Chapter 232

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

At this time, Bai impermanence standing by the ice water saw this situation and quickly dodged back to avoid the hot fist.

Then, under the command of Xiao Yao, the two boxers rushed directly into the cold water.

"Zizizi..."

The moment the two boxers entered the water, a harsh light ring rang.

With the harsh sound, thick white smoke rose from the bucket.

The white smoke was like an exploding mushroom cloud, which immediately blurred the whole hall.

Looking at the rising white smoke, Xiao Yao's tall body quickly stepped back.

"Zizi..."

The Zizi sound was still ringing in the bucket, which lasted more than ten minutes.

More than ten minutes later, the Zizi voice gradually decreased.

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 has gradually become clear.

Seeing that the in the bucket gradually stopped ringing, Xiao Yao frowned and walked towards the bucket.

There was a look of expectation in his starlike eyes.

The Yellow robed Taoist priest and Bai impermanence standing not far away saw Xiao Yao walking past, and they hurried to follow him.

They also want to see what the fist made by Xiao Yao looks like.

Soon, the three men came to the bucket almost at the same time. Then, the three pairs of bright eyes looked directly into the bucket.

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

It seems that there has never been water in it.

At this time, a pair of black boxers were quietly placed at the bottom of the extremely dry bucket.

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

These patterns are like a golden silk thread, winding a whole circle around the black boxer, which looks very beautiful.

Looking at the beautiful boxer in front of him, the old Taoist in yellow robe and Bai impermanent's eyes showed a shocked look.

They never thought that there was such a way to refine utensils.

In the past, the smelters they knew well were forged inch by inch with forged hammers.

But the way Xiao Yao used was like natural formation, as if he directly changed the melted molten iron into the shape of a fist.

However, where did they know that the molten iron was not formed naturally.

But Xiao Yao manipulated the molten iron with his powerful divine sense, which slowly formed the appearance of boxing.

Looking at this pair of boxers in front of him, a smile also appeared on Xiao Yao's handsome face.

Then he bent down to take out the fist.

However, at the moment when the big hand touched the boxer, a hot rush came from Xiao Yao's hand.

Xiao Yao resisted the heat and took out his fist.

At the moment when the fist started, a smile suddenly appeared on Xiao Yao's face.

Because the boxers in his hands did not feel like the cold iron and hard of the nether world, but a very soft and smooth feeling like silk.

Feeling the softness, Xiao Yao closed his eyes and swept his powerful divine sense directly to the fist.

Midrange spirit weapon! Hahaha... Holding grass... It's a middle-class spirit weapon!

After Xiao Yao's divine sense was scanned, his heart couldn't help laughing excitedly.

You know, spiritual tools are only available in the cultivation world.

In this mortal world, not to mention spiritual tools, I'm afraid there are not many even the lowest magic tools.

Now Xiao Yao has actually practiced a medium-grade spirit weapon. How can he be unhappy.

At this time, the Yellow robed Taoist priest and Bai impermanence standing aside still looked shocked in their eyes.

The old Taoist Huang Pao seems to see that this pair of fist is soft.

He frowned and quickly reached out to touch the glove.

"Pa..."

With a crisp sound, the old Taoist's hand had not touched this pair of fist, and Xiao Yao slapped him on the hand.

When the Taoist priest was patted by Xiao Yao, he couldn't help shrinking back, and then he smiled on his old face.

"Hey hey... Little friend, now that you've refined it, it's time for us to have a look. We also want to know how powerful the fist you refined is..." the Taoist priest smiled at Xiao Yao.

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

"You can see, but you can't touch... What if your dirty hand gets dirty for me..." Xiao Yao grinned and said softly.

Xiao Yao naturally doesn't want Lao Dao to bang. Now he has refined a pair of medium-quality spirit tools with the most common iron furnace. How can he not be precious.

After saying that, he directly put the black boxer on his hands.

When the boxer was put on his hand, a hot and dry feeling immediately came out, which shocked his heart.

"Go, it's too small here. Let's go out and try..." Xiao Yao grinned again, and then went out directly.

Ghost city, on the street.

It's already more than 12 p.m. the gate of ghost city has been closed, and the streets have long been quiet.

The blood red full moon still hung in the sky, and the blood red moonlight dyed the whole earth bright red.

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

Beside him was the old Taoist in yellow robe and the white Impermanence in white.

"Cough... Little friend, how do you want to try?" Old Taoist Huang Pao looked at Xiao Yao's excited eyes and asked quickly.

"Naturally, let's see how powerful this fist can be..." Xiao Yao said softly.

After that, Xiao Yao raised a fist directly.

Looking at the fist with a black glove, Xiao Yao was a little excited.

Now he wants to take this glove and try the "crack fist" he practiced.

"Crack fist" has great power. It can concentrate his aura on one point and fight it out.

So now he wants to see how powerful it can be with a fist.

Soon, Xiao Yao's eyes flashed, and his white aura was mobilized.

Then the white aura rushed to his fist.

A white light appeared on the dark fist.

"Drink..."

Xiao Yao roared and waved an iron fist directly.

"Tweet ~ ~"

There was a sharp crisp sound.

A white light quickly flew out of his iron fist.

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

The neatly placed tables, chairs and benches suddenly turned into shaking.

"When, when, when..."

Several crisp sounds sounded, and only a few tables, chairs and benches could not bear such a strong boxing style and fell directly to the ground.

Then, I saw that the white light still didn't stop and directly hit the dark gate of the ghost city.

"Boom!"

The moment the white light collided with the gate, a huge sound sounded.

This sound is like a heavy thunder in the sky. People are so scared that they just want to cover their ears.

After the muffled sound, the Yellow robed old Taoist priest and Bai impermanence standing in the middle of the street were stunned.

I saw two people standing in place, a pair of big eyes shocked at the dark gate in the distance.

At this time, a fist sized hole appeared on the black gate.

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

At this moment, the Yellow robed Taoist priest was completely confused.

His old eyes stared round as if he couldn't believe it at all.

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

This punch actually made a big hole in a huge door weighing thousands of kilograms!

And it's still such a long distance.

You know, even the master of building the ninth floor of the foundation can't say that he will break a huge door weighing thousands of kilograms within such a long distance!

"Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou... Are you crazy? Can you tell me what level of weapon you are refining..."

Old Taoist Huang Pao looked at the big hole in the huge door in the distance and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

In fact, not only Huang Pao Lao Dao and Bai impermanence are shocked, but also Xiao Yao himself is very shocked.

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

But I never expected that this punch would punch a big hole in the gate.

This power can reach tens of thousands of kilograms.

With the cultivation of building the seventh floor of the foundation, it can play a force of tens of thousands of kilograms, which can be described as "terror".

"Hahaha... OK! OK! OK! I'll use this glove in the future... "Xiao Yao shouted excitedly.

Seeing Xiao Yao's excited appearance, Bai impermanence standing aside bowed directly and shouted, "Congratulations, sir, on refining a handy weapon!"

"Cough... Hey, little friend, you haven't told me what level of weapon you are, and what's its name..." old Taoist Huang Pao hurried to Xiao Yao, and a pair of old eyes greedily looked at the fist on Xiao Yao's hand.

Hearing the words of the old Taoist Huang Pao, Xiao Yao was stunned.

"What's your name? I really didn't think of a name... "

"Since it is made of Youming cold iron, it might as well be called split you fist..." Xiao Yao murmured.

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, old Taoist Huang Pao almost gushed out his old blood.

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

You just don't say it?