Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

After repeatedly building the mud wall, Yang Ming and A Yin were exhausted.

They sat and rested under the banyan tree, looking at the half-built wooden house not far away. The brown mud walls were stacked half a meter high and were gradually drying in the sun. Mottled marks appeared on the surface, which looked a bit ugly. People didn't feel it was eye-catching at all, but instead had a sense of accomplishment that was built from scratch.

A Yin subconsciously took out a cigarette in his pocket, and suddenly realized that this was Douluo Continent game, not in the real world. He had to pick up a piece of Setaria on the ground, hold it in his mouth, and the Setaria was slightly bitter. The taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, replacing the taste of nicotine, and it has a refreshing effect.

"Brother Yang Ming, why don't you buy a hoe martial spirit? There are only a few novice players here. When everything is difficult at the beginning, it is not a good thing to save money to buy excellent martial arts in the game mall."

"There are items in the game store that can activate the second martial spirit. At worst, you can spend money to activate the second martial spirit later."

Yang Ming picked up the bamboo tube and drank the remaining water inside.

The water from the creek had a faint sweetness, which moistened his dry throat.

A Yin's suggestion also made sense. Yang Ming took a look at the Qinglong Wuhun, which ranked first in the game mall. The price was a full 100 million destiny coins. It took such a sky-high price that he didn't know how to get it together in the year of the monkey. At the moment, he and the players Even surviving in the Soul Hunting Forest is difficult, so maybe it’s time to lower your standards appropriately.

That being said, among martial arts spirits worth less than one hundred destiny coins, they are generally ordinary goods.

The hoe martial spirit, the sickle martial spirit, the blue silver grass martial spirit, the windmill martial spirit, the wooden pear martial spirit, the cart martial spirit... they are all some good martial arts that people don't know where to start complaining about.

Yang Ming couldn't afford a martial spirit worth more than one hundred destiny coins for the time being, so he could only watch helplessly.

Things like the rare and powerful martial spirits that appeared in the original work, the Seraph Spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit, etc., all cost around one million destiny coins.

"There's no rush now, just treat it as a casual game anyway."

After hearing Yang Ming's explanation, A Yin looked at the mud stains on his trousers and clothes, and then looked down at his hands. Due to the shock force caused by cutting down the tree, a shallow crack opened in his tiger's mouth. My hands have started to get calluses, and I still feel a little numb in my hands, and I can't feel strong anymore.

He is as tired as a dog now, how can he still call this a casual game?

The strange thing is that even though he is so tired, Ayin feels a strange sense of fulfillment, which is a feeling that he does not have when playing other Douluo Continent games.

In this extremely realistic Douluo Dalu game, there are no full-screen recharge reminders, nor are there too many tasks to dazzle the human eye. The game mode up to now has been described as monotonous, and the main tasks are so simple that they barely point at the player. The nose tells the player that they need to survive in the soul hunting forest.

In fact, A Yin sometimes thinks that this game is so outrageous that it might not even have a novice village!

Do not!

Under normal circumstances, the game will choose Holy Soul Village as the novice village.

And now, they may have to set out on their own to find a new village.

Really makes people cry!

Lying on the soft grass under the banyan tree, Ayin didn't think about anything. He folded his hands on the back of his head and felt the breeze blowing in the forest, bringing a natural and fresh smell. The branches and leaves on the banyan tree rustled and occasionally fell. On the next two withered leaves, the sunlight penetrates through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting spots of light, which gives a feeling of contentment.

Neither Yang Ming nor A Yin spoke. They were exhausted after working for several hours since morning.

Besides, two big men don’t have much to talk about. How can they have fun chatting with a girl?

The two of them were so tired that their eyelids were chattering. Fortunately, they also remembered that this was a dangerous soul-hunting forest, and they knew that the feces of little white rabbits were scattered nearby. The aura left by Xiao Wu was enough to frighten most powerful soul beasts. , but no one can guarantee whether an accident will happen at any time.

Both of them were resting with half-closed eyes, and part of their minds were focused on paying attention to the movements around them. If there was any disturbance, they would be able to react immediately.

The midday sun began to tilt toward the west, and the air became hotter. The summer cicadas on the trees made noisy noises, one after another, echoing in the forest, like playing an outstanding symphony.

After resting for about an hour and a half, Yang Ming and A Yin suddenly woke up when they heard undisguised footsteps coming from the forest on the right.

Yang Ming is holding a simple stone hammer he made in his hand, and A Yin is holding a hoe in both hands like a samurai sword. Who knows why he is in this posture, maybe he thinks this can improve his combat effectiveness?

The two of them stared nervously at the forest on the right, as the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

is it human?

Or a soul beast?

A hand wearing a deerskin glove reached out from the bushes and pushed aside the plants blocking the road. A young man wearing adventure clothes emerged from the grass.

This young man is tall, has delicate features, and looks very handsome. Especially when you see his profile, he is full of handsomeness and gentleness.

The young man was wearing a spacious adventure suit. There were four square pockets on the suit, which could hold many items. There were several sachets hanging on the belt around his waist. He didn't know what they were used for, but the mosquitoes nearby didn't dare to get close. Young people seem to be influenced by these sachets.

The young man was carrying a backpack with bulging things in it. He was holding a wooden root as a hiking pole in his right hand. His feet were wearing leather hiking boots. His clothes were dusty and there were a few fallen leaves in his hair that he had not had time to pick. He looked like It seems that he has lost his way in the forest and is anxiously looking for a way out.

The young man walked out of the bushes and grass, and saw an obvious clearing in front of him. The weeds on the ground had been cleaned up artificially. Not far away, there was a wooden house being built and a stove being worked on. There were two people his age. The young man, who looked almost the same, was holding a weapon and looking at himself nervously.

When he saw the young man's face, Ayin blinked to confirm that he had seen it correctly.

Although the young man in front of him is too young and not as decadent as in the original work, A Yin, as a fan of Douluo, will never admit the wrong person.

Because he is one of the scumbags in the eyes of Douluo fans, Master Yu Xiaogang!

The moment A Yin recognized the other party's identity, he couldn't help shouting:

"Yu Xiaogang, you scumbag!"

Yu Xiaogang: "???"