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

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

Immediately after, under Xiao Yao's command, the two fists rushed directly into the cold water.

"Zizizi..."

The moment the two fists entered the water, a piercing sound sounded.

With this piercing crisp sound, thick white smoke instantly rose from the bucket.

This white smoke was like an exploding mushroom cloud, and it immediately blurred the entire hall.

Looking at the rising white smoke, Xiao Yao's tall body also hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Zizi..."

The sizzling sound still resounded in the bucket for more than ten minutes.

After ten minutes, the sound gradually became quieter.

And the huge mushroom cloud gradually dispersed.

At this time, although there was still a thick layer of white water vapor floating in the main hall, it was no longer as violent as just now.

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 yellow-robed old man and Bai Wuchang, who were standing not far away, saw Xiao Yao walking over, and the two hurriedly followed.

They also wanted to see what the gloves that Xiao Yao had refined looked like.

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

Now I saw that the ice water in the bucket had long since disappeared, and there was not even the slightest drop of water.

It looks as if it has never been filled with water.

At this moment, a pair of black fists were calmly placed at the bottom of the extremely dry bucket.

The gloves are black, with a few golden stripes on top of the black surface.

These patterns are like a golden thread, wrapped around the black gloves, and they look very beautiful.

Looking at the exquisite pair of fist gloves in front of him, the eyes of the yellow-robed old Taoist and Bai Wuchang suddenly showed a look of shock.

They had never thought that there would be such a way for refining weapons.

In the past, the refining tools they were familiar with were made inch by inch with forged hammers.

But the method Xiao Yao used seemed to be naturally formed, as if he had directly turned the molten iron into the shape of a fist.

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

Instead, Xiao Yao used his powerful divine sense to manipulate the molten iron, so that he slowly formed the appearance of a fist glove.

Looking at the pair of boxing gloves in front of him, Xiao Yao's handsome face also showed a smile.

Immediately afterward, he leaned down and prepared to take out the gloves.

However, at the moment when the big hand touched the fist glove, a hot and dry heat quickly passed from Xiao Yao's hand.

Xiao Yao endured the heat and took out the fist gloves directly.

The moment the gloves were in hand, a smile suddenly appeared on Xiao Yao's face.

Because the pair of gloves in his hand did not have the feeling of being hard like a netherworld cold iron, but a very soft, smooth feeling like silk.

Feeling this silkiness, Xiao Yao closed his eyes, and his powerful divine sense swept directly towards the fist gauntlet.

Hahaha... Hold the grass... It's actually a medium-grade spiritual weapon!

After Xiao Yao's divine sense was scanned, he couldn't help but laugh excitedly in his heart.

You must know that such a thing as a spiritual weapon is only available in the cultivation realm.

In this kind of 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 medium-grade spiritual weapon, how can he not be happy.

At this time, the yellow-robed old Dao and Bai Wuchang, who were standing on the side, still had a shocked look in their eyes.

The yellow-robed old man also seemed to see that this pair of gloves was soft.

He frowned, and quickly reached out to touch the top of the fist glove.

"Smack..."

There was a crisp sound, and the old man's hand had not yet touched this pair of gloves, and Xiao Yao slapped him directly on the hand.

Lao Dao was slapped by Xiao Yao, and he couldn't help but shrink back, and then his old face sneered.

"Hey, hey... Xiaoyou, since you have already refined it, shouldn't it be time for us to take a look, and we also want to know how powerful this fist glove you have refined is..."Lao Dao smiled at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao glanced at Lao Dao, 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 touch me..."Xiao Yao grinned and said softly.

Xiao Yao naturally didn't want Lao Dao to bang, but now that he had used this most ordinary iron furnace to refine a pair of medium-grade spiritual weapons, how could he not be a treasure.

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

The fist gloves were put on his hand, and immediately a hot feeling came out, which made his heart shake.

"Let's go, this place 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 gates of the city of ghosts had long been closed, and the streets had long since fallen silent.

The blood-red full moon still hung in the sky, and the blood-red moonlight dyed the entire land a bright red color.

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

And beside him was the yellow-robed old man and the white-clothed Bai Impermanence.

"Ahem... Xiaoyou, how do you want to try?" looked at Xiao Yao's excited eyes, and suddenly couldn't help but hurriedly ask.

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

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yao directly raised a fist.

Looking at this fist with black gloves, Xiao Yao was a little excited.

He now wants to take this fist and try the "Split Fist" set he cultivated.

"Split Fist" is so powerful that it can concentrate his own aura on one point and fight it.

So now he wants to see how powerful he can do with a boxing glove.

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

Immediately after, this white aura quickly surged towards his fist.

A white light instantly appeared on the dark gloves.

"Drink..."

Xiao Yao roared loudly in his mouth, and an iron fist swung directly over.

"Chirp"

A piercing and crisp sound sounded directly.

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

As 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 shaky for a while.

"When, when, when..."

A few crisp sounds sounded, and I saw that a few tables, chairs and benches couldn't withstand such a powerful fist wind, and fell directly to the ground.

Immediately after, I saw that the white light still did not stay, and directly hit the dark giant gate of the ghost capital city.

"Boom!!"

The moment the white light collided with the giant gate, a loud sound rang out.

This sound is like a muffled thunder in the sky, and people are so frightened that they just want to cover their ears.

After this muffled sound, the yellow-robed old Dao and Bai Wuchang, who were standing in the middle of the street, were suddenly dumbfounded.

I saw the two of them standing in place stunned, looking at the swarthy giant gate in the distance with a pair of big eyes in shock.

At this time, a fist-sized hole appeared on the top of the huge black door.

If you look out from this hole, you can see the night view outside.

At this moment, the yellow-robed old man was completely confused.

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

Is this Nima the power of the seventh-layer master of the foundation building?

This punch actually knocked a huge door weighing thousands of pounds into a big hole!

And it's still such a long distance.

You must know that even a master of the ninth layer of foundation building would not dare to say that he would break a giant gate weighing thousands of catties at such a distance!

"Little, little friend... You, you, are you crazy, can you tell me what level of weapon you are refining..."

The yellow-robed old man looked at the big hole in the giant door in the distance, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva hard.

In fact, now it is not only the yellow-robed old Dao and Bai Wuchang who are shocked, but even Xiao Yao himself is also very shocked.

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

But I never expected that this punch would actually hit the giant gate with a big hole.

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

With the cultivation of the seventh layer of the foundation, it can hit tens of thousands of catties of power, which can be described by the word "horror".

"Hahaha... Okay, good, good! Lao Tzu will use this fist glove in the future..."Xiao Yao shouted excitedly.

Seeing Xiao Yao's excited look, Bai Wuchang, who was standing on the side, directly bowed down and shouted, "Congratulations to your lord for refining the weapon in hand!"

"Ahem... Hey, Xiaoyou, you haven't told me yet, what level of weapon are you, and what is its name..."The yellow-robed old man hurriedly walked up to Xiao Yao, and a pair of old eyes looked greedily at the fist gloves in Xiao Yao's hand.

Hearing the words of the yellow-robed old man, Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment.

"What's your name? I really haven't figured out what to call it..."

"Since it's made of Netherworld Cold Iron, it's better to call it the Splitting Nether Fist..."Xiao Yao muttered in his mouth.

When the yellow-robed old Taoist heard Xiao Yao's words, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

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

Why don't you just say it?