"Fang Yi, are you okay?"

Seeing Fang Yi volunteering, Zhao Hongtao said a little worriedly: "This is not a wooden stake. You can split it with an axe. Don't just cut it off with one knife. Just cut it off with one knife and cut it off with two pieces..."

Since Fang Yi is talking about splitting, he must use great effort. If he can't find the right point, it will be too late for Zhao Hongtao to regret it.

"Brother Zhao, I have been chopping wood in the mountains since I was a child. I still have a clear head, so don't worry..."

Fang Yi patted his chest and said, "He was not bragging about what he said. From the time Fang Yi was picking up firewood in the woods when he was four or five years old, to the time he was seven or eight years old, he had never stopped cutting firewood with an axe when he was seven or eight years old.

"Really OK?" After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao suddenly remembered that this kid has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and he must have done a lot of chopping firewood. He should not be bragging.

"If you hurt your heart, can't I compensate you?"

Fang Yi said seriously: "My master has left many good items. If I waste this heartwood, will it not be possible for me to give you that agarwood bracelet?"

"Hmm? Are you serious?" Zhao Hongtao's eyes lit up. He had seen Fang Yi's agarwood bracelet. Compared with that thing, the heartwood in the yellow rosewood tree in front of him was nothing.

"Come on, I believe you, I don't want your bracelet, try to pay attention..."

The thought of the string of agarwood flashed through Zhao Hongtao's mind. You must know that if the item is placed at the auction, it will be at least a price of one million. If he dares to ask Fang Yi to compensate him, the teacher will probably hold a crutch in the museum and teach him a lesson.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhao, I'm still waiting for Boss Gu to go down the mountain to treat him. In five minutes, I promise to take out all the heartwood from the wood..." Hearing that Zhao Hongtao agreed, Fang Yi stepped forward and asked for the machete in Aming's hand.

"Don't you use an axe?" Aming asked strangely while handing the hijab to Fang Yi. Although his hijab had a thick back, it was not as heavy as the axe. The force of the slash was naturally far from that of the hijab.

"This knife is quite suitable..."

Fang Yi smiled and took the hijab, walked a few steps aside, then flipped his wrist and put a knife flower in his hand. The hijab that weighed more than ten pounds seemed to have become light and nothing in Fang Yi's hand, and a afterimage was drawn in the air.

"This... what kind of kung fu is this?" Ah Ming, who knew the weight of his hijab, almost looked straight. It was a bit difficult for him to hold the knife in one hand, so how could he do such a light move as Fang Yi.

"Fang Yi, do you want to help you?" Abao, who was standing next to the tree trunk, asked. Seeing Fang Yi's actions, Abao believed his words a little.

"No need..." Fang Yi shook his head and said, "Brother Bao, just stand a little further..."

Fang Yi was talking, and his empty left hand suddenly slapped heavily on the erect tree trunk. A powerful force suddenly pressed the trunk downwards, and a three-centimeter-lowered place was pressed into the soil by Fang Yi.

Seeing Abao taking a few steps back, Fang Yi didn't talk nonsense anymore. He flipped his right wrist back with the knife, but with the power of his wrist, he drew an arc on his side and directly chopped down the trunk of the tree standing upright on the ground.

Fang Yi's movements were very fast, so fast that those people next to him who were not very focused did not see Fang Yi's actions clearly. It was not until Fang Yi slashed on the wood with a knife, including Abao, who had just stood still, reacted.

A shocking scene happened. The tree trunk that Amin had tried his best to use more than ten minutes to split was soft under Fang Yi's knife, like tofu, after one-third of the wood on the right side of the trunk was divided into two halves from the middle.

After slashing with one knife, Fang Yi did not stop his movements, but directly slashed the second and third swords. However, his movements were too fast, and the sword light actually pulled out a series of afterimages in everyone's sight.

In just a few seconds, Fang Yi was already empty-handed, but the mountain-cutting knife was inserted into the ground beside him.

The trunk of the huanghuali tree in front of Fang Yi was left with only a stick about six or seven centimeters in thickness and a branch that grew diagonally at the top was inserted there. Around the stick, there were several wooden boards with diameters of about twenty centimeters and bark on the other side.

"This...this is over?" Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. Not to mention chopping with a knife, even using a carpenter saw wouldn't be so fast.

"Look, see if there is any damage to the heartwood inside..." After four or five minutes, Man Jun first reacted, rushed to Fang Yi in one step, and held the stick as thick as six or seven centimeters in his hand.

"Fang Yi, you... are you so amazing, aren't you?" After looking at the heart of the yellow rosewood for a long time, Man Jun found that the outer layer of the whole stick was covered with a layer of white bark, which did not hurt the heart of the yellow rosewood inside.

"Fang Yi, what else do you have? I don't know if your ability has not been revealed? Don't tell me that you are the sword technique you have practiced by chopping wood..."

Man Jun originally thought he knew Fang Yi very well because he had seen Fang Yi make talismans and knew that Fang Yi had some magical skills, but even if Man Jun wanted to break his head, he would never have imagined that Fang Yi, who looked a little thin, had such a beautiful skill.

When Man Jun was young, he grew up watching Shaolin Temple movies. He almost had the impulse to climb the train to Shaolin Temple to learn skills. Naturally, he had a little vision. He knew that this knife technique could not be practiced in a year or two.

"Brother Man, this is really something you can do by chopping firewood..."

After hearing Man Jun's words, Fang Yi smiled bitterly. The old Taoist master had never taught him any swordsmanship. It was like the words of the oil seller. Fang Yi was just "just familiar with it". Of course, when he was chopping, Fang Yi still used his true energy, otherwise there would be no such effect.

"Hey, Brother Fang, have you practiced some kung fu?"

"Yes, it's like watching a movie. Why is it so amazing?"

"Hmm? I see that Brother Fang is practicing gossip knife. I have seen people playing with him, and I can only see the shadow of the knife..."

At this moment, everyone onlookers also woke up and immediately surrounded Fang Yi and asked in a verbal way. They didn't believe that Fang Yi had practiced by chopping wood. If Fang Yi said it was a peerless magical skill, these old guys who were basically forty years old and had a kung fu complex would believe him.

"Master, masters have always been hidden. No wonder Brother Fang didn't speak just now..."

The original behavior of Fang Yi's words was now called the style of a master. Fang Yi was so amused that he couldn't hear it. He really said less and listened more because he didn't understand Huanghuali very much. What kind of master is he?

"Everyone, I'm practicing the Five Tiger Heartbreaking Knife, not the Bagua Knife..."

What these people were talking about was getting more and more outrageous. Fang Yi suddenly thought of a name in the storytelling that he had heard before, so he simply said it. Anyway, they didn't believe it if they said it was a martial arts training.

"I seem to have heard of the Five Tiger Heartbreak Knife. It was from a sect in Lingnan..." One person touched his chin and looked meditative, as if he was recalling where he had heard it.

"Yes, it should be the sword technique in Lingnan. I have also heard of it..." Another person also echoed.

"Why do I sound like the sword technique in martial arts novels?" Man Jun, who knew Fang Yi better, couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. When he heard the name of the Wuhu Heartbreaking Sword, he believed what Fang Yi said before.

"What and what? They actually believed the nonsense?" After hearing the crowd's discussion, Fang Yi would have laughed out loud on the spot if he hadn't tried hard to hold it in.

Being surrounded by everyone, Fang Yi could not continue to decompose the yellow flower tree, so he could only say loudly: "Everyone, let's talk about sword skills later. Can you take out these heartwoods first?"

"Fang Yi is right, take out the heartwood first..." Zhao Hongtao said at this moment: "It will take more than two hours to go down the mountain. It's four o'clock soon. After finishing early, let's go down the mountain to have a meal early. I'm still thinking about Boss Gu's dinner..."
Chapter completed!