Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun stood there like a goose, but he still stubbornly retorted: "But I already have two people who need to confirm their relationship."

"Isn't that better?" Zhang Bo laughed and said something that stunned Fang Qingyun: "This way, I have found Ju'er's destination."

Chapter 264: Ximi and orange stocks are growing rapidly, and Viola may become the biggest loser

When Naike reminded everyone that the desert had arrived, Fang Qingyun had been thinking in his seat for nearly an hour.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Qingyun felt something approaching. He looked up and saw Ximi, "one of the culprits" who was giving him a headache, floating in front of Fang Qingyun from behind and sitting directly on the armrest next to Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun subconsciously took his hand back to avoid taking advantage of Ximi.

"What else? Uncle Zhang did some ideological work for me. I guess you all heard it in the back." Fang Qingyun sighed. It wasn't that Uncle Zhang's words made him feel wronged, nor was it that he was taking advantage of the situation. He was simply worried about what to do next: "To be honest, I still want to be moved by what Uncle Zhang said..."

"Of course, I am still very confident in my charm." Ximi looked very proud and just used an unprecedented self-reference.

Ximi's self-proclaimed name made Ju'er next to her look sideways, and then she slapped herself on the forehead as if she had lost to Ximi: "Ximi, haven't you noticed that you have been talking without any restraint recently? You are going to grow up, you can't be so out of touch"

Although saying this would make Ju'er sound like the good guy, Fang Qingyun still had to say, "Actually, Ximi, you just need to return to your original self. There's no need to change your habits and ways of doing things because of those things. If our relationship is really settled, I hope I can be with the Ximi who gets into trouble and laughs with me, instead of you who has become a complete motherly person... What we want is growth, not distortion and alienation."

Looking at Fang Qingyun's sincere words and his fiery eyes that could shoot lasers, Ximi blushed. Ju'er next to her was extremely shocked. This was the first time she saw Ximi blush in all these days. Even before, even after confirming that the souls of her three friends were still there, she just cried bitterly. She had excellent self-adjustment ability and never showed any shy expression.

"Oh no..." Fang Qingyun covered his face: "Don't be so shy, you make me feel guilty, it feels like I'm cheating on the feelings of a good girl, my heart is beating with guilt"

In order to interrupt and give the two guys who covered their faces some time to buffer, Juer sighed and asked, "So what did you talk about with Uncle Zhang that made you so shaken now? And why did you think about it for so long? I saw that after Uncle Zhang left, you just sat there like a wooden man."

"In short, Uncle Zhang wants to be my father-in-law, and he wants to be my father-in-law twice." Fang Qingyun used an obscure statement to express Uncle Zhang's overall idea: "I was just thinking about how to take responsibility. We are all adults. This is not a world where miracles can be created with passion and love. I was just thinking about where to build Ximi's house. Should we have more people or fewer people? Ximi will have to make the decision herself at that time."

Ju'er didn't listen to what Fang Qingyun said next. The key words "twice father-in-law" filled her mind and she was in a state of complete shutdown.

"Passengers please get off the bus immediately." Naike's inorganic voice sounded from the carriage. Fang Qingyun looked around as if he had just woken up from a dream. The plants had already got off the bus. There were only three of them left in the empty carriage. He wanted to pat Ximi's waist to remind her that it was time to get off the bus, but after hesitating for a moment, he chose to pat Ximi's shoulder.

After walking out of the carriage, Fang Qingyun naturally felt the warm hospitality from the desert. Perhaps it was because the air conditioner was on in the carriage. When Fang Qingyun walked to the door of the carriage and got out, the heat brushed over his whole body like a gentle hug, and then revealed his true face.

The high-temperature heat flow quickly dissipated the little cool air left in Fang Qingyun's body. Combined with the large light bulb on the top of the dungeon that was like a heater, every second spent in this area was like a torture.

Fang Qingyun, however, enjoyed it very much. Logically speaking, he could take a bath in magma, so how could the heat of 40 or 50 degrees that distorted the surface of the earth cause any interference to him?

Ximi, who was at the back, sorted out his thoughts and felt the soaring temperature when he walked out. He also added some special effects to himself. In Fang Qingyun's eyes, Ximi seemed to be evaporated by the high temperature. He lost weight rapidly, and then turned into ashes under a gust of just the right amount of hot wind.

Juer jumped down from the carriage, squatted down, grabbed some sand from the ground, and rubbed it in his palms: "Building a railway on such soft sand is not an easy job."

Fang Qingyun looked at the vegetative people struggling to move forward in the sand in the distance, and touched his chin: "I have never seen these vegetative people drink water. Don't they need it? This is a desert."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Ximi reassembled himself from his ash state, stretched out a finger and talked eloquently: "Plant people need water resources. This is the best camping spot that I asked Naike to choose. Not only does it have eroded rocks that can provide shade, but it also has a precious small oasis. It only takes more than 200 meters to get there."

Fang Qingyun looked at the rock in the distance that looked like a huge awning and shrugged: "Uncle Zhang hasn't told me where his book is. I'll go back quickly and deal with it quickly."

"What about those precious ingredients? Don't you want them? You don't want to build the special landforms in your world?" Ximi refuted Fang Qingyun with just two sentences: "Besides, there are all kinds of strange monsters here. Even if they are not used as ingredients, it is necessary to breed monsters and harvest all kinds of materials. You never know when these materials will be used?"

"That makes sense." Fang Qingyun nodded: "I think I can go alone. It's not convenient to move with a large group. We can meet here later."

"I'll go with you?" Ximi suggested. Although Ju'er next to him didn't say anything, his eyes revealed the same idea.

"Just get some fresh air in the shade, and then you can have Naike broadcast the whole process live." Fang Qingyun shrugged. He drew out his holy sword, which was now emitting cool air in the desert. It was a waste of resources to use the concept of cold as air conditioning. "And this isn't my first time in the desert."

Fang Qingyun shrugged casually: "Anyway, the underground city is basically a one-way street, so there is no chance of getting dizzy. Besides, there is also a desert in my hometown, called the Sinai Desert, and it has special specialties."

Juer asked curiously, "What specialty?"

Fang Qingyun grinned: "Sniper"

That’s right, when he was fighting in the battlefield, he was always disgusted by the snipers in the Sinai Desert. Later, Fang Qingyun thought of a better way to counter it, which was to become a sniper himself.

After Fang Qingyun left, Ju'er was still in shock. When Ximi pulled Ju'er to set up the live broadcast site, she came back to her senses. Seeing Ximi happily setting up the shade like a large theater and starting to cook fried chicken, Ju'er sighed, "I can't imagine how bad the living environment of an apprentice is... The specialty of the desert is actually a sniper..."

"The apprentice may just be joking with you." Ximi cut the chicken leg in his hand twice to make it easier to season it, and mixed the seasoning with the chicken leg with his hands: "Besides, we can still call you apprentice now, but after a while, we may have to call you junior brother."

"Uncle Zhang wants to accept him as his disciple?" Ju'er asked in surprise.

"Of course not." Ximi wrapped the marinated chicken legs in bread crumbs and threw them directly into the frying pan. The splashing oil passed over her body like parallel lines that could not intersect. "If it's not against the rules, we might have to call him senior brother."

"Forget it, let's not talk about that anymore." Ju'er could tell that Ximi didn't say a word of truth, it was all jokes: "Hurry up and finish these snacks. I'll go find Naike and make the screen bigger so that those vegetative patients can see it."

"Are you crazy?" Ximi looked at Ju'er with surprise, who was looking serious. Usually, Ximi was the one who jumped out of the circle, and Ju'er was responsible for holding Ximi back and preventing her from doing anything wrong. Now Ju'er had proposed such a big deal, which caught Ximi off guard.

"I'm serious," Ju'er said seriously. She also helped Ximi, who was in shock, to pick up two over-fried chicken legs. "The incident with the King of the Forest taught me a lot of lessons. Those vegetative people have narrow vision after all. It's impossible to expect them to develop into high-quality talents one day. Therefore, what we need is publicity."

"You can't tell lies." Ximi fished out the fried chicken from the frying pan. The fried chicken filled several plates. "The apprentice doesn't like to tell lies. When Uncle Zhang asked him in that tone, I felt..."

She licked her tongue, not knowing what adjective to use. Is it heartache? Not to that extent. Is it too much? It is not appropriate to describe Zhang Bo who spoke for her like this. She actually didn't care about this lie, but Fang Qingyun's attitude told her that although the mistake was small, it was still a mistake.

"I understand what you mean." Ju'er interrupted Ximi. "There's no need to use false propaganda. We just need to show those vegetative people everything the apprentice has done and let them know what he has done. We just need to present the facts, and they will sing praises for him themselves."

"But he doesn't like personality cult either." Ximi lowered his head and continued to work on the things in his hands: "Excessive personality cult will lead to a lack of progress. The deconstruction and re-meaning of behavior will make progress even slower."

"But this can make society more stable and reduce the possibility of people like Ice Cream appearing," Juer argued. No one knows better than her the harm that ambitious people like Ice Cream can do to the regime. If they are not on guard once, the whole society will regress. "And a moderate amount of personality cult can still increase the motivation of the whole society."

Ximi stopped what he was doing, turned off the oil pan, and sighed: "Do whatever you want. If he hates it, I will take the responsibility with you."

"……Thanks"

Chapter 265: I think I am the warboss!

"Okay, everyone, welcome to Lao Fang's live commentary. In order to prevent the host from dying suddenly and being unable to say the closing remarks, I will end here: May there be eternal peace in the world." Fang Qingyun joked to the other end of the live broadcast. He didn't know how many people were on the other side yet. He thought there were less than ten people watching at most.

"Keep exploring, we are all watching you," Ju'er shouted loudly. She was a little far away from the live broadcast speakers, so she had to shout so loudly so that Fang Qingyun could hear her.

She had originally planned to stay with the vegetative people, observe this race up close, and learn about their culture and traditions. Perhaps it was because of her previous fighting figure that all the plants remembered her, and they spontaneously made room for her in a position with the best view. Some plants were even worried that she was too small and her view would be blocked by other large vegetative people, so they specially cleared a position on top of the durian's head that would not prick her butt for her to sit on. This made Ju'er, who was knocked over by these vegetative people, feel complicated.

Now she is sitting on the top of the durian, and the vegetative patients next to her are sitting obediently in a row. There is also a tube next to her that Naike asked someone to connect. With a slight pull, water can be pumped up from the pool next to it to keep the surrounding plants hydrated.

The plant people were quite quiet. Although they had never seen the huge screen, they guessed that it might be what was happening somewhere.

Ximi, the three skeletons, Zhang Bo, the big vine, the thorny fence and the mushroom professor sat together. Wangcai's huge body and soft belly served as a sofa. There was a large plate of fried chicken nuggets at Wangcai's mouth.

The meat comes from a unique species in this desert, the sandgrouse. It has little fighting power but is very aggressive. When it chases prey (if the prey is big enough to kill the prey, it is considered prey), the sand attached to its body when it runs and inhales air, will make terrifying music, as if there is a cold-blooded killer in a white mask and holding a knife staring at you in the dark.

As a spirit, Ximi could "interact" with the fried chicken, but she couldn't taste any flavor. The fried chicken would be converted into magic power the moment it went into her stomach. Therefore, she didn't eat any food, but just watched others eat happily.

"Boss, didn't you notice? We are skeletons, we can't eat." Zhiwei spread his hands, and the chicken leg that was stuffed into the leaky mouth quickly rolled down the bone rack and returned to Zhiwei's hand intact: "Except for making the inside of the armor full of oil, it has no effect."

Big Ivy is still as cool as ever. The scar on his eye and the determined look on his pursed lips make people wonder if he is owed money. "Actually, I am quite satisfied with these... If Wang had included these fried chickens in my salary... maybe I would have fought the zombies for a longer time."

"Wow, wow!" The sound coming from the live broadcast interface made everyone look sideways. Fang Qingyun was staring at the hot sand under his feet. The temperature of the sand was so high that a little fire was visible on the surface of the sand like lava. The shoes on Fang Qingyun's feet that had accompanied him for a lifetime were smoking and finally burned in front of Fang Qingyun.

The flames did not make Fang Qingyun feel the heat. For a ruthless person like him who took lava baths, he had used the frost form of the holy sword only to cool down other people. In Fang Qingyun's opinion, this lava floor was too cold even for steaming the soles of his feet.

But the shoes on his feet were just a pair of ordinary shoes. Although they were quite new when he traveled through time and time again, after being destroyed again and again, the shoes had a big hole in them like a clown with a knife cut on its mouth. Now they were even more like a pile of unwanted debris.

Fang Qingyun stepped off his shoes and threw them far away. This action made the plant people unconsciously take a breath together, making an outstanding contribution to cooling the entire desert: "Look at that zombie, it's so powerful that it's not even afraid of fire."

"That's the Eternal President," the banana who was watching the show whispered, "I heard about it from the conversations of the old bananas. Everyone wanted to recommend him to be the Eternal President, but later they thought the name was not nice and wanted to call him the King of the Forest..."

Ju'er, who was eavesdropping nearby, almost rolled off Durian's back. Letting an apprentice become the king of the forest? It would be better not to promote it. Such a personal worship will sooner or later send him to the altar, from the king of the forest to the god of the forest.

What Ju'er didn't know was that Fang Qingyun really killed a forest god. If these plant people believed in him sincerely... I'm afraid Fang Qingyun would really transform from a human into a god.

Although it's a more vegetable kind.

"But then I heard from the old seniors in our place." Tomato turned around and whispered the gossip he heard. This simple action caused the grenades on its body to collide with each other, making a loud noise. The axe that was not properly grasped fell like a guillotine, bounced off the durian shell next to it, and knocked itself off its feet: "It seems that they are going to be nominated to be the consul... That's what the yellow man said."

"He's our boss anyway." The durian that was hit by the axe touched the place where it was chopped. Its hard shell rubbed against each other, and debris flew everywhere. Its loud voice bombarded the entire audience area like a bomb: "I also heard from our smartest one that he will be..."

"Too loud, big guy." The pineapple in front hit the durian's leg with a hammer in dissatisfaction. Only this action could make this stupid guy realize what he had done.

"Oh, sorry," Durian apologized softly. Although it tried its best to lower its voice, the volume only changed from the original bombardment to the current subwoofer: "We want him to be the boss, he is the strongest, he is the biggest!"

"Everyone, watch carefully." Fang Qingyun's voice made everyone focus on the screen. Fang Qingyun was holding a steel fork made of a holy sword in his hand. He had taken off his shirt at some point. Now he was wearing only a pair of shorts and looked like a savage from a primitive tribe. Beside him were scarabs that had felt the vibration and had crawled out of the sand. "I'm going to show you a Runtu stabbing a cuckoo."

The scarabs were not very big. When they lay on the ground with their legs folded up, they were about the same size as the luggage allowed at the airport. Moreover, their appearance was much better than the various monsters Fang Qingyun had seen before.

The scarab's shell was streamlined in light blue, with horns sticking out like a rhinoceros beetle, and transparent wings when they were spread open. At least in terms of appearance, Fang Qingyun thought these scarabs looked pretty good, and their legs were clean, not covered with shiny bristles like cockroaches.

Soon, a dozen scarabs gathered together and circled around Fang Qingyun as if they were hunting in a group. Their sharp forelimbs were waving like swords, but they were still too short in front of Fang Qingyun's two-meter-long steel fork.

Fang Qingyun tried to move forward. The surrounding lava floor only made the soles of his feet slightly warm. Those scarabs seemed to have the same resistance to high temperatures as him. They maintained the encirclement and moved with Fang Qingyun.

As the moving distance increased, the scarab became more and more anxious. Fang Qingyun gave up the idea of ​​continuing to play and rushed straight to the front of the road.

At this moment, all the scarabs spread their wings as if they had received some order, forming attack postures from multiple angles.

Some scarabs folded their wings, relying on the horizontal speed provided by their wings to accelerate, and rushed towards Fang Qingyun like a small chariot. Some scarabs leaped up, like a low-altitude diving fighter, and stretched out their two front limbs to cut Fang Qingyun in half.

But Fang Qingyun had put on that look of being on high alert before just to increase the sense of immersion, or to show off in front of Ximi and the others. In fact, even if he just stood there and let these scarabs bite him, it would be difficult for these scarabs to cause any harm to him.

The steel fork in Fang Qingyun's hand shot out like a coiled dragon and accurately hit the scarab that was flying towards him. Although the scarab's shell had a unique slippery feeling, as if if Fang Qingyun was holding an ordinary steel fork, it would slip and ricochet, but this was a steel fork transformed from a holy sword, and the slippery feeling was like an illusion. The steel fork in Fang Qingyun's hand pierced it easily, and then swept across like a long-handled sledgehammer, smashing the other scarabs away.

The scalding soles of his feet, which were scalded by the lava floor, fell on the scarab that rushed over from the ground like an irresistible hydraulic press. The scarab, like a cannonball, was as fragile as an ordinary insect in the face of this huge force. Fang Qingyun pressed down hard, pressing the scarab's abdomen close to the ground.

The boiling lava made the scarab's legs flap constantly, and soon the scarab was completely motionless under the high temperature, and its internal organs had been roasted.

"If I'm not mistaken..." The steel fork in Fang Qingyun's hand seemed to come alive, repelling the scarabs flying around. Even after Fang Qingyun let go and began to study the scarab that died from the high temperature, the steel fork was still executing its orders: "The legs of these scarabs are insulated, and their bodies are only generally heat-resistant. They will still die if they come into direct contact with the lava."

"Then bring some back to raise them," Ximi shouted, "and try to see if their meat is suitable for deep-frying."

Fang Qingyun took out a glass jar from a plastic bag and began to catch the scarabs that were still trying to pounce on him: "Didn't you say that monster food will explode if it is not properly prepared?"

"Indeed," Ximi nodded. "Ordinary people eat fried food, what does it have to do with you, a person who can arm wrestle with Pu Cui? Besides, frying is the most basic processing method, and any monster can try it. This is how we tried it when we were tasting the dishes. Otherwise, if you fry a dish once, you won't have enough lives to eat it."

"And their shells seem to have a special deflection force." Fang Qingyun picked up a struggling scarab and tried it with his fingers. Every time he poked his fingers at the scarab, it would unconsciously avoid it, as if there was a special repulsive force. "It looks like we can test the deflection ability of this thing. If it works... maybe we can use it as a counter-attack."

Chapter 266: Collecting Food Ingredients - I Mean Preserving the Ecosystem

"Putting explosive counterattacks on everything will only harm you," Ximi continued Fang Qingyun's words.

"Do you guys have the same joke?" Fang Qingyun thought of the little man who looked like a little crocodile or a broken banana, and made an expression that said "What the hell are you doing?"

"Maybe some information between worlds is interoperable?" Ximi shrugged: "At least this can effectively reduce communication problems."

"...In that case, I doubt whether the place I came from is the so-called 'upper level'," Fang Qingyun said as he dissected a scarab. If his past life shared information with the world of the Food Addiction Dungeon, then the card-playing world he traveled to now might be more in line with the description of the upper world.

But thinking like this is endless, just like when people think about their future, they will always reach the end of their lives in endless thinking. After intermittent periods of complacency, they will just eat and wait to die the next day.

"So, is there something like Kamen Rider in this world?" Fang Qingyun started chatting with the other end: "It's the kind of live-action... um, the kind of live-action drama... I don't know how to put it. Anyway, for someone like me who has touched a little bit of everything, I only know a few famous scenes."

"It's the end of the world now that the sun has left, where can we get so many people to film a live-action drama for you?" Ju Er crossed her arms habitually, "There's a drunk driving captain, which is about right. Although I think driving after drinking is a stupid thing, and drinking to reduce the probability of being predicted sounds stupid, but after it was filmed, those ridiculous things resonated with many people."

Fang Qingyun asked curiously: "So what about the drunk driving captain? I think there should be a backup in Naike's memory, right? Whether it is for the purpose of understanding and finding common topics, or to take a look at special effects from another world, it is necessary to watch it carefully."

"Now is not the time to talk about this, apprentice," said Zhang Bo. As soon as Zhang Bo, this heavyweight, spoke, the "quarrel" between Ximi and Ju'er immediately disappeared: "In short, what we need to find now is the last key fragment of the recipe... and that fragment should be in the city government building where I used to work."

"I seem to have heard something about it." Fang Qingyun puffed on the gas, clenching his teeth. He seemed to have guessed what the recipe was: "Is it for making Universal Milk Tea?"

"Oh? It seems that Chef Fang has heard of this name before?" Uncle Zhang showed great interest.

"When I was playing this game, the final boss battle was the battle to defend the milk tea in the universe..." Fang Qingyun showed a painful expression: "The so-called defense battle is that one person is responsible for protecting the pots used by Ximi, Ju'er and Naike to make food, and at the same time, sending the prepared food to the pot for brewing milk tea. Fortunately, in that plot, those pots can restore health, otherwise I would have been too busy to do anything and my head would have been knocked off..."

"But machines can't cook. Cooking is an inefficient way of utilizing energy," Naike complained. Ximi and Ju'er just shrugged their shoulders. After all, the theoretical disputes between organic and inorganic bodies can really get into a quarrel, and it can even make Pu Cui get in the face.

"Nike really doesn't know how to cook, so the cooking tool she used was a yellow microwave oven..." Fang Qingyun's words silenced Naike: "And the last Pu Cui is also a valuable item. At that time, I found that the double-axe flow has high damage. I used one drop of blood and all armor, relying on attack speed to restore armor and increase damage. As a result, I don't know if Pu Cui has armor-piercing or instant-kill effects. It kills people instantly. I died there three or four times on the lowest difficulty... In the end, I poked it with a gun and shield."

"It's okay, don't worry. Pu Cui hasn't caught up yet, but if you continue to be so slow... you might have to experience a boss battle like that." Ximi shrugged and imagined a not-so-bright future with Fang Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun put the remaining scarabs into a jar and put them into a plastic bag. After packing up, he started running at full speed: "Pucui has already chased me once. There is no time to slack off now."

Turning the corner, the hot lava floor sizzled under Fang Qingyun's feet. Fang Qingyun walked across the floor like a cheetah without changing his expression. He now felt like he was playing some special game called "step on the cracks to avoid death". He sent out his forefoot like an ostrich, stepping accurately on each crack and expanding the extent of the cracks.

In some places with larger spans, Fang Qingyun even gave himself a little "cheat" and jumped five or six meters. When he landed, he felt like the Hulk.

"Be careful!" Fang Qingyun heard Ju'er's exclamation and glanced to the side. He saw a snake that almost blended into the color of the desert... The front half looked a bit like a king cobra, the kind with layered wings on the sides. It looked like the snakes I saw in childhood, but the back half had the structure of a rattlesnake, and its tail was shaking like a radar, making a hissing sound.

The venomous snake's lightning-fast attack did not panic Fang Qingyun. With his powerful visual nerves, every movement of the venomous snake's attack was clearly visible. Fang Qingyun could even see its two raised fangs, and the venom floating up and down slightly inside the hollow fangs...

Next, Fang Qingyun punched the venomous snake, which was big enough to swallow a person alive, and knocked it unconscious. Then he grabbed its neck forcefully and pulled its two fangs out of its mouth. When the snake rolled over in pain, Fang Qingyun slapped it in the face and knocked it unconscious. Then he stuffed it into a plastic bag.

"It looks like we'll have snake soup to eat when we get back," Fang Qingyun concluded with satisfaction. He then placed the two fangs of the venomous snake in the palm of his hand and played with them. The fangs were round in appearance, with a jade-like touch, and the canines were quite sharp. Fang Qingyun used a little force, and the fangs were able to dent the flesh on his finger.

Moreover, in a sunny place like the desert, Fang Qingyun raised the fangs towards the sun and could vaguely see the slightly curved venom delivery channel in the middle.

"So what does this prove?" Ju'er, who knew little about this kind of creature, shrugged and glanced at Ximi next to her. Although Ximi specialized in biological ingredients, he didn't see anything from it. The two looked at each other, waiting for Fang Qingyun to give an answer.

"It means...it means it can transmit light." Fang Qingyun's words shocked the two people. He tossed the fang up with his thumb and casually put it into a small iron box. He shook it up and down, listening to the rattling sound of the teeth colliding inside. "I had this habit in the past. I collected all the teeth I had since I was a child."

"Now is not the time to chat, let's get down to business." Ju'er was almost driven crazy by Fang Qingyun's leisurely way of doing things. Brother, now is the time to escape, is it really okay for you to be so leisurely?

"Didn't you notice that we're here?" Fang Qingyun jumped over two pieces of lava floor and stepped directly into the sand pit. He tilted his head back, trying to make the camera at the position of his vocal cords able to capture the surrounding environment as much as possible: "It's just that there seem to be a lot of not-so-friendly creatures around..."

Fang Qingyun heard a rustling sound under the fine sand. His static vision was a disaster. The poisonous snake just now was the best example. It just lay on the side wall and relied on its skin of similar color to avoid Fang Qingyun's detection. But the creatures in the sand under Fang Qingyun's feet did not seem to intend to use the same hiding method. The sand shark with a streamlined body seemed to have inherited the habits of sharks, constantly shuttling back and forth on the ground.

Soon, Fang Qingyun felt the ground bulge, and a sand shark fin pierced the ground like a blade, rushing towards Fang Qingyun like a shark fin on the sea. At that moment, the sense of crisis of being a prey surged into Fang Qingyun's body. He subconsciously condensed the power of the holy sword into his fist and punched the soft sand heavily.

The fine sand did not seem to have the ability to conduct brute force, but Fang Qingyun's punch was not just brute force. After this punch, the soft sand waves turned into a solid as hard as an iron plate, and spread out in a wave-like pattern like wave transmission, turning the surrounding sand into a rock-hard whole.

The sand shark's original momentum slowed down, and the hard sand repelled the sand shark like a foreign body expelling foreign objects. Fang Qingyun saw a big fish "jumping" out of the ground like a smoked mouse. The sand shark tried its best to return to the sand, and its fins like sharp battle axes flapped and poked several small holes in the ground.