Armor: This system is super protective

In front of Ye Cheng's residence, Xi Zhao nervously pushed open the door.

"Whoosh" a hot wind blew in my face,

I saw a sturdy man holding chopsticks in his right hand, fighting with a bronze iron tower-shaped demon with flames all over his body.

He was still shouting things like “So spicy, so spicy, so spicy”.

Well, actually, Ye Cheng was secretly doing hot pot during working hours in the film industry.

The thick red paint on the lips was not concealed at all.

Xi Zhao didn't expect such a scene inside the door and was stunned!

Then, looking at the fragrant red oil hotpot and the piles of Snow Beer next to it, Xizhao swallowed unconsciously.

At this time, the thick-skinned Ye Cheng seemed to have noticed someone coming, and shouted: "Who is coming?"

Xizhao was startled by the sudden shout and said quickly: "Brother Yecheng, it's me, Xizhao."

"Oh, it's Brother Xizhao."

Ye Cheng calmly took out another pair of chopsticks from under the table and placed them on the table.

"How about sitting down and eating something?"

"No, no, I came to you today to discuss something important.

Xi Zhao watched Ye Cheng's actions and was sweating profusely: "Is this Ye Cheng really reliable?"

"What's the matter?" Ye Cheng leisurely put his feet on the stool.

"To be honest, Bing'er and I have already joined the general's army."

"Ah, that's one of ours. Come and sit down. Would you like to have a bite?"

Ye Cheng had no intention of being an undercover agent at all.

Others are terrified when they are undercover, but you eat and drink well as an undercover, and you don’t have to go to work when you have nothing to do. So, are you being an undercover, or are you just keeping an old man at home?

Xi Zhao pushed the wine glass handed over by Ye Cheng and said: "Brother Ye Cheng, you should also know that my strength is basically..."

"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't be so fussy. You are not a real man," Ye Cheng said angrily.

"Actually, I just want to know where King Kai hid the Golden Shadow Stone?"

"Golden Shadow Stone? I don't know." Ye Cheng replied.

"But aren't you the Snow Mastiff Armor summoner? Why can't you sense the location of the Golden Shadow Stone?" Ye Cheng asked puzzledly.

Yes, I am the summoner of the Snow Mastiff Armor, how can I not even feel the source of my own power?

Xizhao suddenly realized!

Ye Cheng taught Xi Zhao: "Don't take the armor too seriously. The armor is alive. Only when you treat the armor as your partner can you feel the real power of the armor."

"Partner?" Xi Zhao seemed to be thinking about something.

……

"Brother Xizhao, what's wrong? What did Captain Ye say?" As soon as Bing'er saw Xizhao coming back, she couldn't wait to throw herself into Xizhao's arms.

Xi Zhao was pondering Ye Cheng's words, scratching his head and said: "He just told me that armor has life, and let me figure it out myself."

"Hmph, that Ye Cheng is a bastard. If you don't want to help, just say so!" Bing'er pouted and said angrily.

Xizhao patted Bing'er on the head and said, "Okay, don't be angry. Maybe Brother Ye is really teaching me."

"It may also be that my current strength is still too weak and I cannot understand what Brother Ye meant."

"Okay, no more words. You should have a good rest. I'm going to training." Xi Zhao showed a tired smile and slowly walked towards the training room.

Sigh, I really don't know how Ye Cheng trained. Now the pressure on Ye Cheng is getting stronger and stronger, and even he can't breathe. Xi Zhao thought as he walked.

If Ye Cheng were here,

Ye Cheng will definitely tell Xi Zhao: the oppressive feeling on him is the innate suppression of the Shura Armor on the Snow Mastiff Armor.

As the king's armor, Shura Armor inherently suppresses any non-ultimate armor with its king's aura.

Even though Ye Cheng was wearing a pair of armor, his aura was still not comparable to the half-baked snow mastiff armor on Xi Zhao.

As for how to practice?

1000 push-ups and a 5km run every day... Oops, that was wrong.

This is Saitama's way of training.

Ye Cheng’s way of cultivation is to drink hot pot and wine forever.

Strength growth? Isn't it enough to have hands?