There was a huge roar, as if a peerless beast came out of its cage, and a ferocious aura swept across the world. Even the clouds above the nine heavens were shaken away. The surrounding space rose and fell, and the distorted sight was like Just like the ripples on the lake.
In front of the waterfall, a big beast soared into the sky. It was majestic, several feet tall, and had a hideous face. It opened its mouth and wildly devoured the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth. Under it, a red-glowed glove appeared. There, there is a breathtaking atmosphere.
"It's done."
Feng Hao's eyes were not on the fierce beast, but on the red fist. Faintly, he felt that the glove was like one of his own arms. , in his heart, there was an illusion of blood connection.
"Try it and see if it fits your hand."
At this time, Haotian's steel-like face also showed a look of exhaustion, and he spoke to Feng Hao in a gentle tone.
As long as there are enough materials, it is not troublesome for him to cast a holy weapon, but it is also extremely tiring and laborious.
"laugh,……"
Hearing his weak voice, Feng Hao woke up and with a flick of his finger, a touch of medicine seeped into his body.
"This is……"
Feeling the cooling medicinal properties circulating in his body, Haotian was startled, his pupils slightly dilated, and then he activated these medicinal properties and spread throughout his body.
He remembered the legend about the Lord of Virtual Martial Arts...
Each generation of Xuwu Master controls the only holy pharmacopoeia in the world, the Shennong Pharmacopoeia.
Therefore, he was relieved quickly and did not ask any more questions. However, he was even more certain in his heart that Feng Hao was not lying. He was really the master of virtual martial arts of this generation.
At this time, Feng Hao thought, and the floating gloves floated towards him. At the same time, the surrounding phenomena also slowly disappeared.
"Qiang Qiang..."
If the sound of metal collision resounded, the shining red glove directly attached to Feng Hao's right fist, covering his entire forearm. The texture of the metal was cold and cold. The aura spread out, and it looked seamless, as if the arm was made of metal.
Feng Hao moved his finger joints without feeling any obstruction. The glove on his hand gave him the feeling as if it was covered with a layer of gauze. There was no burden at all. On the contrary, the glove on this fist felt like it was covered with a layer of gauze. Inside the condom, he felt an energy so powerful that it almost suffocated him.
"So strong, worthy of being a holy soldier."
Feng Hao was shocked in his heart. Looking at the shining gloves in his hands, he felt as if he was in a dream.
He actually has a holy weapon.
However, when one considers the power of the giant in front of him, it seems that this is a matter of course.
However, with his current cultivation level, he is still unable to exert the true power of this glove. However, if he is promoted to the holy level, maybe the situation will be different.
Even so, this glove can also allow him to explode several times his own strength.
This is also the reason why Haotian saw that he was known for his strength, so he specially made gloves for him.
"Thank you, Master."
Feng Hao sincerely thanked Haotian with his hands in his hands, feeling silently moved in his heart.
The two of them just met by chance, but the world-famous casting master in front of him selflessly helped this unknown boy.
This touched him deeply, and at the same time, he made up his mind to forge a real imperial weapon in the future to fulfill Haotian's wish.
"As long as it fits."
Soft lines appeared on Haotian's steely face, "Give it a name yourself."
"Um."
Feng Hao nodded and focused on the gloves in his hands.
On the gloves, the textures everywhere are mottled, as if they were born without any flaws. The body of the fist shines with a cold red light, like a red flame beating. He stroked the body of the fist with his left hand, His eyes lit up and he said, "Let's call him Chi Yan."
"Qiang Qiang..."
The glove groans naturally, as if it is shouting in joy, and the light on it is constantly flashing.
"Well, from now on, get along well with it."
Seeing such a tacit understanding between the two, Haotian nodded with satisfaction, "You go and get ready, then come with me to 'Xuanmingtian'."
When he went to prepare the materials, he had already learned about the latest developments in the tomb of Lord Xuwu, so he did not dare to delay when he arrived.
"good."
Upon hearing this, Feng Hao quickly calmed down his emotions, and after thanking him again, he quickly walked away from the valley.
"This kid...can he break the curse of the Lord of Virtual Martial Arts?"
Watching his leaving figure, Haotian's eyes showed a worried look.
It is true that the masters of virtual martial arts in each generation are peerless figures. However, in their later years or at their peak, they all fell sadly. Almost all of them disappeared, and died silently in some forbidden or dangerous place.
Because of his identity, he knew a little about the rumors about the Lord of Virtual Martial Arts...
Although the body of Xuwu can bring extraordinary talents and strength to each generation of Xuwu Lords, it is like a curse. Each generation of Xuwu Lords seems... also because of their own physique. Fell sadly.
Everything with advantages has disadvantages.
How could a mortal body be able to withstand supreme power?
Of course, he was indeed shocked after learning that Feng Hao himself was the virtual master of this generation by default. He also knew that Feng Hao would eventually reach the top. However, Feng Hao could not break this curse that no one has broken for eternity. Whether to break,.
He wasn't sure.
"well……"
Under the waterfall, he left a sigh.
…
"Brother Hao."
When Feng Hao came back, everyone including Qiong Ling'er, who was about to enter samadhi, came out to greet him with excitement on their faces. It was like three autumns after not seeing each other for one day, and they were glued to Feng Hao and refused to come down.
After some tenderness and comfort, Feng Hao suppressed the smile on his face.
The matter of 'Xuanmingtian' cannot be delayed any longer.
"Brother Hao, what's wrong?"
Qiong Ling'er, who was tired in his arms, was the first to notice his abnormality. She frowned slightly and asked.
"I just need to go out and take care of some small things. It may take a while before I can come back, so I came over to say hello first."
Feng Hao retracted the arm holding Yan Qing, stretched out his hand to smooth her frown, and said with a faint smile.
He didn't want the three women to worry about him. Moreover, after possessing the gloves of the holy soldier level, he was more confident to face those geniuses from all races.
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