Zhang Feng took aim at the iron sword, did a 360-degree flip and picked it up with one hand. With the sword in his hand, he seemed to have transformed into a different person, no longer having the hesitant expression from before, no longer having any worried thoughts, only filled with self-confidence and arrogance. His expression was as if saying: "Hey, you shorty over there, come on! If you've got what it takes, use that broken iron rod of yours to hit me!"

  Just as Zhang Feng rushed towards Tie Jian, Wu Qiu also exerted himself and charged to the position where Zhang Feng was just now. The two of them perfectly crossed paths. While he was still in shock at how Zhang Feng seemed to have known beforehand, he saw Zhang Feng pick up the iron sword, kneel on one knee with a smile on his face looking at him, and even slightly contemptuously nodded at him.

  I'm fed up with this, thinking of Wu Xiong's notorious reputation, the last person who made a move on him is now buried under grass as tall as his grave, how can Zhang Feng be so presumptuous.

  Wu Sou's face turned red with rage as he let out a loud roar and charged forward, like a tiger pouncing on a deer or an eagle swooping down on a rabbit. His momentum was unstoppable, and it seemed that whoever dared to block his way would be killed instantly. He no longer held back, and the 16th Road Pestle Technique was unleashed straight at Zhang Feng.

  "Clang!" The iron sword and iron pestle collided, the two people almost face to face, staring at each other. Zhang Feng's expression was calm with a hint of mockery, while Wu Qiu's face was twisted in anger, his eyes bloodshot, his mouth agape as if he wanted to devour Zhang Feng whole.

  "Dang, dang, dang!" Wu Qiu turned around and retreated, launching a counterattack. In an instant, he had already unleashed three hidden hammer techniques. If it were anyone else who received these three hammers, they would have been seriously injured or crippled by now. However, he happened to be facing Zhang Feng, whose iron sword was waiting for him at every spot where the hammers landed. Moreover, Wu Qiu vaguely felt that his own attacking direction and technique seemed to be subtly altered by the iron sword.

  He has never demonstrated the 16th to 18th moves in front of people before, and today is the first time he uses them against an enemy. These three hammering techniques are based on sinister and vicious intentions, specifically targeting the lower three roads of the opponent's body. With Wu Xie's physical advantage, it's simply a tailor-made, excellent dark technique.

  It was with these three sticks that he stood out from the crowd of believers and won the job of preparing silver money in the Zhizhou government office.

  Even the onlookers subconsciously covered their groins, wondering if they could withstand Wu Sou's three moves in such a situation. Even Old Chen shuddered violently, and if he had been in Zhang Feng's position eighteen years ago, perhaps there wouldn't be a Little Chen today...

  "Huff! Huff! ...... " Wu Qiu, having used up his three moves, retreated from Zhang Feng at this moment. Although these three moves were ruthless, they also consumed a lot of physical strength, but now that didn't matter. What mattered was that Zhang Feng had easily parried the three moves and seemed to have not exerted himself at all. Wu Qiu couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, thinking that this deal might be difficult to pull off today...

  But Zhang Feng was not as calm as he seemed on the surface, at this moment his heart was laughing wildly. When he saw Tie Jian, he thought that he could block Wu Souyi's sword with his unbeatable swordsmanship, but now it seems that he had greatly underestimated this set of sword moves. In the past, when his master beat him up, he didn't feel anything, but after taking three moves from Wu Souyi, he now felt that the short and fat old man in front of him was not worth mentioning.

  "Master, master! It turns out that those years I was caned with bamboo sticks weren't in vain. Who would have thought that now it could save my life? It seems that my Master Qingxu wasn't so petty after all. I had thought that back then it was purely to take revenge on me, almost wasting the painstaking effort."

  "I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spat in your tea, poked a hole in your Taoist shoes, or put insects in your precious Taiji Purple Robe... For these hundred or so mistakes, I promise that when I return to the mountain gate next time, I won't do them again. Master, you must forgive me!" Zhang Feng coldly confronted Wu Qiu while thinking of an apology to his master Qingxu Zi.

  At this time, Qingxu Zi was sitting in front of a stone wall at Nan Yan of Wudang Mountain, undergoing a three-year face-the-wall punishment. Looking at the Taoist characters carved on the stone wall in front of him, he seemed to see the vast expanse of his future disciples' adventures.

  "Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!……" Qingxu Zi let out a string of sneezes, one after another. The little Taoist sweeping the floor behind him thought his master's uncle had caught a cold and hastily dropped his broom to go find his own master.

  "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!" Qingxuzi said, rubbing his nose involuntarily, thinking to himself what was wrong with him, wondering if someone was muttering about him. But it wasn't that serious, was it...

  "Come on! Weren't you fierce just now?! Why are you being a coward now!" Zhang Feng held his sword in one hand, the tip pointing directly at Wu Qiu as he loudly taunted him. It turned out that Wu Qiu had just launched another probing attack, but this time he didn't use the "Three Dark Profound Styles" from earlier. Instead, he used the first 15 moves to exchange blows with Zhang Feng in a big and powerful way.

  The result was naturally "Dang Dang Dang......" perfectly defended by Zhang Feng without any surprise.

  The iron rod that was continuously blocked made Wu Su gradually react, the sword moves of the young man in front of him were indeed unusual, no matter how he fought, it seemed that every time he was just right in the middle of his sword swing, every time, never falling empty.

  Moreover, the trajectory of his sword was not like those he had encountered before - no ethereal elegance, no elusive mystery, no cunning cleverness, and no unstoppable momentum. Instead, Zhang Feng's sword moves gave Wu Xiu a feeling that his opponent was drawing circles around him.

  It suddenly dawned on Wu that, Ah! It's a circle! No wonder his sword seemed to be everywhere at once. In the midst of his swordplay, there was always a circle, and no matter which direction he attacked from, he would always be within the circle, never escaping, how could he win?

  Wu Qiu's face involuntarily revealed a bitter expression as he thought of this, and even if he understood it, he couldn't break through Zhang Feng's seemingly unsolvable circle. Suddenly, a phrase that the master had said when teaching him martial arts flashed into his mind, at which time he was also lying down with an expression of helplessness on his face.

  "Little Wu, the twenty-one road pounding method I taught you is already one of the top-notch techniques in the current green forest, but you must remember that from now on, when you encounter someone wearing a Taoist robe with a long sword on his back and a yin-yang fish mark on the sword, you must avoid him at all costs. Never be an enemy with him, because no matter what, you can't beat him." As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a scar on his right forearm that looked like a centipede.

  "This is the outcome, if it weren't for that person's mercy back then, merely using the sword tip to graze my right arm and rendering me unable to fight again. Otherwise, do you think I would still be just a hall master after all these years? It's because this arm of mine can no longer move as nimbly as before, and also, fear has taken root in my heart. When a martial artist's heart is filled with fear, if they can overcome it, their skills will surely soar to new heights, but if they can't, like me today, I can only be your instructor."

  Wu Xiu thought at the time that the hall master was being overly cautious, thinking that there was no sword technique that couldn't be defeated, only a lack of strength in oneself. But now he didn't think so, it turned out that what the hall master said back then was all true, and indeed there were some sword techniques that could never be won against.

  "But! But! Master! You told me to be careful of the Taoist, now this young man in front of us, what makes him look like a Taoist? Even his sword was picked up by him from the ground after I dropped it. Master, are you trying to trick me?" Wu Sou's face twisted in frustration, he just wanted to raise his head and ask the heavens, why is this happening to me...

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