If a magic weapon has a spirit, no matter how difficult it is to refine it, as long as you subdue the spirit, it is equivalent to half of it. Then with the help of the spirit, it is not necessary to make any effort to let the magic weapon belong to you.

After leaving the ice hockey that was buried in Xuan Chengzhi, Wang Gong Nanxiang kept waving his palms in front of him, breaking the ice that was constantly forming that was about to surround him.

Soon, he came to the ice hockey that trapped him again.

It was very strange that the ice hockey was slowly shrinking as if it was melting. However, except for the steam on it, there was no melted water.
Chapter completed!