Inside the Agarwood Temple.

At this time, a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters and whose muscles were like gray rocks was wearing an open-chested short coat and saluting Zhang Rongfang with clasped fists.

"Hua Chengying of the Iron Clothing Hall, I have met Master Shoujiao."

"The master of the hall is very polite. I love the culture of hard kung fu. I have been in the Taoist palace and hope to learn the real hard kung fu martial arts.

Now I can finally find a truly talented and knowledgeable person, I’m so lucky!”

On the other hand, Zhang Rong looked gentle and returned the courtesy with cupped fists.

"There is no discipline here, you just need to treat me as an ordinary apprentice."

Hua Chengying is the person with the highest attainments in hard skills around Ci Tong.

He is wearing an Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu and has practiced it to the extreme. In the Ci Tong martial arts world, he is known as the Iron Shirt Man.

Although he is only at level seven, he can be regarded as a genuine master of hard skills.

"You're welcome, sir. You already have a foundation in kung fu. If you practice hard kung fu like this, your efficiency will be much faster."

"Oh? Why did you say that?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Adults don't know something. If a high-level master breaks the limit of a sub-level, it will also make the skin and muscles of the whole body stronger.

This in itself means that they are better than ordinary people. When these people start practicing hard kung fu, they are naturally equivalent to the lowest level of hard kung fu, where the foundation has been laid.

For example, I have a good friend who is in the sixth grade and came to me to repair my iron cloth shirt.

As soon as he got started, his body hardness was almost the same as that of the second-level disciples in our gym.

So he went through the first layer of iron shirts hastily and then went directly to the second layer." Hua Chengying explained.

"That's it." Zhang Rongfang understood clearly. "If I do it concurrently, I don't know what level it would be at. Please ask the gym owner to test it."

Hua Chengying responded and came closer to carefully check Zhang Rongfang's status.

From time to time, let him stretch out his arms and tap the muscles.

"It should be at the second level of strength. Your Majesty, it's really... it's indeed a top grade one!" He exclaimed in admiration.

Before he came, he already knew that the person in front of him was a super master of the Taoist Sect.

So I wasn't too surprised.

Although the super grade is very strong, he had come into contact with it several times in Citong.

Probably some impression.

And this time he can establish a relationship with Chaopin, which is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

"Is it equivalent to the second layer of iron cloth shirt?" Zhang Rongfang nodded.

"Exactly, my Iron Cloth Shirt Skill in the Iron Clothes Hall has a total of six levels, upper and lower. Once completed, you can reach the sixth level of hard skills.

By that time, except for the key points of the cover, the rest of the parts will be able to withstand multiple full-force blows from experts of the same level without being injured."

Hua Chengying introduced, with a hint of pride on her face.

"Furthermore, as long as you are not a master of the same level and you hit the same part with all your strength five or more times in a row, your body will hardly be hurt. After ten breaths, you can receive the second round of hits."

"Amazing! In other words, as long as you move quickly and keep changing parts, experts at the same level can hardly beat you?" Zhang Rongfang praised.

"That's right." Hua Chengying nodded.

"It's amazing. Next, please give me some advice from the owner." Zhang Rongfang clapped his hands.

A Taoist on the side took the initiative to bring the art gold. There were twenty large ingots in a disk, each weighing ten taels.

Once you take action, it will be two hundred taels!

Hua Chengying looked certain. He valued this relationship more than money.

"Hua will definitely go all out!"

Chen Han on the side didn't understand why Zhang Rongfang suddenly started practicing hard kung fu again.

But Taozi was extremely talented and had his own reasons for everything he did, so he was not easy to persuade.

I just secretly wrote down the situation here, sent a message back to Tianbao Palace in Dadu.

The head teacher will make his own arrangements when the time comes.

At this time, Hua Chengying and Zhang Rongfang were in the martial arts training ground behind the Taoist temple, teaching and learning one by one, washing and exercising their parts with medicinal baths from time to time.

Sure enough, as Hua Chengying said, Zhang Rongfang's physical strength is very high, and his training progress is very fast.

There are only six levels of iron shirt in total, and the techniques are relatively rough. In Zhang Rongfang's case, in just two days, without using any attribute points, he easily met the promotion requirements for the first two levels and started practicing the third level directly.

At this moment, Sun Chaoyue and his father Sun Qinghong, whom he had met before, met.

The former governor of Tan Yang Palace was facing an extremely important choice in his life.

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Tong Mansion.

In a remote courtyard.

Sun Qinghong covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed.

A touch of bright red slowly dyed on the white handkerchief.

"Brother Sun, look at you, did you take the medicine on time? Why are your condition and injuries getting more and more serious now?" Tong Haocun sat across from the stone table in the courtyard and asked with a worried look on his face.

He and Sun Qinghong were close friends in the past, and now he takes full responsibility for taking in the Sun family and resists all criticism.

Speaking of which, for Sun Qinghong, he was indeed a great benefactor to the Sun family.

The Sun family owes him a great debt.

What made Sun Qinghong a little confused was that Tong Haocun had not been coming to this courtyard since half a year ago.

Why did I come here not long ago and again today?

"Brother Tong, just tell me if you have anything to do. Today, my Sun family can still be preserved, thanks to Brother Tong's help. I, Sun Qinghong, will keep this friendship in mind!"

"Brother Sun, alas..." Tong Haocun sighed. "You, you, you like to be alone when you have any worries. It was the same time when you were cheated before. If you had asked me earlier, how could you be like this?

"

He looked up at the other person's face and found that Sun Qinghong only had doubts on her face.

"Brother, I'm here to ask you for help this time."

"Help? Why did Brother Tong say this?" Sun Qinghong said in surprise, "I am now injured and injured, my wife is missing, my family's wealth is exhausted, and I only have a daughter and an old servant to depend on. How can I help you?"

"I don't know what I know. Not long ago, my Tong family fleet was at the port of Sims Kingdom. For some reason, it provoked the local governor. After that, we found the big ship owner Geersa to come forward to settle the matter.

We promised Gersa at that time, and after returning to China, we would return the favor and give him all the porcelain on board the Tongjiabaofeng.

Who would have thought..."

Tong Haocun sighed again.

"Who would have thought that after Nagelsa returned to China, he quickly changed his mind and wanted not only one ship of porcelain, but three!"

"This..." Sun Qinghong was also stunned.

“We were discussing countermeasures before, but we were unable to come up with anything.

This is three shipments of goods. Once it is really given, my Tong family will probably suffer a lot, and all the profits in the past two years will be wiped out. What should I do about this...?"

"Nagelsa is really a despicable person. Alas... Brother Tong, don't worry, as long as my Sun Qinghong's place is needed, just mention it.

It's just that with my current body, the Sun family wants money but no one, and no one wants people..." Sun Qinghong's voice slowly lowered.

His current injuries have already taken root due to the delay in the optimal treatment period.

A ninth-grade martial artist can only perform at the sixth or seventh-grade level.

In this way, it is still getting worse.

He didn't understand how he could be of help in a situation like this.

Tong Haocun looked emotional and reached out to pat Sun Qinghong on the shoulder.

"Brother, are you okay with me hiding it until now? Your daughter knows Zhang Ying and Zhang Shoujiao, why hasn't she mentioned it yet?

If I had known that your family had an old relationship with Zhang Shouxiang, wouldn’t your current identity problem have been easily solved?"

"Zhang Ying Zhang Shoujiao?" Sun Qinghong looked confused.

He had no impression of the name at all.

"Brother, you are not being honest. Are you still pretending to me at this time? A big shot at that level, a contemporary Taoist disciple of the Taoist Sect, whose master is Master Chongxuan, a top boss who can reach the heavens.

You know this kind of person and you still act like you don't know anything about it? Isn't it a bit..." Tong Haocun was slightly dissatisfied.

"Brother, I definitely don't know this. If I knew such a person, why would I need to ask you for help in the first place? I really don't know what's going on." Sun Qinghong looked confused.
To be continued...