The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 253: Dayan Hammer Technique, Raising Eyes to Kill

Snow hut.

After not seeing it for many days, the sword energy here has become more and more amazing. Even ordinary people cannot get close to it, otherwise they will inexplicably get many minor scars on their bodies.

Even the sword energy hidden in the furnace rose up and soared into the sky.

In the eyes of the cultivators, the sky above the Shen family has been completely shrouded in sword energy, and some terrifying edge is brewing. If you look at it for too long, your eyes will even hurt, as if you were looking at the scorching sun.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly pushed open the door of Xuelu, but his footsteps paused slightly.

Just as he approached the Snow Lodge, he sensed some kind of spying, and there seemed to be quite a few of them.

It seems that the news of the sword's birth has been spread, and I wonder how many people have paid attention to it.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised. After the destruction of Wanfu Tower, it would definitely attract many cultivators to come and find out what happened. Many of them were independent cultivators who wanted to see if they could get some bargains.

These people travel around the world without any worries and rely on their own abilities. In addition, the most famous Yue Ling has already left the Shen family. They are attracted by the sword energy and naturally become greedy.

It’s a pity that they don’t know that once greed arises, disaster will come.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and ignored it. Instead, he stepped directly into the Snow House, facing the rolling heat waves, and met Master Nie again.

"Xiaojiu, you are finally here——"

Nie Longquan's gaze fell on Zhang Jiuyang and he couldn't help but pause.

With rich experience and sharp eyes, he could naturally see that some amazing changes had taken place in Zhang Jiuyang, as if the sword embryo, after thousands of temperings, had been reborn and had an unparalleled edge.

"You, you, you broke through the fourth level?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and nodded.

Nie Longquan took a breath of cold air and looked at him as if he was a monster.

The fourth realm at the age of twenty, one year earlier than Yue Yatou!
"Inferior Golden Elixir?"

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

"Middle level?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head again.

Nie Longquan was shocked again, and even his forging hands stopped, almost knocking the iron off target.

The fourth realm at the age of twenty, the superior golden elixir!

My goodness, Yu Shuang has found a treasure. The Shen family is so lucky. A girl named Yue is already a dragon among men, and now there is an even more evil one...

He has practiced for a lifetime, but he is only an inferior golden elixir.

"Youth are to be feared. It is not an insult to have this sword in your hands."

Nie Longquan seemed to have already seen the young man in white clothes in front of him, who would become famous all over the world with his sword in the future, and he felt very satisfied.

For a sword-making master like him, finding an excellent master for his work is the only way to achieve perfection.

"That's good. There are many people who covet this sword. When it comes out, I'm afraid someone will take a risk. Now that you are here, I don't have to worry about this anymore."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said, "Master Nie, don't worry, just focus on forging the sword."

The voice was not loud, but unusually calm, with an indescribable confidence.

Nie Longquan did not think that he was arrogant at all. Instead, he felt that it was natural. He was in the fourth realm and had achieved a superior golden elixir. No matter where he was, he would be a famous figure.

The heads of some small and medium-sized sects have only this level of cultivation.

Zhang Jiuyang pumped the bellows, and after he cultivated the golden elixir, his physical strength became even stronger after being baptized by the golden elixir. Even if he did not use his magic power, he did not feel any effort.

After that, he just stood by and watched Nie Longquan swing the hammer to forge as usual.

What Nie Longquan is forging now is a dagger, made from the leftover scraps of the meteorite and the brown dragon horns.

After many days of forging, the dagger has gradually taken shape, like a long, sharp dragon scale.

He wielded a sledgehammer, using his family's unique skill of the Thirty-Six Hammers of Dayan to beat away the impurities in the dagger, removing the dross and retaining the essence. His sweaty body seemed to be experiencing another beating as well, becoming tougher.

No wonder he still has such explosive muscles and figure at his age, making Old Madam Shen love him so much.

Zhang Jiuyang watched his breathing and movements carefully. After cultivating the golden elixir, his soul became much stronger again. Nie Longquan's movements were like a storm, but in his eyes they were as slow as a turtle. Every detail was clearly visible.

The parts that I didn’t understand before were now easily understood.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. So that's it. This is the secret of Dayan's Thirty-Six Hammers. It is indeed extraordinary.

This body-building technique seems to be able to be combined with the Immortal Golden Body, and perhaps it will help him to cultivate the second level of the Immortal Golden Body - Silver Arhat - more quickly.

Nie Longquan saw the smile on Zhang Jiuyang's lips and his wise and profound eyes, as if he had seen through everything and had the wisdom in his hands.

He asked tentatively: "Xiaojiu, why don't you try forging it a few times?"

He doesn't believe in evil. How could the other party learn his family's unique skills just by watching for a few days?

Isn’t this nonsense!
He had not told anyone the mantras of the exercises or the tricks of moving qi and moving energy. He had wanted to wait for the other party to ask for advice in person, and then he would do him a favor.

After all, although it is a family heirloom, it is nothing to a genius like Zhang Jiuyang. The most important thing is to make friends with him in advance.

People in their line of work like to find a master with great potential for their work, and when the other party rises, they will make a lot of money.

But who would have thought that Zhang Jiuyang just stared at them and refused to ask any questions.

"Okay, let's give it a try."

Zhang Jiuyang took the hammer without any fear, and was even eager to try it out. The iron hammer weighing hundreds of pounds was as light as a goose feather in his hand.

Holding the hammer in his hand, his breathing rhythm changed instantly and his expression became serious.

There was a hint of suspicion in Nie Longquan's eyes. This kid was really acting very well.

clang!
Zhang Jiuyang finally moved. His movements were not too fast and his proficiency was obviously lacking, but the coordination with his breathing was just right.

Sparks flew everywhere, each strike was powerful and crisp, with a mysterious rhythm that changed every thirty-six strikes.

Nie Longquan was almost petrified. In fact, he had already pinched off a beard when Zhang Jiuyang swung the hammer for the first time. He, he, he, when did he learn the breathing method?
Although it is still a little unfamiliar, it is indeed the Thirty-Six Hammers of Dayan!

What's even more terrifying is that as time goes by, Zhang Jiuyang's hammer skills improve at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his mastery of the Thirty-Six Hammers of Dayan becomes more and more mature.

Wisps of thin black air exhaled from his mouth and nose. They were impurities hidden deep in his flesh, blood, and bones, being forged out bit by bit.

From suspicion, to shock, and finally to numbness.

In a short time, Nie Longquan suddenly felt that life was so boring. God was so unfair. It was fine that he couldn't compete with him in cultivation, but even in the art of forging, his talent was far inferior to that of the other party...

At this moment, a sound was heard outside, so faint that it was inconspicuous among the sound of hammers.

But Nie Longquan was a fourth-level cultivator after all, and he realized something was wrong in an instant. He said in a deep voice, "The sword hasn't even been released yet, and someone can't help themselves?"

"I'm afraid they're worried that there will be too many people trying to snatch it up when it's born, so they want to act in advance."

"How abominable!"

Nie Longquan detested such behavior. It would be fine to fight for the sword on the day it was completed, but to snatch it before it was completed would very likely cause the sword to be born prematurely, thus leaving a flaw.

This is something unforgivable for any swordsmith.

"Xiao Jiu, let me do the hammering. I'll leave this guy to you."

Every profession has its specialties. As a weapon refiner, he is not good at fighting, nor does he like fighting.

But Zhang Jiuyang was enjoying hammering and didn't want to stop, so he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. There's no need to go through so much trouble to deal with a clown."

Outside the snow hut, a figure landed quietly.

Wearing a mask, he used the art of escape to sneak into the Shen family. Looking at the surging sword energy in the house, he felt very hot and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

A cultivator like him, who is alone and powerless, has finally reached the third level, but he doesn't even have a magic weapon to use.

Yue Ling and the Shen family were indeed well-known, but he had no ties. As long as he could take the sword, the worst that could happen was that he would run away to Northern Liao or the Western Regions.

Of course, he heard that Nie Longquan was also in the fourth realm, but the other party was obsessed with refining weapons all his life and was not good at fighting. He was very confident in his escape skills, so he just snatched the sword and ran away, and didn't fight with the other party.

Taking a deep breath, the man opened the door.

A rolling heat wave rushed out, and to his surprise, the person who was forging was not Nie Longquan, but a handsome young man in white.

The man immediately ignored it and fixed his eyes on the stove.

The sword energy came from it!

He took a step forward, his eyes fiery, ready to snatch it, but at this moment, the handsome man in white slowly raised his eyes.

A flaming eye opened, with a red-gold flame burning in the pupil.

Instantly the man let out a scream, his eyes bled and he went blind. He immediately used his escape technique to flee outside the Shen family, frightened to the point of almost losing his soul.

Who is that man?

He couldn't even bear the other person's gaze?

"This is the win?"

Nie Longquan was a little bit unbelievable. Zhang Jiuyang just looked up at the other person, why did the man's eyes bleed and he ran away in panic?
Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, continued to swing the hammer, and said something meaningful.

"I hope his body can wake up those greedy people."

"A body? Didn't he escape?"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

The door of the snow hut closed automatically, and the crisp hammering sound was heard again, as if nothing had happened.

……

The man tried desperately to escape. Although he was blind, his mind was still there and he quickly escaped from the Shen family.

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he discovered something was wrong.

What he could see with his mind's eye became increasingly blurry, and his body became hotter and hotter, with wisps of black smoke even coming out.

After concentrating and looking inward, he saw the eye again.

The golden eyes and fiery eyes were like the sun, burning his soul and roasting his body.

Even though he could no longer see it, that terrifying eye still lingered in his memory, tormenting his soul with incredible power.

Scenes from the past emerged in his mind, all of which were scenes of him killing people, robbing, and committing evil. With each event that flashed through his mind, the fire in that eye became more intense.

In the end, his body was covered with strange red-gold flames.

The man let out a scream and struggled into a river, but the flames were still burning and could not be extinguished by water.

It wasn't until his soul was torn apart and burned into charcoal that he gradually disappeared.

The charred corpse drifted down the river, alarming countless people who were secretly watching.

"hiss!"

"This seems to be Qin Luzheng, who is known as the immortal Taoist priest. It is said that he is proficient in six kinds of escape techniques. Once, a Jindan cultivator chased him for three days and three nights but failed!"

"Why did he die so tragically?"

"The Shen family is indeed unfathomable..."

"The sword is great, but life is more important."

"I heard that although Yue Ling is gone, her fiancé seems to be still around. Could it be that he did it?"

"That's impossible. I heard that her fiancé only knows some tricks and was chosen by Marquis Minglie because of his looks..."

(End of this chapter)