In the cave, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on a stone couch. In his hand was that mysterious piece of gray iron.
Holding it in his hand, the sense of intimacy became clearer, and Zhang Yang felt that every cell in his body was jumping up.
"Is it because of Bafangyin? Looking at the characteristics of this piece of gray iron, it is somewhat close to that of Bafangyin. Apart from that, I really can't think of any reason why I have such a difference with a piece of gray iron. close contact."
Zhang Yang weighed it in his hand. The piece of gray iron was not that big, only about the size of a pigeon egg, but it was really heavy, weighing tens of kilograms. Just based on its specific gravity, it was obvious that it was extraordinary. .
Of course, there are no absolutes. Like iron essence, etc., the proportion is very large, but the value is not high.
Zhang Yang's common sense invaded with his spiritual sense, but he was bounced away as soon as he touched the surface.
Zhang Yang wasn't too surprised. In the cultivation world, most of the magic tools, and even some special materials, could not be invaded by his little limp consciousness. This is really not surprising.
After a moment of hesitation, the sharp claws cut open the wrist, and a drop of natal blood was forced out while the mana was running.
tick!
The slightly dark natal blood dripped on the small gray iron block, and immediately slid away without leaving a trace.
Dropping blood to recognize the master failed.
While the mana was running, the airflow lifted the piece of gray iron and suspended it in the air.
Zhang Yang squeezed the Jue with his hands, his mana was condensed, light blue ice flames shot out from his fingers, and the temperature in the cave dropped sharply.
A cup of tea time has passed...
half an hour passed...
Two hours have passed...
After half a day, the gray piece of iron still didn't respond.
Although with the help of Xiao Hei, the Yin Qi in the cave is rich and can be continuously replenished and consumed, Zhang Yang also looks a little tired after casting spells in such a continuous manner.
What's more, it doesn't work at all.
With a sigh of relief, he retracted the ice flame. Zhang Yang rubbed his chin with his hands, thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he could only put it back into the storage ring.
"Well, this is also normal. The stall owner who sold this mysterious gray iron must have lost interest in selling it because he didn't know how many years of research it was. It’s weird to solve it next time.”
Zhang Yang thought for a while, and it seemed that the only way he could try was to put it in the Sanwei Dan furnace to refine it, and there might be a chance to have the same effect as Bafangyin.
However, the Sanwei Dan Furnace needs to use the fire of the earth dragon to achieve the best effect. It may be difficult to refine the gray iron with ordinary flames or even ordinary earth fire.
Moreover, even if it could be refined and melted into a liquid, would Zhang Yang dare to fuse this piece of gray iron like the Bafangyin
I'm afraid I have to hesitate too. After all, if this is to be fused into the body, who knows what the consequences will be after this mysterious substance is fused
With a wry smile, he put the gray iron into the storage ring.
Since you can't figure it out, just put it on hold for now! Maybe with the increase of strength and experience, these problems will be solved slowly.
Flipping his hands, he took out two jade slips, which were the "Great Overbearing Technique" obtained from Shangguan Mo'er.
This mentality, as can be heard from the name alone, is definitely an incomparably fierce spell. And so it is.
Shangguan Mo'er was a good person to the end, and even recorded a brief introduction of the Great Overbearing Technique.
This great domineering technique is to condense the mana of the whole body, and suddenly burst out, the whole body will be transformed into a huge fist, with the thumb tightly clasping the eye of the fist, the joints are hard, and the destructive power is extremely powerful.
Zhang Yang had a hard time imagining the effect of Shangguan Mo'er being a woman with an elegant figure, casting such a fierce spell. Presumably it was his father Shangguan Xiong's unique skill.
After reading the introduction and browsing through the tips of the spell, the smile on Zhang Yang's face became wider.
This mentality is simply tailor-made for myself.
There was nothing to hesitate, Zhang Yang immersed himself in his spiritual consciousness and began to study.
…
After half a year.
The surrounding mountains are like Daisy. The morning sun's rays, dyed on the top of the peak, slowly wiped to the foot of the mountain. The forest at the foot of the mountain and the grass by the river are gradually clearly drawn in the morning light.
A zombie, more than seven feet tall, covered with purple-red skin, a head of purple-red hair, a ferocious face and bared fangs, strong limbs, a burly body like an iron tower, sharp claws gleaming Chilling light...
Suddenly, seeing the magic power of this zombie's body flowing, the surrounding air seemed to be suddenly rolled up into a whirlwind, and the dust under his feet was blown up.
Roar!
The zombie roared and stomped on the ground with both feet. When the whole body jumped up, the streamer changed and suddenly turned into a huge fist.
But he saw that the fist was wrapped in bursts of black smoke, and the surrounding wind was swaying, and the cold wind was miserable.
A black light and shadow flashed, and the huge fist quickly slammed towards a mountain in front.
boom-
The sky is falling apart, and the mountains are collapsing.
The rocks rolled down, the dust and smoke evaporated, covering the sky and the sun, and a small hill was cut down by more than 100 meters out of thin air.
Countless birds around were startled, and they "flapped" to the sky, and flew into the distance; all the beasts in the forest were singing together, and the trees were shaking, obviously they were also fleeing to the distance.
Boom!
The zombie's feet landed heavily on the ground, and its tower-like body swayed slightly, looking a little weak.
This zombie was undoubtedly Zhang Yang. After spending half a year and concentrating on it, I finally learned this big domineering technique.
The blow just now was the strongest blow he sent out with all his magic power.
With Zi Zong's identity, it is very rare to be able to make such a sharp attack.
Of course, the result was that the mana in Zhang Yang's body was suddenly emptied and immediately became empty. Although his physical strength is still strong and his fighting power is still strong, the sudden sense of discomfort caused him to stagger.
"It seems that I need to practice more! My physical strength is so strong that even if my mana is drained, it will not be affected at all. This is not a problem in normal times. If it is during a fierce fight, a small mistake will cause a lot of trouble. It could be the difference between victory and defeat.”
Zhang Yang pondered secretly. However, he is really satisfied with the attack effect of this big domineering technique.
Returning to the cave, he regained his mana through exercise, looked at the jade slip inscribed with the Great Domineering Technique in his hand, and stretched out his hand to crush it.
The spell has been completed, and I don't think about inheriting it for the time being. It is useless to keep this jade slip. If I am not careful, it will only take advantage of the enemy.
"Half a year has passed, and there is still no news from Shangguan Mo'er, and I don't know how she is preparing."
"It doesn't matter that much! Before she comes, you can learn as much as you can!"
Fanshou took out the mental method of "soul stabbing cone" from the ring of Nawu, invaded with spiritual consciousness, and continued to study.
…
Another year in the blink of an eye.
In front of Guiyun Building in Maiji Town, the ugly male monk dressed in gossip purple clothes appeared again. He was dressed in a radiant and gorgeous robe, and matched with his extremely ugly face, the rate of turning heads was no less than the purple clothes beside him woman.
Everyone around looked sideways, and some whispered:
"How could such a flower be planted on cow dung."
As a foundation-building cultivator, the purple-clothed woman had excellent hearing, so she could hear clearly, she couldn't help but frowned, but she didn't speak. After all, people are just talking about whether there is anything wrong.
The ugly Zhang Yang chuckled and didn't care.
A year and a half has passed since the last appointment. The original plan of the purple-clothed woman, Shangguan Mo'er, was to get all the things she needed in just a few months.
However, something went wrong in the middle, and it took a year and a half. Moreover, according to Shangguan Mo'er, that object is very important, without that object, even if one enters the fairyland, the chance of being able to break the restriction and obtain what one needs is negligible.
In this way, the time of departure has passed until now.
This is not a bad thing for Zhang Yang. Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Yang not only learned the big overbearing technique and the soul-piercing awl, but also visited Guiyunlou again during the period, and bought a book of the "Sword Control" mental method.
Yu Jianshu pays attention to flexibility, which is not Zhang Yang's strong point. As a zombie with a strong body, Zhang Yang prefers a tough guy's style of play. Strong spells, such as the big domineering technique, are very suitable for his appetite.
However, considering that he will cooperate with Shangguan Mo'er in the future, his golden wings will not be exposed, so he practiced "Sword Controlling Technique" mainly for the advantage of being able to fly in the air with a sword control.
Guiyunlou's public betrayal was naturally not a clever idea. There are advantages and disadvantages, while the power is small, Zhang Yang is quick to learn.
One way, ten thousand ways. He already had golden wings and could fly, so it only took him more than two months to learn the "Sword Control Technique", and he was almost able to fly unsteadily.
After a while, a few more monks came over, all of them were high-ranking and peak monks, and one even reached the state of Dzogchen. As long as he goes one step further, he can overcome the thunder calamity and become a golden elixir.
Zhang Yang knew that Shangguan Mo'er must have invited more than himself, so he didn't care too much.
On the contrary, the old man who established the foundation and completed his brows frowned:
"Fairy Shangguan, why are there so many people? The ruins you mentioned don't seem to be too big. If there are not a few magical artifacts inside, and everyone divides them up, why is it worth the old man's trip?"
When the old man said a word, several people around him nodded secretly, obviously agreeing.
Shangguan Mo'er smiled cleverly:
"Doctor Wei, calm down! Fellow Daoists, calm down! Although the ruins are not too big, there are not too few magic weapons and treasures inside. After all, it is an ancient monk's method, and a little left over is enough for us to enjoy. And , even if the harvest this time is not rich enough, Mo'er will give something else as a gift, and I will definitely not let fellow daoists make this trip in vain."
"Crack!"
As Shangguan Mo'er said, she clapped her hands, and immediately several maids stepped out from the Guiyun Building, each holding a plate covered with red silk, curling gracefully and blowing with fragrance.