanlin's scalp was numb instantly, and he rolled forward on the spot.

But Fang Zhixing was too quick, and the bamboo sword chopped Qiao Quanlin's back.

Bang~

"Ah!"

Qiao Quanlin screamed miserably, his whole body shook violently, and the clothes on his back tore apart, and most of his back was torn apart and bloody.

The sharp pain was beyond words.

If he was not a black tortoise, with thick skin and flesh, Fang Zhixing's two blows would have killed him.

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

He panted violently, like an old cow, and his whole body was in pain and extremely uncomfortable.

Fang Zhixing walked through the archway step by step with the bamboo sword.

"Master, what do you mean?"

Qiao Quanlin was shocked and angry, sweating coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You won't turn against Qiao for a mere 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 stagnant, his face changed for a while, and after hesitating for a moment, he dropped his sword, knelt on the ground, forehead touching the ground, and kowtowed solemnly: "Qiao was drunk and made trouble, offending Miss Hongye, please punish me."

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

Ma Zhengming was already scared silly, he never thought that Qiao Quanlin, who had 80,000 pounds of strength 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 is up to the master."

"Yes, you are right."

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

Ma Zhengming: "???"

Qiao Quanlin raised his head suddenly and quickly drew his sword out of its sheath.

In his sight, a shadow quickly enlarged, as fast as thunder.

Fang Zhixing twisted his arm, and the python power was superimposed on the bamboo sword, and he chopped it down suddenly.

Bang!

The bamboo sword chopped on Qiao Quanlin's head and smashed his head.

When he was dying, he kept drawing the sword out of the sheath.

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

Gulu~

Ma Zhengming swallowed wildly and shuddered.