Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

Chapter 56: Comparable to a soul guide

Fang Zheng put on this piece of clothing woven from the silk of the Man-Faced Demon Spider. It looked like a normal shirt. It was completely white in color. When he put it on, Fang Zheng felt it was a little compact. It was obvious that his figure was not that strong. She has a thin body shape, but when the clothes are put on, the clothes seem to shrink automatically.

Having said that, Fang Zheng didn't feel stuffy and uncomfortable, and felt that it fit him somewhat.

After turning 360° on the spot, Fang Zheng found that it was okay and walked out of the textile room.

Just now, he was concentrating on extracting spider silk and weaving clothes in the textile room. Fang Zheng didn't care much about the passage of time. Unexpectedly, it passed by in the afternoon. The rain on the ground had long evaporated, and many familiar faces had already appeared. Activities throughout the player camp.

Fang Zheng came to the bonfire and spoke on the regional channel:

"I used the silk of the Man-Faced Demon Spider to weave a piece of clothing. If you are interested in buying it, you can come to the square to buy it."

There are only ten players in the closed beta test, and few people chat in the regional channel on weekdays. Now that such a news suddenly appeared, many people immediately noticed it, which was like an excellent advertisement.

After a while, the players who were busy all put down their work and rushed over from everywhere, even Yang Ming was no exception.

In Yang Ming's original plan, the textile industry was a very important industry, which determined whether the player camp could be self-reliant. Now that a player has finally made a breakthrough in this area, he will naturally not miss it.

Soon, a large number of people gathered around the campfire.

Looking at the clothes Fang Zheng was wearing, many people's mouths twitched slightly.

Although Fang was knitting the clothes according to the specifications of a normal shirt, how can I put it this way, when wearing this short white shirt, it always feels like the kind of hood a woman wears, but it's just enlarged a lot.

There are many players who have this idea, and they all complained:

"Brother, aren't these clothes too ugly?"

"No, what's the use of buying this kind of clothes?"

"Whether you are strong or not is a temporary issue, and whether you are handsome or not is a lifelong matter. If I go out dressed so ugly, I am afraid of being laughed to death!"

"By the way, brother, what is the use of your clothes? How is it different from ordinary clothes?"

Everyone's words and words have reduced this dress to nothing.

Fang Zheng never wavered from beginning to end and seemed very confident in his professional affairs.

The players saw that Fang Zheng's expression did not change. The disappointment they felt after seeing the clothes gradually subsided and they regained their composure. They wanted to see what Fang Zheng said. If there was nothing unique about this dress, they would not It'll cost you a penny.

Players are also very good at things like careful calculation.

"You will know if you read it patiently."

With that said, Fang Zheng picked up a sharpened bamboo spear on the ground and stabbed it at himself.

The tip of the bamboo spear was very sharp and could easily penetrate into the body of the wild boar.

What's more, looking at Fang Zheng's movements and demeanor, it was obvious that he did not hold back his strength, but used all his strength.

This scared everyone.

"Brother, that's not the case, is it?"

"Are you committing suicide live?"

However, soon after the players were about to speak, the sound was swallowed alive as soon as it reached their mouths, and pairs of eyes stared directly at Fang Zheng.

Don't get me wrong, they were not interested in Fang Zheng, but because in their sight, when the bamboo gun in Fang Zheng's hand came into contact with the clothes on his body, it was unable to penetrate in, as if it encountered a huge obstacle. Same.

"Isn't this scientific?"

Da Sima took the bamboo spear from Fang Zheng's hand and shot it at the big banyan tree not far away.

After being promoted to a soul master, Da Sima's strength has improved greatly than before. Although his posture is not as standard as that of a professional athlete, the power of the throw is not inferior to that of a professional athlete. There was a "whoosh" sound in the wind, and the bamboo spear was firmly inserted into the trunk of the tree.

The entire head of the bamboo spear was buried deep, leaving only the second half of the bamboo pole swinging in the air, showing the attack power of this blow.

"Hey, this bamboo gun is normal, how come it can't break just a piece of clothing?"

Da Sima looked back at Fang Zheng, moved the wrist joints of his hands, and made a series of "crackling" sounds, like fried beans, and said: "How about I try to punch you a few times to test this thing of yours?" Is the defensive power of clothing real or fake?”

Originally, in Da Sima's opinion, the performance just now was probably Founder's buyer's show, and he would definitely not let himself test it.

But who would have expected that Fang Zheng's performance exceeded his expectations and he said very normally:

"what ever."

"You have courage! You have courage! I admire you!" Da Sima gave Fang Zheng a thumbs up, his teeth shining in the sun, and said, "Then I won't be polite!"

As he spoke, Da Sima lowered his waist, stepped forward with his horse's legs, clenched his right fist and hit Fang Zheng in the chest.

The moment it came into contact with the clothes, Da Sima felt that his punch was like a mud cow entering the sea. All the power was dispersed, so that the damage caused to Fang Zheng was actually minimal. Even though the opponent was so thin, he should have endured it. He couldn't help but punch himself, but during the whole process, his body didn't even sway slightly, and even his expression remained as usual.

This is great.

"It won't be so magical, right?"

Da Sima tried a few more punches unbelievingly, but soon found to his dismay that the defensive power of this piece of clothing was beyond common sense.

"How about I try the martial arts spirit?" Zhang San said nonchalantly, but he summoned his own martial spirit nine-tooth rake in his hand and waved it vigorously.

Looking at the ferocious appearance of the Nine-Tooth Nail Rake, Fang Zheng's brows kept beating, and a feeling of impending disaster came to his heart.

"Ahem! I think let's forget it." Fang Zheng quickly gave in and said, "My clothes are only woven with the silk of ordinary human-faced demon spiders. After all, their defense power is limited. If it is a trained human-faced demon spider, Demon spiders, their spider silk is much tougher, and only the clothes they weave can withstand damage from weapon spirits."

After hearing Fang Zheng's explanation, everyone felt a little relieved.

"The silk of the Man-Faced Demon Spider is indeed extremely tough, but it also has its own weakness, which is that it is extremely afraid of fire. Let's take a look at its fire resistance now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng took off his clothes and threw them over the bonfire.

The moment it came into contact with the flames, the clothes were instantly ignited and turned into a small fireball, which was quickly burned to ashes.

(End of this chapter)