Zhong Gaoye's face turned pale and he looked up at Mo Chuan's huge body, feeling cold in his heart.
What is the concept of a 100,000-meter-tall giant?
Thousands of meters of high mountains are just a matter of kicking them away!
His size may not be as big as a single hair on Mo Chuan's body!
How do you want him to punch?
Even if he has mastered the fist level of the Immortal Stage, if he were to fight with Mo Chuan, he might have been blown away by the wind brought by Mo Chuan's huge fist before he even touched Mo Chuan's fist, right?
"Damn it! How did this kid's physical body become so big? Could it be that... he is the legendary body refiner who does not cultivate the true energy and soul, but only cultivates the physical body?!"
Zhong Gaoye cursed in his heart. By now, he already knew that he had made a mistake. Mo Chuan was not a mortal at all. It was just that he did not cultivate Qi, but only cultivated the physical body.
"Physical Refiner?" Liu Ruyue fell to the ground, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at Mo Chuan's giant body, her red lips slightly opened, and she read the same word.
According to legend, there is a special type of monks who only cultivate the physical body but not the Qi and spiritual consciousness, so they are called "body refiners".
Because they specialize in the strength of the physical body, the body of a physical practitioner often has all kinds of incredible special functions.
Both Zhong Gaoye and Liu Ruyue mistook Mo Chuan for a body refiner, and believed that his body's instant enlargement was due to his body's special function.
"Why haven't you punched yet?"
Mo Chuan's huge body stood tall against the sky, looking down at Zhong Gaoye, a little impatient in waiting.
With a smile on his face, Zhong Gaoye resisted trampling on his self-esteem and said: "Fellow Taoist, it was all a misunderstanding before. I didn't really want to kill you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Chuan: "Punch!"
The tone is indifferent, without any emotion.
"you……"
A trace of shame and anger flashed across Zhong Gaoye's face. The clay figurine still possessed a third degree of anger, not to mention that he was the holy son of the Fushan Sect. He usually had other people trying to please him. How could he have ever been so humiliated?
"Okay, you want me to punch, right? This Holy Son will show you right now!"
Suddenly, Zhong Gaoye seemed to have confidence and said coldly.
He took out a pair of crystal gloves emitting black light from the space ring.
Then, he spread his hands, put his hands into the crystal gloves, and clenched them with his fingers.
boom!!!
The black light emitted from the glove suddenly became a lot stronger, causing ripples in the void.
"Originally, I didn't want to use this fist glove, because it is not an ordinary fairy weapon. It can increase the artistic conception and increase my fist level from the first level of the immortal level to the third level of the immortal level!
"However, I am not strong enough now. If I use it forcefully, my energy will be severely damaged and I will not be able to practice for a long time."
Zhong Gaoye murmured to himself, seemingly regretful, but then his voice changed again, his face became gloomy, and he said coldly: "But! You have gone too far in humiliating this Holy Son several times!
"Now, no matter how serious the consequences are for me, this Holy Son, I will still use these gloves to kill you!"
The artistic conception of ninety-nine and eighty-one levels of immortality, each level up can lead to a huge increase in combat power.
What's more, Zhong Gaoye has still been promoted to two levels, and his combat power is even worse.
Zhong Gaoye has no confidence in dealing with Mo Chuan despite being an immortal.
But if he has the third level of Immortal Level Fist Intent, he will be confident and even sure of killing Mo Chuan!
"This pair of gloves is made of...'black rock crystal'?!"
There was a look of shock in Liu Ruyue's beautiful eyes, and she stared at the crystal gloves in amazement. There was even a trace of unhealthy blush on her pale face. This was because her mood fluctuated too much.
One can imagine how much shock the crystal gloves brought to Liu Ruyue.
"Fushan Sect is really generous. They used such a large piece of 'black rock crystal' just to make a pair of boxing gloves for Zhong Gaoye." Liu Ruyue's heart was extremely complicated.
Fushan Sect is one of the three major sects in Qiansheng Prefecture, and its strongest foundation is "Fushan".
Fushan is a strange mountain peak, half floating in the air. There are many precious ores on the mountain that can be used to create excellent immortal weapons.
And the most valuable ore in Fushan is the black rock crystal!
The effect of black rock crystal is rare, and the fairy weapons refined with it can enhance the user's artistic conception!
However, the output of black rock crystals is very small. After years of mining in Fushan, the Fushan Sect has only dug out five black rock crystals!
And Zhong Gaoye's pair of gloves used two black rock crystals at once!
No wonder Liu Ruyue's reaction was so great.
After hearing Liu Ruyue's exclamation, Mo Chuan's eyes lit up slightly.
Black rock crystal?
He had seen the introduction in the ancient books of the White Feather Sect's Sutra Pavilion, so he naturally knew the efficacy of black rock crystal.
This is good stuff!
Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, and his eyes fell on the crystal gloves on Zhong Gaoye's hands.
If these gloves were really made of black rock crystals, they would be perfect for blending into his Soul Fusion Immortal Gold.
In this case, the spirit-melting fairy gold will also have the ability to increase artistic conception.
boom!!!
At this moment, terrifying fluctuations erupted from Zhong Gaoye's fists, activating the surrounding fairy spiritual energy with an astonishing momentum.
"It's done, the fist intention has been enhanced to the third stage of the Immortal Stage!"
A surprised smile appeared on Zhong Gaoye's face.
Then, he clenched his fists, looked up at Mo Chuan, and said coldly: "Boy, don't you want me to punch, so now... I will show you!"
The words fell.
Zhong Gaoye's fists burst into dazzling fire, like the sun in the sky, giving people a sense of awe that they could avoid.
"This punch is called 'Yangyang', a low-grade Xuan-level immortal technique. You can take it!!!"
Zhong Gaoye jumped into the air, clenched his fists, and fired at Mo Chuan with wild fire and rainbow momentum.
Mo Chuan lowered his head and saw only a small black dot glowing with fire, approaching him.
Immediately, with indifferent eyes, he raised his palm as big as a mountain peak and swatted at Zhong Gaoye like a mosquito.
Snap!
Zhong Gaoye was immediately slapped away by a palm and fell to the ground. He was unconscious and foaming at the mouth.
The fire in both fists has long been extinguished like a candle.
"The third stage of Immortal Level Fist Intent?"
"Low-level Xuan-level immortal arts?"
“Fancy!”
Mo Chuan smiled disdainfully and said: "You can use all your tricks, but I will break them all with my strength!"
After that, he pulled out Zhong Gaoye's crystal glove.