The God and Buddha are actually me

Xuelu.

After not seeing it for many days, the sword energy here has become more and more amazing, and even ordinary people can't get close to it, otherwise they will inexplicably have many tiny scars on their bodies.

Even if the sword energy is hidden in the furnace, it will rise up and rush into the sky.

In the eyes of the cultivators, the sky above the Shen family has been completely shrouded by sword energy, and some terrifying sharpness is brewing. If you peek for a long time, your eyes will even hurt, as if you are looking at the scorching sun.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened the door of Xuelu, but his steps paused slightly.

Just as he approached Xuelu, he felt some kind of peeping, and there seemed to be quite a lot of people.

It seems that the news of the sword's birth has been spread, and I don't know how many people's attention has been attracted.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised. After the destruction of Wanfu Tower, it will inevitably attract many cultivators to come and find out. Many of them are casual cultivators, thinking about whether they can get some bargains.

These people travel around the world without any worries, and they rely on their own skills. In addition, Yue Ling, who has the greatest reputation, has left the Shen family. They are attracted by the sword energy and naturally become greedy.

Unfortunately, what they don't know is that when greed arises, disaster is imminent.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and ignored it, but stepped directly into the snow house, facing the rolling heat waves, and met Master Nie again.

"Xiao Jiu, you are finally here--"

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

He was experienced and sharp-eyed, so he could naturally see that some amazing changes had taken place in Zhang Jiuyang, just as if the sword embryo, after thousands of hammers and forging, had been reborn and had a peerless edge.

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

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and nodded.

Nie Longquan immediately took a breath of cold air, looking at him as if he was looking at a demon.

The fourth realm at the age of 20, this is one year earlier than Yue Yatou!

"Inferior Golden Pill?"

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

"Middle?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head again.

Nie Longquan was shocked again, and even his forging hands stopped, almost hitting the wrong way.

The fourth realm at the age of 20, the superior golden pill!

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

He has practiced for a lifetime, but he is only a low-level golden elixir.

"Young people are formidable. This sword that kills ghosts is not a disgrace in your hands."

Nie Longquan seemed to have seen the scene of this young man in white clothes in front of him, who would be famous for his sword in the future, and he was very satisfied.

For a sword-making master like him, it is perfect to find an excellent owner for his work.

"It's good that there are many people who covet this sword now. 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 making swords."

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

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

Some heads of small and medium-sized sects were only at this level.

After Zhang Jiuyang pumped the bellows and cultivated the golden elixir, his physical strength became stronger after the baptism of the golden elixir. Even if he did not use the magic power, he did not feel tired.

After that, he watched Nie Longquan swing the hammer to forge as usual.

Nie Longquan was forging a dagger now, made of the leftover scraps of the meteorite and the brown dragon horn.

After many days of forging, the dagger had gradually taken shape, like a thin and sharp dragon scale.

He wielded the iron hammer and used the family's unique skill of the Great Evolution Thirty-Six Hammers to beat the impurities in the dagger, removing the dross and retaining the essence. His sweating body seemed to be experiencing a beating and becoming more tough.

No wonder he still has such explosive muscles and figure at such an old age, which makes Old Lady Shen love him so much.

Zhang Jiuyang carefully watched his breathing and movements. 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, and every detail was clear.

The things that he couldn't understand before were also solved.

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

This body-building technique seems to be combined with the Immortal Golden Body, which may help him to cultivate the second level of the Immortal Golden Body - Silver Arhat faster.

Nie Longquan saw the smile at the corner of Zhang Jiuyang's mouth, and the wise and deep eyes, as if he had seen through everything and had a good grasp of the wisdom.

He tried: "Xiao Jiu, come and forge a few times to try?"

He didn't believe in evil. Could it be that the other party could learn the unique skills passed down from his ancestors after watching for a few days?

This is nonsense!

He had not said a word about the formulas of the exercises and the tricks of moving the qi. He originally wanted to wait for the other party to ask for advice in person, and then he would do a favor.

After all, although it was a family secret, it was nothing to a genius like Zhang Jiuyang. The most important thing was to make a favor in advance.

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

But who would have thought that Zhang Jiuyang, this kid, just kept watching and refused to ask.

"Okay, it's a good time to give it a try."

Zhang Jiuyang took the hammer without showing any fear, and even seemed eager to try. The heavy 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.

Nie Longquan showed a trace of suspicion in his eyes. This kid, his posture is quite good.

Ding!

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

Sparks flew everywhere, and each one was powerful and heavy. The crisp sound had a mysterious rhythm, and the rhythm would change every thirty-six times.

Nie Longquan was almost petrified.

In fact, when Zhang Jiuyang swung the hammer for the first time, he had already pinched off a beard. He, he, he, when did he learn the breathing method?

Although it was still a little unfamiliar, it was indeed the Dayan Thirty-Six Hammers!

What's 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 mature.

A faint black gas is exhaled from his mouth and nose. It is the impurities hidden deep in the flesh and bones, which are forged out bit by bit.

From suspicion, to shock, and finally numbness.

In a short time, Nie Longquan suddenly felt that life was so boring. God was so unfair. It's okay that he can't compare with him in cultivation. Even in the art of forging, his talent is far inferior to that of the other party...

At this moment, a voice sounded outside, very faint, mixed in the sound of hammers and inconspicuous.

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

"I'm afraid they are worried that too many people will snatch it when it's born, so they want to start in advance."

"How abominable!"

Nie Longquan hated such behavior. It would be fine if they fought for the sword on the day it was completed, but snatching it before the sword was completed would likely cause the sword to be born in advance, leaving flaws.

This is unforgivable for any swordsmith.

"Xiao Jiu, let me hammer, and I'll leave this person to you."

Everyone has his own specialty. As a weapon refiner, he is not good at fighting, nor does he like fighting.

But Zhang Jiuyang was hammering excitedly and didn't want to stop, so he smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter. It's not necessary to go through so much trouble to deal with a jumping clown."

Outside the snow hut, a figure landed quietly.

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

Fortune and wealth are sought in danger.

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

Yue Ling and the Shen family are indeed famous, but he has nothing to worry about. As long as he takes the sword, he can just run to Bei 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 technique. He just snatched the sword and ran away, and didn't fight with the other party.

Taking a deep breath, the man pushed open the door.

The rolling heat rushed out, and to his surprise, it was not Nie Longquan who was forging, but a handsome young man in white.

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

The sword energy came from it!

He stepped out with a fiery look, ready to snatch it, but at this moment, the handsome man in white slowly raised his eyes.

A fire eye opened, and a red-gold flame burned in the pupil.

In an instant, the man screamed, his eyes bled and he went blind. He immediately used the escape technique to flee outside the Shen family, and was almost scared to death.

Who is that man?

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

"This, he won?"

Nie Longquan was a little unbelievable. Zhang Jiuyang just looked up at the other person, why did the man bleed directly from his eyes and fled 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."

"Corpse? Didn't he escape?"

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

The door of the snow house closed automatically, and the crisp hammering sound rang again, as if nothing had happened.

...

The man fled desperately. Although his eyes were blind, his mind was still there, and he quickly escaped from the Shen family.

But just when he was slightly relieved, he found something wrong.

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

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

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

Even though he could no longer see it, the terrifying eye still remained in his memory, torturing his soul with incredible divine power.

Scenes of the past emerged in his mind, all of which were scenes of him killing people, robbing goods, and committing crimes. With each additional incident, the flame on the eye became even hotter.

In the end, he was still emitting that strange red-gold flame.

The man screamed and struggled to rush into a river, but the flames were still burning fiercely and could not be extinguished by water.

It was not until his soul was scattered and he was burned to charcoal that it gradually disappeared.

The charred body 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. It is said that he is proficient in six kinds of escape techniques. A Jindan cultivator once chased him for three days and three nights without success!"

"Why did he die so tragically?"

"The Shen family is really unfathomable..."

"Although the magic sword is good, life is still important."

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

"Impossible, I heard that her fiancé only knows some tricks and was favored by Minglie Hou because of his appearance..."