"Oh? May I ask your name, fellow Taoist?" Feng Qingyang asked with a smile, thinking that this man was not a simple person. He looked honest but was actually extremely cunning.
The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes stretched out his hand and stroked his bald head and said, "I will never change my name or surname. I will eat meat and drink wine, but the Buddha will remain in my heart. I am the wandering cultivator Lu Zhishen!"
"Lu Zhishen?" Feng Qingyang almost choked on his own saliva. Looking at his big bald head, his already burly body, and his name, he instantly thought of the Flower Monk in "Water Margin". He looked quite similar to him, and he couldn't help but think it was interesting.
After thanking him for his support, Feng Qingyang returned to the table. He did not pick up the stone cutter, but carefully looked at the fist-sized "roadside stone".
This 'roadside stone' was actually just a random name he gave it. When he was choosing the stone, he thought it looked ordinary, just like the rocks on the roadside, so he blurted out the name.
Everyone thought he was stupid, but in fact he just hid it very well. He had sharp eyes due to years of archaeological research, and he also possessed the "Art of Formation". These advantages instantly made up for his shortcomings in stone cutting.
He didn't think much of this 'roadside stone' at first, but after a closer look, he felt that it was a little unusual. As a zombie, he was particularly sensitive to some cold and poisonous things, so he fell in love with this strange stone at first sight.
To be honest, he had no idea what was inside this strange rock, but his keen perception and confidence in himself made him firmly believe that what was inside must be extraordinary.
Sure enough, when he took it in his hand, he suddenly felt a faint hidden aura in it. The chill was different from the coldness of zombies. Instead, it brought a tingling sensation that penetrated the body, like a microelectric current. However, if you don't observe carefully, you will definitely not be able to detect it.
"Red Devil... I have high hopes for you. Whether you win or lose, I will make you my friend!" Seeing Feng Qingyang deep in thought without answering, the casual cultivator Lu Zhishen thought that he had lost confidence, so he encouraged him kindly.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang looked at Lu Zhishen again, thinking that he was being so attentive for no reason, so he probably had no bad intentions. However, he meant what he said, and he couldn't let him do something that was not good enough for him.
So he smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Lu. I have never failed before."
"Look at my delicate stone cutting method!" Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted softly, and the originally noisy onlookers suddenly quieted down and looked at Feng Qingyang.
He picked up the stone cutting knife and was about to start working when he suddenly stopped and frowned.
"Snap!" The soft and sharp stone cutting knife was thrown to the ground by him.
Everyone was puzzled, thinking to themselves, could it be that this guy knew he was going to lose and was going to cheat
Old He who was standing aside sneered continuously, just waiting for Feng Qingyang to make a fool of himself.
Then a shocking scene appeared. Feng Qingyang stretched out his right hand, and a seven-inch long nail appeared on his index finger.
The nail was slightly curved, like a dragon's claw, and it was shining with a cold light, with a hint of bright blood red.
"He... Is he going to cut the stone with his fingernails?" someone among the spectators exclaimed.
That’s right, everyone was right this time, Feng Qingyang really wanted to cut the stone with his fingernails.
Although the stone cutter can be soft or hard, it is after all an external thing. How can external things compare to the things on your body? His zombie nails are not ordinary things. When the "Zombie Ancestor Incarnation" broke through the first level of progress, "Copper Skin and Iron Bones", it had already changed subtly.
Originally, a strand of nerves grew from the hard nails. Those nerves were like Feng Qingyang's eyes. He could see clearly wherever the nails pierced. Moreover, these zombie nails even had a devouring function.
Originally, only his Corpse King bloodline had the devouring effect, but now this nail also has the effect. He discovered it by accident when he was fighting with someone in the audition battlefield. When he broke someone's neck, he clearly felt his nails rapidly absorbing other people's essence and blood, and quickly converting it into blood and integrating it into his bloodline.
"Let me open their eyes this time." Feng Qingyang thought to himself.
He gently extended his fingernail and inserted it very slowly into the 'roadside stone'. Then he closed his eyes, and the originally bright world was suddenly submerged in darkness.
Soon, a vague reflection began to appear in his mind, and then it became clearer and clearer. Soon, a bright reflection appeared clearly in his mind.
Feng Qingyang concentrated, blocked out all the noise around him, and looked carefully at the thing in the ball of light.
The ball of light was probably only the size of a thumb, and it was surrounded by countless silk threads, all of which were pierced into it. Feng Qingyang knew that what he needed to do now was to cut off the silk threads around the ball of light one by one, otherwise, the things inside the ball of light would definitely be destroyed.
So he moved his fingers slightly and gently touched the silk thread closest to his nails. Suddenly, he felt numb and his body trembled. He almost came back to reality from his state of concentration.
The feeling of numbness was so strong that even Feng Qingyang's zombie body was slowly corroded by it. He didn't dare to move, so he paused his movements and turned to look at the thing in the ball of light.
The thing was a black mass and could not be seen clearly, but Feng Qingyang knew very well that it must be something extraordinary. Just the silk threads outside gave him such a strong sense of numbness, so the thing inside must be even more terrifying.
This is also because his zombie body is so powerful. If an ordinary cultivator in the early stage of foundation building came to cut stones, he would definitely be paralyzed to death if he did not have very advanced stone cutting skills.
"What on earth is in there?" Feng Qingyang wondered, but since he couldn't see it, he decided to cut it out first. So he moved his fingers, and this time he used his magic power to wrap around the nail that was inserted into the 'roadside stone'.
"call out!"
At this moment, the feeling of numbness came again, and it was stronger than the first time. Feng Qingyang was shocked. He knew that he had used all his magic power, but even so, he still could not defend against the strong feeling of numbness.
"Could it be? Could it be that this thing can ignore the defense of magic power?" He thought so in his mind, but the movement of his hands did not stop. Regardless of the feeling of numbness, Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and persevered.
The onlookers saw Feng Qingyang's body tremble twice, as if he had encountered some trouble. He also frowned, as if he was enduring some pain.
"Is there really some treasure in here?" someone asked in a deep voice, but was met with a mocking look in return.
"I don't believe I can't cut you out!"