The strongest immortal emperor in the reborn city

Chapter 232 Mid-Rank Spirit Artifact, Secluded Fist Gloves

The moment the two black gloves flew out of it, the temperature in the hall suddenly rose several degrees.

At this time, Bai Wuchang, who was standing beside the ice water, saw this situation, and quickly dodged backwards to avoid the scorching gloves.

Immediately afterwards, under Xiao Yao's command, the two gloves rushed directly into the icy water that was radiating the slightest chill.

"Zizzizi..."

The moment the two gloves entered the water, there was a piercing sound.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing crisp sound, thick white smoke instantly rose from the bucket.

This white smoke was like an exploding mushroom cloud, instantly blurring the entire hall.

Seeing the rising white smoke, Xiao Yao's tall body quickly stepped back a few steps.

"Zizi..."

The sizzle sound was still ringing in the bucket, and this sound lasted for more than ten minutes.

After more than ten minutes, the sizzle sound gradually became smaller.

And the huge mushroom cloud gradually dispersed.

At this time, although there was still a thick layer of white water vapor floating in the hall, it was not as violent as before.

The surrounding environment gradually became clearer.

Seeing that the sound inside the bucket gradually stopped, Xiao Yao frowned and walked towards the bucket.

There was a look of anticipation in his star-like eyes.

The old Taoist in Huangpao and Bai Wuchang who were standing not far away saw Xiao Yao walking past, and they also hurriedly followed.

They also want to see what the glove that Xiao Yao refined looks like.

Soon, the three of them walked up to the bucket almost at the same time, and then, the three pairs of bright eyes looked directly into the bucket.

Now I can see that the ice water in the bucket has long since disappeared, not even a drop of water.

It looked as if it had never been filled with water.

At this moment, a pair of black fist gloves lay calmly at the bottom of the extremely dry bucket.

This pair of gloves is black, and there are several golden patterns on the black surface.

These patterns are like a golden thread, wrapping a whole circle around the black glove, looking very beautiful.

Looking at the exquisite pair of gloves in front of them, the eyes of the old man in yellow robe and Bai Wuchang suddenly revealed a look of shock.

They have never thought that there is such a way to refine weapons.

The refining tools they were familiar with in the past were forged inch by inch with forged hammers.

However, the method Xiao Yao used seemed to be formed naturally, as if he had directly transformed the melted molten iron into the shape of a glove.

However, how did they know that this molten iron was not formed naturally.

It was Xiao Yao who used his powerful spiritual consciousness to manipulate the ball of molten iron, and thus slowly formed the shape of a fist.

Looking at the pair of gloves in front of him, a smile appeared on Xiao Yao's handsome face.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered himself to take out the gloves.

However, the moment the big hand touched the glove, a rush of hotness quickly passed from Xiao Yao's hand.

Xiao Yao resisted the hot feeling and took out the gloves directly.

The moment the glove was in his hands, a smile appeared on Xiao Yao's face.

Because the pair of gloves in his hand didn't have that hard feeling like Nether Cold Iron, but a very soft, smooth feeling like silk.

Feeling the smoothness, Xiao Yao closed his eyes, and swept his powerful consciousness directly towards the glove.

Mid-grade spirit weapon!Hahaha...Grass Grass...it's actually a middle-grade spiritual weapon!

After Xiao Yao finished scanning his consciousness, he couldn't help laughing out loud in excitement.

You must know that such things as spirit weapons are only available in the cultivation world.

In this mortal world, not to mention spiritual weapons, I am afraid that there are not many even the lowest magic weapons.

Now that Xiao Yao has actually practiced a middle-grade spiritual weapon, how could he be unhappy.

At this time, the old Taoist in yellow robe and Bai Wuchang who were standing aside still had a look of shock in their eyes.

The old man in yellow robe seemed to have noticed the softness of this pair of gloves.

He frowned and quickly reached out to touch the glove.

"Snapped…"

With a crisp sound, Xiao Yao directly slapped the old man's hand before his hand touched the pair of gloves.

The old man couldn't help shrinking back when Xiao Yao slapped him, and then he smiled sarcastically on his old face.

"Hey...Little friend, since you have already refined it, shouldn't it be time for us to see it? We also want to know how powerful the glove you made is..." The old man smiled at Xiao Yao .

Xiao Yao glanced at the old man, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"You can see it, but you can't touch it... What if your dirty hands get dirty..." Xiao Yao grinned and said softly.

Xiao Yao naturally didn't want the old man to bang, but now he used the most common iron furnace to refine a middle-grade spiritual weapon, how could he not treasure it.

After speaking, he directly put the black gloves on his hands.

Putting the gloves on, a hot feeling came out immediately, and this feeling made his heart tremble.

"Come on, the place here is too small, let's go out and try..." Xiao Yao grinned again, and then walked out directly.

The city of ghosts, above the streets.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening, the gate of Ghost Capital City had already been closed, and the streets had already become quiet.

That round of blood-red full moon was still hanging above the sky, and the blood-red moonlight dyed the whole earth in a bright red color.

At this time, Xiao Yao, who was wearing a black T-shirt, was already standing in the middle of the blood-red street.

And beside him are the old Taoist in yellow robes and Bai Wuchang in white clothes.

"Ahem...Little friend, how do you want to try?" The old man in yellow robe looked at Xiao Yao's excited eyes, and couldn't help asking quickly.

"Naturally, to see how powerful this glove can be..." Xiao Yao said softly.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yao directly raised a fist.

Looking at this fist with a black glove, Xiao Yao felt a little excited.

Now he wants to take this glove and try the "Splitting Fist" he practiced.

The power of "Splitting Fist" is huge, it can concentrate his own aura at one point and punch it out.

So now he wants to see how powerful it can be with the addition of a boxing glove.

Soon, Xiao Yao's eyes flashed, and the white spiritual energy in his whole body was mobilized.

Immediately afterwards, this white spirit quickly rushed towards his fist.

A white light suddenly appeared on the dark gloves.

"drink…"

Xiao Yao let out a sharp roar, and swung an iron fist directly.

"啾~~"

An ear-piercing crisp sound rang directly.

I saw a white light flying out of his iron fist quickly.

When the white light passed through the long street, a strong fist wind shook all the stalls on the street.

The neatly arranged tables, chairs and benches suddenly became wobbly.

"When, when, when..."

There were several crisp sounds, and a few tables, chairs and benches couldn't bear such a strong blow, and fell directly to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the white light still didn't stop, and hit the huge black gate of the ghost capital city directly.

"Boom!!"

The moment the white light collided with the giant door, a loud sound resounded.

This kind of sound is like the muffled thunder in the sky, which makes people want to cover their ears in fright.

After the muffled sound, the old Taoist in yellow robe and Bai Wuchang standing in the middle of the street were suddenly dumbfounded.

I saw the two standing there in a daze, staring at the huge black door in the distance with a pair of big eyes in shock.

At this time, a hole the size of a fist appeared on the huge black door.

Looking out from this hole, you can just see the night scene outside.

At this moment, the old Taoist in Huangpao was completely confused.

His old eyes were round and round, as if he couldn't believe it at all.

Hold the grass!Is this Nima the power of the foundation-building seven-layer master?

This punch actually punched a huge hole in a giant door weighing several thousand catties!
And it's still such a long distance.

You must know that even a master of the ninth floor of foundation building would not dare to break a huge door weighing several thousand catties within such a long distance!
"Little friend...you, you, are you crazy? Can you tell me what level of weapon you are refining..."

The old man in yellow robe looked at the big hole in the giant gate in the distance, and couldn't help swallowing hard.

In fact, not only Huangpao Lao Dao and Bai Wuchang were shocked, but even Xiao Yao himself was shocked.

Originally, he thought that his punch could at most leave a fist mark on the giant door.

But he never expected that this punch would punch a big hole in the giant door.

This kind of power can reach tens of thousands of catties.

With the cultivation base of the seventh floor of the foundation building, the strength of tens of thousands of catties can be exerted, which can be described by the word "terror".

"Hahaha... Good! Good! Good! I will use this glove from now on..." Xiao Yao shouted excitedly.

Seeing Xiao Yao's excited look, Bai Wuchang, who was standing aside, directly bowed and shouted, "Congratulations, my lord, for making a handy weapon!"

"Ahem... Hey, little friend, you haven't told me yet, what level of weapon is this, and what's its name..." The old man in yellow robe hurried up to Xiao Yao, looking greedily at it with his old eyes. Holding the glove in Xiao Yao's hand.

Hearing the words of the old Taoist in Huangpao, Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment.

"What's your name? I really haven't thought of a name yet..."

"Since it is made of Nether cold iron, why not call it the Cracking Gauntlet..." Xiao Yao murmured.

When the old man in yellow robe heard Xiao Yao's words, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Nima, I asked you twice what level of weapon this is.

You are so coy and just don't say it?

(End of this chapter)