Li Banfeng sorted through the tattered clothes on the ground to see if he could find any magic weapons or spiritual objects.

Nian Xiu's perception is acceptable, but he is not good at fighting. If he dares to be an assassin, he must have at least one highly offensive spiritual object on him.

But to Li Banfeng's disappointment, after searching for a long time, he found nothing but rags on the ground.

The elders of the Qingshou Association don’t have any good property?

Li Banfeng didn't believe it, so he looked aside again, and this time he finally got something.

Among the pile of rags is a yarn glove.

What are yarn gloves?

It is the most commonly used glove for workers. This glove is quite old and has a lot of oil stains on it. It is wrinkled and shrunk in the rags. It is really hard to find it.

Is this a magic weapon?

It doesn't look like it.

Li Banfeng took his gloves and shook them off twice. He didn't feel any spiritual energy, but shaken off a lot of dust.

But Li Banfeng didn't throw away the glove. Wu Decheng was the elder of the Qingshou Association. With his status, it was impossible for him to go to the construction site to work. It was unreasonable to wear such a glove.

Use this glove to cover fingerprints?

Is it necessary to do this kind of thing in Prozhou?

Even if you really need to cover your fingerprints, you'll need at least one pair of gloves, and you'll also need to get a new pair.

Li Banfeng took his gloves to the record player and said, "Madam, is this thing spiritual?"

The lady picked up the glove with the needle, observed it for a while and said: "It's not very spiritual, it's just a broken glove."

Are they really just broken gloves?

Li Banfeng thought for a moment, took the gloves to the second room, and brought them to Honglian.

Guren didn't respond.

Li Banfeng sat next to Hong Lian and said in a soft tone: "Alian, I see you have lost weight these days. Take this to replenish your body quickly."

Eat this?

Are you kidding?

Throw all the junk at me!

Honglian still ignored her, and Li Banfeng became angry and moved Honglian to the main room.

"Madam, this bitch doesn't listen to me. I asked her to eat the gloves. If she doesn't eat, let's take action."

"Hey, my husband, you let this bitch eat your gloves?" The record player laughed twice, then corrected his tone, "Bitch, you do whatever my husband tells you to do, you don't have to pick and choose!"

As she spoke, the steam had wrapped Hong Lian. Hong Lian was really not afraid of being beaten, but she was currently refining Wu Decheng's corpse. If she fought with the record player, she might be in an accident.

In desperation, the red lotus opened its petals, and the heart of the lotus was filled with whirlwind, ready to put the gloves in.

Gloves moved a few inches closer to Lian Xin, then suddenly jumped up and avoided Lian Xin's range.

Guren was stunned.

The lady was stunned.

How could a piece of yarn glove with no spirituality escape Honglian's whirlwind?

And when he was disguised as ordinary gloves, neither Niangzi nor Honglian noticed that he was spiritual.

"Hey, sir, this thing is very spiritual!" The record player breathed out air to subdue the gloves. The gloves shuttled between the gaps in the steam at extremely fast speeds, and their movements were extremely flexible.

Seeing this, Honglian opened six of the seven holes in the lotus heart, and the remaining one was refining Wu Decheng.

The six whirlwinds were like six snakes flying up and down, but they still couldn't catch the glove.

The lady saw the opportunity and cooperated with Honglian to force the gloves into the corner.

The gloves have no way out, there is a whirlwind to the left and steam to the right.

After a moment of stalemate, the glove hit the right side.

The lady used steam to tightly control the glove.

The glove is still looking for an opening to escape.

The steam became denser and denser, forming a seal.

Being sealed by a lady is better than being eaten by Red Lotus. Gloves made the right choice.

Since it can make the right choice, it proves that the glove has intelligence and is not low in intelligence.

This is a magic weapon!

While strengthening the seal, the lady asked: "Where are you from?"

Gloves made no sound.

The record player increased the temperature of the steam: "I asked you where it came from?"

Gloves sneered: "A little torture, just to force me to speak. You think I'm a weakling."

He sounded like a middle-aged man.

The record player increased the steam temperature again, and the gloves sneered again: "I am a traveling magic weapon, and my name can fly with the wind!"

Travel training.

Li Banfeng's eyes lit up.

"Traveler!" The lady was instantly furious, and the three trumpets spewed steam at the same time.

The temperature suddenly rose, and the gloves screamed: "What happened to the traveler? Do you have any grudge against you?"

"The hatred is as deep as the sea!" The lady's voice became more and more gloomy.

Li Banfeng hurriedly advised: "Madam, the traveling magic weapon is very rare, why not leave it to me."

"My husband wants the means to travel and practice. Bitch Hong Ying is enough. There is no need to leave another disaster!"

The steam temperature was still rising, and Glove shouted: "Wait a minute, I have something else to say, I don't..."

The lady is not willing to listen to him, she just wants to burn this glove to ashes.

Hong Ying laughed loudly and said: "Wicked woman, you have a grudge against me, why bother hurting others? Is it possible that you want to kill all traveling cultivators in the world?"

"Kill one, one less!"

Hong Ying was quite proud: "Wicked woman, I see you going crazy with hatred, but yet you are helpless to me. This pitiful look really suits me."

Tsk la la~

The record player made a cut in the record and made some noise.

"Do you like it?" The record player was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly, "Bitch, this glove belongs to you, right? You used this trick to trick me, do you want me to let him go?"

"The method of provoking generals? What else do I have in mind?" Hong Ying also smiled, "If you want to kill, kill quickly. After you kill me, you can see if I feel uncomfortable. If I feel uncomfortable, you win!"

"Do you recognize him or not?" The record player gritted his teeth. The needle penetrated the glove and tore it up and down. The glove was about to be broken into pieces.

Hong Ying said: "I know it. You must not kill him. Stay here and interrogate him. Maybe you can find out what happened back then."

The record player shouted angrily: "Bitch! How dare you deceive me?"

Hong Ying laughed and said: "Wicked woman, what did I deceive you for? If you want to kill me, you can kill me. If you don't want to kill me, I can't kill you. No matter what you do, I can still laugh. Just to see you hanging here, to see how uncomfortable you are, I

Smile more freely!”

"Hoo!" the record player roared loudly, and the three speakers started to smoke again.

Li Banfeng quickly advised: "Madam, please calm down. If you are angry, you will be fooled."

Huchi~huchi~

The steam cools down suddenly.

The big speaker, which was originally burning red, slowly returned to its original color.

"Hey, sir, my little slave is playing with her. Why should I be angry? A torn glove is not worth my anger."

"My lady is so generous. Let me first feel how big your belly is."

Li Banfeng touched the case, the record player chuckled, the stylus relaxed a little, and the gloves had a moment to breathe.

After laughing, the lady asked the glove: "You just said you had something to say, now you can say it."

Gauntlet panted for a moment, pointed at Hong Ying with one finger and said, "I don't recognize that spear."

Hong Ying adjusted her tone and said slowly: "If you say you don't know me, don't you think this place doesn't have three hundred taels of silver? How can you ask that evil woman to believe you?"

The record player hummed and smiled: "I believe it, I really believe him, I don't doubt it at all,

My husband, the magic weapon of traveling cultivator is indeed rare, but he is extremely intelligent and his level is probably not low either.

With my husband's current cultivation level, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control, so I'll keep it at home for now and deal with it later."

Li Banfeng said with a serious expression: "Madam, don't trust him easily. He may not really be a traveling monk. Let me introduce you to my husband for a little test."
To be continued...